third memory sequence // DICTATED & ACTION

[seventeenth]

[ DICTATED ]

So what's the best place to hit up if I wanna go for a swim around here?

[ ACTION ]

[Meanwhile, out and about in the city, Desmond is engaging himself with a nice, long run through the city -- and over it rooftops, as well. He can be found pretty much anywhere but the castle today, down on the streets like a normal person as often as he up on the rooftops like some sort of wayward ninja.]

[He doesn't have his hoodie on for once, having finally traded it in for a plain white t-shirt.]

(no subject)

[midget]

( Baby shenanigans )

[ ooc: Yes, the journals were open for the whole thing. The whole. Thing. ]

Episode 93

[spongetastic]

[Peter likes to wake up first so he can make breakfast for Phoebe. He starts on the coffee first but doesn't get farther than that. A pink figure bursts out from the other room]

Daddy!

[Peter turns and stares at her, stunned. She rushes over and throws her arms around him in a hug. All Peter can do is hug her back. Truthfully, with all the people who've left lately, he didn't expect to see her again]

Mary... You're back. I missed you so much.

I missed you too, Daddy. But Daddy? You're squeezing me too tight.

Sorry. [oh geez how's he going to explain this to Phoebe?]

jukebox selection G04 - dog days are over ; florence + the machine

[huntersdaughter]

( [Sam Winchester] )

Public ]

If anyone wants to bring the kids around to the Continuing Hope Gallery I've got finger painting set up. [Jo moved all the 'real' art into storage this morning and she's pulled out empty canvases and all of the non-toxic paint that was in the supply room]

They can make their art and hang it up on the gallery while they're here. [Jo doesn't sound thrilled that the kids are back, but she's managing much better than the year before and she knows how important keepsakes are when the kids are gone.]

five tests

[valuedstrength]

( Room filter )

[Much later on: Steve is in the kitchen cooking breakfast. This scene wouldn't be all that special if it weren't for the raven haired toddler sitting on the counter insisting she can help... and trying to sneak bacon. She's a growing girl.

Anyways, Steve will be dictating to the journal at some point during cooking time.]

So anyone want to explain to me how this works? [He's being purposely vague to spare Lysandra's feelings.] This isn't like waking up somewhere new. If you could write down your answers too that would swell.

[Lysandra is pouting at that for any observors. Steve gives her a winning smile and pats her head.] I've got company with me today.

[Friends]

Everyone okay?

(no subject)

[hullo_sweetie]

[For a long moment, a few minutes at most, River's not sure how to do this. It's not the first time her parents have disappeared in her lifetime, but somehow this time it hurts the most. Maybe because she'd spent so much time with them, time she wouldn't have otherwise had]

Amy Pond and Rory Williams have left.

[She's sitting in the hallway, running her fingertips over the hilt of  the blade in her hands. A ghost had dropped it off, it had belonged to Rory. A true Roman sword.

That's not the only thing the castle had dropped off either]

And apparently I'm a mother. A baby girl, I've named her Amelia.

[The sound of an infant cooing happily in the background. She had the baby in a small stroller next to her, swaddled comfortably in blankets]

If anyone is wondering, the Doctor took the TARDIS and left not long after he found out about Amy and Rory leaving. I don't know where he went, but he probably needs some alone time to deal with all of this. I wager he'll be back soon.

[Which was selfish of him.They might have been his companions, but they were her parents too]

My parents leave and I become a parent myself. Perfect timing as usual...

13 - Erungar - Dictated + Action?

[radiantwingedone]

[ The fact that there was water running and contented burbles woke him first, but after that it was the fact that this wasn't his bed. He doesn't sleep with covers all neat like this.

At least he's not wearing a dress this time, and as far as his searching hands can tell, there isn't a second person in the bed. So far, better than the last two times. The burbling was weird, and..

that was definitely a voice from the direction of running water and Duke was not expecting the end of the bed right there.

The journal picks up his thump to the floor, and high, happy, child giggles. ]

.... what....

Chapter Ten- Suddenly a Baby

[thetrudger]

[Geoff turns over in his bed, cuddling against the person next to him. …The person next to him?! His eyes snap open to find his arm draped around Bucky.

Oh. This wasn’t so bad. But how did they end up like this?

That question is immediately replaced with another burning question as soon as Chaucer hears a shrill cry. He nudges Bucky.]

Bucky. Bucky, wake up. When were you going to tell me you had a child?

[ooc: Yep. Open over the journals.]

14-Baby Time!

[heal_theworld]

[Martel wasn't expecting to wake up in someone else's bed, but it wasn't the first time this had happened. And from the lack of blue hair in her face, it definitely wasn't Yuan she was snuggling into. She rolls away and sits up and looks around at the room. This seems...familiar, especially now that she looks down and sees him curled up next to her sleeping. Did he seriously board up his window?]

Once-Ler, wake up. [She shakes him gently by his shoulder. And then she hears the crying. Martel gets up, wandering over to where its coming from and there's a...baby in his armchair. What. She picks it up, rocking it and hushing it. It has the same shade of green hair that she does. Well, then. Must be a Castle thing.] ...Once-ler, wake up! Since somehow we have a baby.

120.0

[encryptedlock]

( [action for York] )

[Filtered to friends of York and Carolina (read: not South lmfao)]

All right, I know now all of you are probably aware of this, but it’s that time of year when we have kids here at the castle. I’ve got my little girl Laura, and me and Carolina have a little boy, Jack, too. Anyone else have kids?

We’d handle them better in groups. Strength in numbers.

[South]

Status. Do you have extra occupants in your room?

(ooc: For reference
This is Laura
This is Jack
Carolina and York is plaintext. )

✭ 074

[optimystic]

Looks like it's that time of year again, huh? Time for everyone to be neck deep in babies!

Er... well,not really neck-deep, that would be pretty weird and maybe a little creepy. Anyway, the point I was getting at is that you all are in luck! Ace Babysitter Maya Fey is here to help you all! To start, I've wished up a ton of toys from the castle that kids are bound to love, and I'll be giving them away in the lobby, free of charge!

[and, just as promised, if you come down to the lobby you'll find Maya sitting in a chair next to a big lumpy bag full of toys ]

A lot of people here are really serious, so I figured you guys would need help finding fun things for your little tyke to play with.

[ooc: as always, feel free to bother in person or over the journal~]

[Dictated]

[webbing]

Things to be thankful for? Not being sixteen and pregnant. Seventeen, technically, but if I'm being completely accurate here then I don't get to make horrible tv show references. I'm not sure I could live in a world in which trashy MTV shows couldn't be freely referenced.

Speaking of things completely unrelated to what I was just talking, hope all you newfound parents have gone ahead and wished up a set of child-safety-locks for all your sword and gun cabinets, or whatever it is you kids are keeping your highly dangerous weapons in these days.

Twenty-third Spell

[courageous_wit]

[Hermione has read about this in the journal, but didn't expect to be a participant. Now there is a baby boy in the room and Hermione has parenting books all over the place. She picks up the baby and lets out a sigh]

You would have my eyes, wouldn't you? And I bet your hair is going to stick out just like your-- erm, James.

Now, what do you think we should call him? [and no, James, "Harry" is not an option]

twenty-two detention slips

[delincuente]

Dude, second year in a row that I've gotten out of the whole surprise parent thing. Looks like even the castle knows I'd make a freaking terrible mom.

[Baby-free Alex is just sitting by the indoor pool, with her toes dipped in the water and a virgin daiquiri in one hand, listening to other residents waking up to babies. It's all very entertaining to her.]

This is, like, totally better than reality TV.

(no subject)

[checklist]

[ Twilight Sparkle’s room is, in all honesty, rarely used. She set up a bed in Spike’s room - after all, she wasn’t going to let her number one assistant live alone. Plus his room is closer to the library. But today, her room is seeing use, with two mares sprawled out on the bed with starry night blankets. Plus one more, a much smaller foal, who seems to be trying to shake the two awake. And possibly wake up everypony else, since the foal seems to have knocked open the journal as well. ]

Mommy! Mommy mommy mommy mommy!

( and now there's a foal )

[ Open via journal, or action if you want to run into the three of them taking Nine out to play. :3c ]

Trick 005 | Kuroba Kaito | [ Dictated - Action ]

[moonlightmagician]

[ Kaito's voice sounds particularly grumpy today. ]

Oh sure. Let's stick the insomniac with twins. That will end well for everyone. I'm not even gonna ask why they look like me- I feel like I'm probably better off not knowing-especially since they... also resemble someone else. [ You can't see it but he's blushing. ]

Ah.. anyway, anyone know anything about twins? Because that has never crossed my mind to be a good research topi- [ Somewhere in the background is the sound of a door opening ] ... Oi... [ The changes in his voice suggest that he's turning away from the journal. ] Where'd your sister go? [ A moment of silence and then- ]

Damn it! [ He shuts the journal with a snap. ]

[ If you're wandering through the halls you just might happen across the teenage magician now suddenly a father carrying around a small boy that looks the mirror image of his dad, like a football. Because this is clearly how you carry small children. ]

Have you seen a little girl come through here? Looks a lot like him- [ He indicates the boy by lifting his a little. ] Longer hair and wearing a pink dress?

(no subject)

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Why was there? Mmf... Why was she sleeping. Her nose itched. It takes a bit of flailing to find her hand, which probably ends in her smacking... whoever she was with.

Why was she with someone?

What. Hm... There were tingles.

Maybe?

Poking her head up helps, and slipping out of bed to sniff the door that was there. New door, new place. Every place was old, poking her head inside where the door was should have been helps fill in the gaps.]

...There are two.

[003]

[talks_too_much]

 [Her journal opening was an accident. The sound of a crying child, in Sam's half asleep state, just made her think of her alarm clock going off on a weekend. One of the few weekends she'd ever had, really but a weekend nonetheless. So when she reached to turn the non-existent alarm clock off, she knocked her journal to the floor and curled up closer to Jack.

The baby kept crying though and Sam finally had to roll over and look.

And look a little longer.

Just a little more.]

Jack? I don't remember there being a baby here when I went to sleep.

Seventh Drink

[wastheexample]

[The disadvantage to never sleeping at night means Haymitch is often awake when the castle begins its late night shenanigans. One moment, he was drowning his sorrows in a bottle with his good friend Captain Morgan and the next he was sitting on a bed with a familiar babbling doctor.

Whatever was going on, experience had taught him nothing good could come of it. After briefly checking to make sure they weren't handcuffed together (because he could really do without being handcuffed to someone who didn't have a mute button) he gives her a poke on the side of the head, ignoring the open journal on the sidetable]

Elliot, wake up, the castle's doing something again.

[He glances around the room, briefly noting the crib in the corner. Huh. He never thought kids could come with their parents to this craphole. Not that young. Who would even be able to spend enough time in this woman's company to produce a child anyway?

He gives her another 'friendly' jab, before leaning over the bed. That bottle had to have rolled off somewhere...]

And your baby's making noises. You should go deal with that.

two - backdated to this morning

[armore]

[Somewhere, somehow, a journal opens.

Okay fine, in Fluttershy's room. There is a crackling sort of buzz from somewhere near as her resident Joltik, and a tiny little yawn. Some combination of the unfamiliar sounds wakes Shining Armor up... which leaves him to find that for the second time in a period of less than a week, he is in unfamiliar surroundings. This time he's surrounded by plants.

And in bed. With a yellow mare who he doesn't know (wait no! his mind protests, it's Fluttershy, the pegasus who Cadance chose as her bridesmaid!) and two... tiny foals. The filly blinks big blue eyes up at him sleepily.]

Daddy?

[She had such a tiny little voice. Shining Armor stared down. The little male unfurled his tiny wings in a stretch and made a face at her.]

Starrrr.

Uh. I don't think....

33rd Death

[twisted_baroque]

[Dextera is out in town today and he seems to have picked up a pair of children this year - two twin boys around four years old. they're both leading him along and seem pretty content with themselves, although Dextera just looks plain nervous. he's never had to look after little kids, okay?

they get to about the center of town before one of them speaks up, tugging Dextera's sleeve]

"Daddy, can we go see the flowers again? They were pretty."

[Dextera seems like he's going to pull out the journal to answer his "son's" question when the other speaks up.]

"No, I wanna go get some candy!"

[the twins quickly decend into an arguement on what they're going to do next while the mute just looks confused.

help...?]

[ooc: open in town.]

2nd Arrow ~ [Dictated/Action] ~ Backdated to the afternoon of the 19th

[compromisedarrow]

So, uh...

[Getting used to speaking over the magic book was something Clint has taken in his stride.]

Apart from sitting around and doing nothing, is there anything to do? I'm, uh, not one for reading, and there's only so much training a man can do before that gets mundane.

Guess I'm just used to always being active. Suggestions would be welcome.

[Either way, Agent Clint Barton is walking down to the shooting range with a flight case in his hand containing his compound bow and quiver of new arrows. He figures it wouldn't be a good idea to be wandering around with them out in the open, not after his arrival. Someone might think to take revenge.]

((OOC: Open over the journal, action in person, either going to the shooting range or at the range.))

☠ 039

[molotov]

( Room 509, backdated to this morning )

--

[Later on, the three are out and about, doing... family stuff. Molotov mostly wants to lord the fact that her child is perfect and wonderful and gorgeous over people. Come say hi?]

Daddy for the 5th Time... and Still Not Used to It [Backdated to Morning]

[peacockherald]

[Well... this was a surprise.

For starters, he was human again. Thank the Gods! He was getting scarily familiar with a peacock anatomy, and he had no wish to become comfortable with it in the least. So yes, he was very thankful that he was fully human again, even if it did seem to be with a distinct lack of clothing and a smattering of his formerly white feathers along the floor. 

He shifted to sit up in bed... and suddenly because aware of the fact that there was someone else in the bed with him. He blinked and turned to look, his eyes widened when he saw a familiar head of silver hair lying on the pillow next to him.

Miles Edgeworth.

What in the havens?

Any confusion he had about that was summarily destroyed when the cracking wail of a baby slammed through the room. He winced and turned his gaze towards the source.... only to see a tiny little girl standing at the foot of the bed, peering over it at them, a stuffed white horse in her arms and tears in her eyes]

Papa, Daddy.... I had a bad dream.

[WHAT?] 

And Thanks for All the Fish - Er, Help [Dictated]

[peacockherald]

For anyone who met and helped an albino-white peacock during the past week... thank you. Sincerely. I really do appreciate it, especially when I had that mess with my tail going on.

I believe this means - Fluttershy, Luna, Galadriel, Tres Iqus, Clint Barton, Miles Edgeworth, and probably a host of others that I never managed to catch your names. I will do what I can to repay your kindness, and if you have need of assistance, magical or mundane - and yes, I am a Mage for those who do not know - let me know and I shall do what I can, even if that includes helping you take care of your children should you have any. I am not a father myself, but I have helped raise a lovely niece.

Again, thank you.

( Phoenix Wright )

( Flutterhsy & Luna )

(  Galadriel )

( Felix )

( The Man Who's Roof I Fell Through (Altair) )

09

[jimfromit]

[Jim’s pretending he didn't spend two days in a home economics classroom. So what’s the best way to remove events like that from memory? Why focusing and laughing at other peoples problems of course!.]

So Paradisa...how are we finding our new arrivals?

Are you all gaining a new found appreciation of contraceptives for your crude urges? 

(no subject)

[exanimatus]

[there's some stray noise over the journal. pillows getting moved around, the kind of dictation of someone not particularly paying attention to their journal...]

The question is, do you call this spite or predictability?

[there's some quiet, toddler-ish humming before said toddler shrieks into girlish giggling. because Zelman knows that tickling is extremely effective.]

I'm a little disappointed.

(no subject)

[heliotroping]

( Filtered to Dainn )

[after an hour of waiting, Django opens his journal. Might as well get it over with.]

...Has... anyone seen Dainn around lately?

Welcome to the 10th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[The body beside Peeta is warm, familiar, right. So it takes a few minutes for him to realize that he should not have his arm wrapped around her.
He gasps. When did Katniss come into his room? In the middle of the night? Or had it been the castle? Peeta quietly slips his arm away from her and climbs out of bed, looking for his journal.

He flips it open and looks through the entries. Babies? But-

And then he spots her. A beautiful little girl with olive skin and dark hair, just lying in the armchair in the corner of his room. He hurries over to her, scooping her up in his arms. She has the same strong jaw line as him. And her eyes. Her eyes are a deep blue, just like his. He presses his lips to her forehead.

He walks back over to his table and sits with her in his lap, flipping the journal open again. His voice is a whisper.]

Please don’t speak very loudly or just write. Katniss is asleep. It’s Peeta. I have a baby. She’s beautiful.

[And then, after a long time, their baby is hungry. Peeta tries to calm her, but he knows it’s coming. And finally, the little girl lets out a shriek. He sighs.]

Never mind.

[ooc: Open over the journals!]

❧ ｔｈｒｅｅ

[clumsiness]

[ Backdated for the morning!

When Elena turned in the night before, she expected to wake as she always did; in the room the castle provided and by herself. So, when she rolled over and her arm brushed up against another warm body, her reaction was understandable. What does a princess do when she finds an intruder in her bed? She snatches up a pillow, hurriedly sits up and promptly wails on the offender without taking the time to see who it was.

Granted it's a pillow, so it's a feeble weapon. Someone should tell her that. ]

I do not know.. [ swat! ] .. how your found yourself [ swat! ] in this bed, but it is not yours!

[ swat! swat! and then there's a yelp as, on the last swat, she manages to lose her balance and tumbles backwards rather ungracefully out of bed. ]

5 ⓢ kids

[supes]

( The Lane-Kent Apartment )

backdated to morning of the 19th/before babies

[squartatore]

[written:]

Locked in what seems to be a home ec teacher's finest dream. With some other people. [read: she didn't care enough to get all their names]

We have our journals, [obviously,] so if someone you know went missing yesterday, he or she might be here. Don't listen in otherwise, the most exciting thing that's happened is a fire. [...] And guys trying to use sewing machines. [LIKE SHE CAN HANDLE ONE ANY BETTER (well, maybe, some of their skills are questionable. Sam, what are you even doing?)]

[ooc: open for communication to/from the room \o/ and action for plot participants, if you'd like]