-77- New Kid In Town

[luckyvalentine]

Gimme that!

No.

[and there goes Mother of the Year, down the street, with a dangerously adorable toddler... on a leash. It's attached to a harness around the kid's torso... but it's still definitely a leash. The kid is wandering toward every shop window, pointing at every shiny and expensive-looking thing]

Mine!

No, it's not. C'mon-- [giving the leash a little tug to get the girl moving again]

[and once they get back to the castle? That leash is staying on, while Faye flops down on the couch, apathetically hanging onto it with one hand while the girl runs around ...and seems to be using an ashtray as a truck or an airplane, judging by the engine sounds she's trying to make. Mommy's not taking a nap--honest.]

050 - Farewell Blues

[jammin_with_ed]

[Edward's laying on the grass outside, goggles haphazardly shoved up on her head. Her computer all but forgotten at her feet. She saw the nameplate gone earlier today. She'd figured as much since she hadn't seen him around for a little while but it didn't make it hurt any less.

She sighs, watching the clouds drift by and thinking of her friend.]

Jet's gone... Ein's gone... Why is Disa-Disa sending Edward's friends home?

Fourth Song ★ Dictated/Action

[catsong]

...what do you do about baby hiccups? Shui's been doing it for over an hour, now...

[Catboy hasn't been around much lately, both due to sudden kitten and the fact that he was mortified at his earlier nipped-up behavior.

Today, however, he's finally venturing out among the residents again, looking for a cure for his little one. The kitten was named after Konoe's father, and had Konoe's colors - only inverted. Brown ears and a tail, tipped in white.

...and the tail was not crooked, which was a relief.]

Hit 005 ~ Lunch [Action/Dictated]

[midhitgrope]

( Action for Church/MacManus Clan )

---

( Filtered to Fred Burkle and Barney Stinson )

¤ 39 - The Noble Steed

[honorinflames]

Make sure you hold on tight. Don't let go or you'll fall.

Okay!

Now just give him a little nudge with your feet...

Okay!

[in some hallway, there is a firebender, a little dark-haired toddler... and a miserable-looking husky wearing a makeshift saddle. And a makeshift set of reins, which the little girl is obediently hanging onto. She bounces in the saddle a little, but the dog doesn't budge]

[and Natsuki walks in, a bag of take out in one hand and drinks in the other. And stops.]

What the hell are you doing to my dog?

Uh... [then, as Zuko shoots a glance over his shoulder, the little girl giggles and kicks her feet into the dog's sides! ...But the poor thing just... flops over onto the floor and despairs]


((ooc: open over the journal or in person, either before or after 'mommy' shows up))

♈ Aradia: Investigate.

[psych0p0mps]

[All right, enough of all these distactions. It's time to try out an idea that's popped into her head a couple of different times during the last year.]

[Filtered to Trustworthy Telepaths]

Hello. Would any of you like to help me with an experiment real quick? It involves the wigglers.


((ooc: durp placeholder, goin' to woooork))

Mission Twenty Eight

[triela]

This is one of the things the last time I was in Paradisa. I left the castle before all of these children appeared.

I wouldn't know what to do if I was given a child to look after. I guess in that respect, I'm a lot like Hilshire.

Third Trident

[tyingknots]

[There's the sound of splashing and some giggles like from a kid. And because he's smart, Finnick has his journal propped up on the side of the pool away from said kid, just so it doesn't get wet.]

So we have these kids, and while I guess we won't have them for long [And there's a bit of sadness to his voice at that.] there's nothing wrong in teaching them things is there? So I guess what I'm saying is, for however long we have them left if anyone wants their kids to have swimming lessons, or something water related lessons, I can try and do my best, or someone can do it or something.

Or if you just want the kids to come and swim, I can see what I can do about being there to make sure nothing happens if you can't swim.

((OOC: Open over the journal and action!))

(no subject)

[exanimatus]

It doesn't matter how you make it work, just so long as you do something to think about it. See...

[your resident jerkface vampire is sitting somewhere on the front lawn with a toddler--a red-eyed, black-haired girl, kind of gangly, kind of awkward on her feet--standing across from him. he cups his hands to his mouth and his eyes glow as he breathes into them, and when he opens his hands again a little dragon made of fire springs up and flies around the girl's head; she shrieks in delight and tries to grab it, but it disappears in a puff of smoke.

but like that would stop her. she tries to do the same thing but gets excited and tries way too hard--sparks fly out of her hands and skitter off like little fireflies that eventually start to dance back down towards the grass. she giggles and starts trying to catch those too, like she's already forgotten what she'd originally tried to do.

Zelman'll just sit there, looking pretty... happy... and making sure she doesn't accidentally set the lawn on fire.]

(no subject)

[forgedinbattle]

[After a week, Xena has adjusted to rather well to living with toddler. More accurately, she’s allowed herself to admit that she really cares. To herself, at least. And to Steve. And their daughter, Lysandra.

But she wasn’t intending to make a big display of it for the whole castle, like some people do. Her affection is more quiet and subtle than that.

And that’s why it’s pretty obvious that this isn’t an intentional journal entry. Xena had quite unintentionally knocked the journal over while tucking Lysandra in. Because of that one simple mistake, you are all treated to something very rarely heard: Xena singing a lullaby.



And then, when she notices that the journal is open this is followed by a whispered:]

Son of a Bacchae.

[Way to ruin the moment, Xena.]

dictated;

[waterbends]

Does anyone here watch movies? Because the only ones I've seen are the weird fighting ones that Jet made me watch and the really sad one with the forest animals and the dead mom and the creepy meadow and - can I say that I'm not impressed?

[ Huff huff huff. She is perhaps a little cranky because she doesn't have a kid. :C ]

TWO ☠ and she stole the hearts of men to imprison them in stone

[hedonic]

[ If you happen to be in the city this evening, you might want to watch your pockets. Or your...everything. There's not only one, but two pick-pockets working their magic. Fortunately, one of them is taking a break.

Granted, the other is a child and hasn't yet mastered the skill, so there are several opportunities for her to get caught. She's only three, long blonde hair ending in green tips, and barely tall enough to properly reach people's pockets, but her short stature is a boon in keeping her out of the average passerby's gaze. And being an elf, her agility and grace is enough to make her success rate outweigh her failures.

Should she grab someone's wallet or coin purse successfully (or fail and end up being chased), she'll be quickly darting off down a maze of alleys until she comes to a supposed dead-end where a full-grown, scantily-clad elven woman is seated on a bench and waiting patiently, dark red eyes observing her daughter's attempts with a wicked sense of pride.

The snake draped around the woman's waist, at second glance, is indeed alive, and underneath that she's sporting green suede 'panties' in lieu of actual shorts or pants. The rest of her garb isn't any less revealing, but the armor and weapons she sports, not to mention the hissing serpent, are more than enough to convey that she isn't to be trifled with. She doesn't realize that damn journal is nearby and recording, though... ]

Welcome back, Medusa... How successful were you this time?

[ ooc; Open post in the city AND over the journal! She's teaching her daughter to pick-pocket effectively. Feel free to have her succeed or fail with your character, and they can chase her back to Echidna! Again, Permissions Post is here for any ladies who comment. ]

121.0

[alaspooryork]

[Good afternoon, Paradisa. It's a voice that, except for by a select few, hasn't been heard in the castle in a year. It's a very mechanical voice, almost as if someone was using a text-to-speech program. Yes, a certain iPod has discovered York's journal.]

YOU CANNOT KEEP ME AWAY. YOU HAVE FOOLISHLY ALLOWED MY FIRMWARE TO UPDATE. NOW I CAN ACCESS THE SPEAKERS THROUGH BLUETOOTH. HA HA HA. PERHAPS YOU WILL LEARN NOT TO IGNORE THE END-USER LICENSE AGREEMENTS NOW.

[GLaDOS]

HELLO, MOTHER.

[/GLaDOS]

[The one who was badmouthing GLaDOS (aka Wheatley)]

STAY AWAY FROM MY MOTHER.