three.

[thraxios]

[Gideon's handwriting isn't nearly as neat as usual: the letters wobble, and there are splatters and swipes of ink around the words. Holding a squirming, squalling baby while trying to write using pen and ink in a journal that doesn't want to stay open to the proper page isn't an easy task.]

It won't stop crying.

What does one do

[and there's a particularly large spill of ink]

when it won't stop crying?

I've tried everything I can think of.

((OOC: Gideon is now father to a little girl who's old enough to have hair just like his, but not so old that she can say what she wants. >D))

Fourth Waypoint Marked

[wolf_of_war]

[Bladewolf didn't require much sleep, which is why he's surprised to find himself "waking up" at all, and it only takes him a moment to notice the half-dozen tiny LQ-84i's currently snuggled against him. He knew that there were a few models that shared his basic body shape, in the form of the LQ-84 Fenrir, but they had never been so small. Spotting his journal on a table nearby, he pulls it over with his tail.]

I do not know why the castle has done this, but....I am currently the caretaker of six LQ-84i's.

I...was not given any education regarding the care of children.

[Hearing their "father's" voice, the LQ-84i's begin to wake up, stretching themselves out, before they proceed to leap all over Bladewolf, and each other. High-pitched versions of Bladewolf's own voice can be heard, spouting things like "Exterminate!" and "Superficial damage."]

I require assistance. Anyone with knowledge or experience regarding not only the care of children, but knowledge of robotics and artificial intelligence would be appreciated.

Chapter Five

[thebestseller]

Parenthood... it's a wondrous thing, isn't it? I'd be happy to dispense my wisdom to anybody with a human baby who's totally clueless about what to do. Passing down knowledge through the ages and all.

First bit of advice- check the diaper. If the diaper's clean, they're probably hungry. If it's neither of those things, maybe they just want some attention.

Family fun time

[originalcopy]

Can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on... and why there's a kid that won't let go of my leg..


Seriously, get the fuck off me.

Dada! Dada up! Up Dada UP!

[Sigh]

Stupid castle

♔ onze || and do not get drunk with wine for that is debauchery (but be filled with the spirit)

[ensorceler]

[ The journal has perfect timing, of course, opening near the tail end of a rather bawdy song sung by Anne Boleyn herself taught to her by her own daughter. Her singing voice is actually quite musical, but her words might slur just a 'touch'. ]

♫ Ye have my heart, say what ye will,
Wherefore ye must my mind fulfill,
And grant me here your maidenhead,
Or elles I shall for you be dead.

I pray you, sir, let me go milk my cow ♩

[ And those who are actually within the clinic have already had to hear a good deal of her song, after Anne had rolled out into the main room with her wheelchair and demanded that Spike Spiegel fix all the patients a cocktail as he did her. Yep, this is all his fault, blame him guys. She has discovered hard liquor. ]

♪ Then for this once I shall you spare,
But the next time ye must beware,
How in the meadow ye milk your cow
Adieu, farewell, and kiss me now!

I pray you, sir, let me go milk my cow! ♬


[ ooc; OPEN TO ALL IN THE CLINIC, patients and visitors. Feel free to assume they've already been drinking, or haven't touched the stuff and are complaining, whatever you want. Open over the journal, too, but Anne won't be paying close attention to it.

Although the date would be meaningless to her ICly, today is the day Anne Boleyn was executed, so I wanted to do a little something. Impromptu party to cheer up the injured folks without babies! Threadjack other threads away, it's a party! She's tired of sulking. ;) ]

[7] 336 days until Easter

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunnymund rarely uses the journal these days. After all, his holiday was done for the year, he'd stamped in his metaphorical timecard and was focusing on watching over the children, a task that required him to talk to people in general much less. But this time, this time it certainly does require him to talk to people. To give them something of a friendly PSA.

...Or a gentle warning that the Guardians Were Always Watching]

So, I've heard about this week, where you all get your own little anklebiters, taken from their own worlds and given to you lot to look after. I don't much like the idea, but I don't much like most of what the castle does. I'm just going to make this real simple, so even a galah could understand it.

You look after these kids. They're your responsibility for the week, yours to care for and love. For this week, they need to come before you in everything you do. Remember, they're away from their real homes, they're looking to you to be their parents. They need you to be everything to them, their whole bloody world, even.

I'll be around, some of you won't be able to see me, but I'll be around. It's my duty to watch over the children, and these little bugalugs aren't an exception to that. You want help? You call for me. I'll help you out with just about anything. But trust me when I say you don't want me to be around if you should forget how to be a good parent. You won't want me there then at all. But I will be there.

So be good.

Tadchaen-a-Neder

[inafadingcrown]

( Gregory House )

[A little while later, the rest of you get treated to the annual "kid got his hands on the journal/notebooks were mixed up" event. The following is written out slowly and with great care, accompanied by a small voice humming a distinctly elvish tune.]

( little kid handwriting below the cut )

[And if he seems pretty advanced for his age, it's that elvish blood showing through. And, yes, mommy is rather pleased with that. If he's so smart he's creepy, then he's just that much more like her, okay?]

Ninth Snowflake - Backdated to Sunday morning

[sugarwaffo]

[The first thing Sugar notices when she wakes up is that she overslept, like seriously overslept. Which is odd because Rise would usually wake her long before noon.

The second she noticed was that Rise was not in her bed. Or the room. Or even the bathroom.

She was nowhere at all.

Which is why the snow fairy is flying frantically around the castle, calling for her roommate. She's moving very fast, so if you're not careful, she might run into you.

Her journal picks up her panicked cries from where it's shoved inside her bag.]

Rise? Rise, where are you?!

((Open for action or over journal. Sugar can be found anywhere in the castle. Is your character's room open? She might even search in there too.))