paradisa

[She knew she shouldn't have taken it. She knew it was a bad idea especially since Mistress hadn't told her to. But she knew that it was broken and Mistress was sad and wished that she could wear it. Sunny was sad when Mistress was sad and she wanted to help... even if that meant doing something that she hadn't been told to do... and taking something without permission.

She didn't see it as stealing, of course, since she wasn't taking it for herself. A house elf could never steal from their master or mistress, after all. She had taken it so she could fix it... not that she was actually very good at fixing things such as this but she could fix other things and there had to be a way, right? Right.

It was between meals and Sunny had some time to herself. Of course she was meant to use it to eat, herself, but this was more important. She is currently one of the tables in the empty Dining Hall with a locket on the table in front of her. There were some small tools nearby, the perfect size for her little hands and the delicate work she was trying to do. She stood on the bench so she could properly bend over the necklace and work on fixing that broken clasp.]

((OOC: Come bother House Elf Sunny!))

manymoreteef

I would first like to thank everyone for their kind words and actions regarding my sister's departure. It truly means a great deal to me to know that there are such nice people in this castle - many of whom I can call my friends. I don't have friends back home so it's a comfort to have so many people here I can speak with and spend time with. I still miss my siblings terribly but it does help ease the burden somewhat to know I'm not alone. Thank you.

[She clears her throat softly before continuing]

Since I still find myself at a proper size of which to do this with I would very much like to make something for everyone. Well, perhaps not everyone since there are quite a few people in the castle. It may be more accurate to say that I would very much like to make something for as many people as I am able to. I am not a professional chef, by any means, but I have been learning and many have said my cooking is quite good. Most recently I have been trying to teach myself how to make a number of deserts. If anyone would like to sample something I will be in the kitchen much of the day. Additionally if anyone has anything they would like me to make please feel free to ask.

[Since Violet's departure Sunny has been mostly holed up in Lemony's room reading and staring out the window. She knows, however, that she can't live like this forever. It's not healthy, it's infringing on Mr. Snicket's space and her sister wouldn't want her to become agoraphobic - which in this case means "One who stays indoors all the time anguishing over an unfortunate event." Thus she's forcing herself out and about again, determined to try to bring the smile back to her face somehow. Cooking has been a comfort as of late so what better way to help cheer herself up than to cook for the people of Cair Paradisa?]

((OOC: Open for journal or action in the kitchen. Over the course of the day any number of cookies, cakes and dishes may show up on the tables and counters of the kitchen. Dig in!))

manymoreteef

[Sunny had been quite confused the past two days. In part because she had been aged to approximately 22 years old, of course. However the most significant confusion came from the fact that she had not seen or heard from her sister in that time, despite having filtered to her through the journal. This was very concerning. At first she thought that Violet may have been caught up inventing something or at the library and had simply lost track of time... but she had never disappeared for this long before, not without telling her where she would be.

Fearing the worst, Sunny makes her way to the castle proper and walks to the room Violet had occupied prior to moving to the town. It's there that her worries are confirmed... Her sister has gone home. Sunny is now not just the littlest Baudelaire in the castle... but the only.

She takes a shaky breath as tears spring to her eyes. She knows that Violet will be going back to a better future than they had ever imagined they might have... she only wishes she could experience it, too. Yet even that knowledge could not ease the ache in her heart. She had never been without her siblings before and, even knowing that her guardian Mr. Snicket is there to protect her, she can't help but be afraid for what might happen once she returns to her normal age.

All answers would come in time, she knows. For now there is a task she must perform. She wipes her tears away with her fingers and pulls out her journal]

[Mr. Snicket]

[She can't tell him over the journal. Something like this... it has to be in person. It's too important. Too big. Her voice is soft as she dictates]

I must have a Very Forlorn Dialogue with you... May I come to your room?

[/filter]

[Filtered AWAY from Lemony Snicket]

[Sunny sniffles softly, wiping away a few more tears as they fall. A few droplets spatter on the journal page as she speaks, her voice heavy with sadness]

My name is Sunny Baudelaire. I am 2 years old... although the castle has temporarily made me somewhat older. I regret to inform you that... [She pauses, taking a breath as she tries to keep her voice steady. She might be crying but that doesn't mean she wants that fact to be general knowledge. ] I regret to inform you that my older sister has gone home.

[She sighs, frustrated now more than ever in her loss]

Unfortunately my loss is the ability to say her name... but we are both Baudelaires and she had a shop in town where we both lived. She is a brilliant inventor and had been working on opening a school and... [Her voice cracks and she covers her mouth with her hand, unable to continue. She just hopes that was enough for people to know she meant Violet]

((OOC: Open over the journal or action for the hallway outside Violet's former room))

manymoreteef

[Waking up this morning Sunny first thought that the room had shrank and was quite confused. Didn't the castle just send them to that island with the dinosaurs? Why would it do something else to them quite so soon?

Then it dawns on her: It wasn't that the room had shrank. She had grown. She had grown a lot. Not only had she grown in size but she had apparently aged as well. She had been aged up once before when everyone was at that nursing home but this... this was different. She moves to a mirror and touches her face, looking over her new features. Different but still unmistakably her. This is certainly an unexpected development, though not entirely unwelcome. It will be nice to actually speak with her friends... a few in particular come immediately to mind.

She moves to the closet, thankfully finding that she had been provided with clothes to fit her new stature. She quickly gets dressed before picking up her journal. She bites her lip, thinking for a moment before speaking]

Is the castle usually in the habit of changing one's age so suddenly? I feel rather akin to that girl in the story who ate the cake and suddenly found herself as large as the room.

( Mr.Snicket )

( Leonard Church )

( Chell )

[She thinks for a moment before putting out one final filter]

( Violet )

((OOC: Loss start!))

quadro_dent

[Hey guys. There's an unattended baby taking a walk around the castle. Wat do?]

quadro_dent

[Anyone looking in their journal today will have a double treat. Sunny's found some crayons and has decided that she wants to draw that beautiful spring day outside her window. She's humming wordlessly as she draws.]

theabjectauthor

Good afternoon, everyone, and to those of you with the inclination, a happy St. Patrick's Day.

[Lemony's voice drifts over the journals over the sounds of chopping, rustling, and bubbling, a pretty clear indication that he's in the kitchen. every now and then there's a dusting of something powdery over the page - spices, to be exact]

I suppose I could regale you with the curious details of the holiday, and how it has evolved from the celebration of a man who dedicated his life to crushing the pagan beliefs of a country and converting them to Catholicism, or how that slowly evolved into an Irish-American celebration of culture, yeasty beverages, and the color green in various combinations. But that sort of information is readily available.

Instead, I am here at the request of my dear friend Sunny Baudelaire: as she does not quite have an extensive enough vocabulary, herself, I would like to invite you all to partake of a traditional St. Patrick's Day repast. Sunny is doing most of the preparation, and I am mainly acting as sous-chef, a phrase which here means "one who lifts the heavier things and handles the more dangerous bits of the cooking process".

Incidentally, corned beef - or salt beef, if you're more prone to British slang - became more popular with the Irish upon their immigration to New York, where the salted cuts of beef made available largely through the Jewish butchers of the city were more affordable than the pork they had favored back home on the Emerald Isle. So, if you're worried about the meal being kosher, there's no need for concern.

[at which point, the master chef herself sees fit to pipe up] Oleracea!

OH! Yes, thank you for reminding me. [ahem] Sunny would like me to remind you that it's also delicious when paired with cabbage, carrots and potatoes.

We're looking forward to meeting anyone who would care to come ... and I'll be more than happy to translate for Sunny, as she's eager to meet people.

quadro_dent

[Seeing as most of the other residents spent a large amount of their time in Holly Peaks complaining about the food Sunny has decided that it's clear that they are in need of something delicious to eat.

So this morning she finds herself in the kitchen making breakfast. She's standing on a chair by the stove making French Toast. A LOT of French Toast. There's already a large stack on the counter ready for whoever would like it, syrup and powdered sugar close at hand.

Good morning, Paradisa. There's a 2 year old in the kitchen cooking. WAT DO?!]

quadro_dent

[Now that she's properly clothed and knows that this is, in fact, not the carnival as she'd originally thought, Sunny wants to explore. She's mostly been in town since she's arrived and hasn't had much of a chance to look around the castle, yet. She's thrilled to be with her sister and happy to be able to spend time with her in happier times without the threat of a horribly disguised villain swooping into their lives to ruin them but sometimes a baby has to step out on her own and take a look around.

She's made it as far as the lobby.

It took her a while to get there and now that she's there she can't resist the allure of all of the hard objects around the room just DYING to be chewed on. She grins, knowing JUST what she's going to spend her afternoon doing.]

Bite! [Which, of course, translates to "There are so many wonderful things in this castle for me to bite! Where should I start?"]

((OOC: Open! Sunny will be found in the lobby for a good part of the afternoon chewing on tables, statues, benches, the stair banister... anything solid that most people wouldn't even dream of chewing on, really.))

quadro_dent

[Sunny blinks as she steps into the darkened tent, momentarily disoriented as her eyes adjust. However, when she's able to see again she's quite surprised at what she sees. Instead of a gypsy tent, as she had been expecting, she seems to be in a large room in what appears to be a castle. But that simply doesn't make any sense at all. It must be some trick of the light or illusion or something. She turns around to brush the tent flap aside and go back outside and finds that there was no longer a tent flap to brush. All there's behind her is an open door leading out to a very snowy courtyard.

She pushes some of the hair out of her face, trying to get a better look around her - this false beard is becoming increasingly inconvenient. At a complete loss she sighs]

Pietrisycamollaviadelrechiotemexity.

[Which, of course, means "I must admit I don't have the faintest idea what's going on." Sunny pauses, looking around. In her confusion she had forgotten that she was in disguise as Chabo the Wolf Baby, a fearsome child who only speaks in growls. She clears her throat and adds a soft]

Grr...

((OOC: Open for journal or in the lobby!))

Profile

Paradisa

January 2015

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
				1	2	3
4	5	6	7	8	9	10
11	12	13	14	15	16	17
18	19	20	21	22	23	24
25	26	27	28	29	30	31

journal posts

Entries tagged with sunny baudelaire

Tenth Toothmark

Eighth Toothmark

Seventh toothmark

Sixth toothmark

Fifth toothmark

fourth tooth mark

Journal the Eighth (open!)

Third tooth mark

second tooth mark

First tooth mark

Profile

January 2015

Links