These are all a lot of fun! Not the answers we’re searching for, but good tries! Plus it’s a good way to get more story ideas!
In reference to giant Jacob trying to stay away from the LITTLE kids that want to use him as a playground in the Lunge, now I’m really curious how he’d try to stay away when stuck in the same room as them. We all know how self-conscious the big teddy can be and how scary the thought of knocking them off their feet with a single exhale, or worse a single vibration of him moving, is to him (yeah I know Gabriel set the no harm rules, but Jacob’s a worrywart)
Picture a guy bigger than a barn trying to scoot himself into the corner and be as unobtrusive as possible. Giant Jacob tries to make himself look smaller even in his sleep, so it’s an effort that he really works at. Too bad, this so many little guys and extra little guys around, he really cannot hide himself. There’s no mountains there to disappear into.
At best, he’d be able to keep himself away from all the tables and furniture and stuff, but I have a feeling he wouldn’t get much of a break beyond that. There would be a LOT of desperate looks to one of the human-sized folks to always be around as a chaperone. Halp him. He can’t even see these tiny kids.
Mini Jacob meets Wumbo Jacob
I’m sorry I have to let you know that reading this ask nearly knocked me out of my chair. Thank you so much.
To answer the actual scenario, these two might actually have trouble even perceiving each other, and even then that might be with the help of the Lounge. Luckily there’s the no-harm magic around so that giant Jacob speaking wouldn’t shake mini Jacob apart.
Beyond that, their sizes are so different it’d be hard to comprehend. Giant Jacob definitely can’t see the little guy as more than a speck. Meanwhile the little guy’s whole entire sky is a face. What the heck. Why this. He’d have to dive into someone’s satchel to just try to process the size difference. Do not leave him on that giant’s hand; he’d get lost.
August 29th excerpt:
“I-I think we should start over,” Dean said in a wavering voice, trying to stand on his toes to spot Stan. Get me out of this.
It was a good thing Sam had ducked back into the walls.
rj- Riding Jacob
Well, there will probably be smols riding his shoulders, but it’s not the name 🙂 good try!
Rescuer Jacob?
Now all I can think of is the Rescuers Down Under!
Not quite there yet, no rescuing for Jacob today!
Accident of Life?
Not quite! This sounds like an interesting take on Frankenstein, though!
New Lounge contest where the Deans need to beat each other at building something, with their Sams, Jacobs and/or Baker Street boys as assistants. Who would win? And what would they come up with? ~Sassy
Any regular Dean probably has the most training, since they had access to books and journals and the internet and class. Smol Deans, on the other hand, are forced to be innovative, and come up with unique solutions without any resources to lean on.
BL Dean has taken to his mechanical background rapidly, but he has a lot of catching up to do, relatively. Trails West has been inhabited for years, so a lot of the projects he could possibly work on have already been done. He would have spent a lot of his time making sure repairs were kept up, while he wasn’t out getting supplies. He and Jacob would be a bit behind the full-sized Deans.
The Dean in BC has spent the most time working on the walls at Baker Street, since the people that lived there before them left quickly, and hadn’t put any work into the place. He’s also got Sherlock as an assistant, who might be a bit offended to just be Dean’s ‘assistant,’ but is certainly knowledgeable on his own on a variety of subjects. He’d give BA Dean a run for his money!
Tiny: I’m fine! No boo-boos. Dean: BUT I NEED TO MAKE EXTRA SURE BECAUSE YOU ARE VERY SMALL IN A VERY BIG WORLD
If Dean could get away with putting Sam in a bubble to keep him safe, he totally would! Nice and safe, can’t get hurt when he’s shielded like that!
Dean is the fussiest tol we have.
August 28th excerpt:
“Sam, you comin’?!” Dean called.
“Just a second!”
Dean impatiently waited by the exit, tapping a boot. “If you didn’t have so much hair, this wouldn’t be such a project!” he called again.