paradisalogs | IT'S A BABY-BONANZA!

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IT'S A BABY-BONANZA!

Good morning, residents! Did you sleep well? You're going to need all the energy you can muster because congratulations: You're parents! Again! The Paradisa Stork has paid some very lucky residents a visit last night, and even moved them to a more kid-friendly environment.

Some of you may already recognize your little bundle of joy and--my, how they've grown! Others will have to get acquainted with their little rugrats. You may not know them, but they certainly know you. By they way? They're bored. And hungry! And they want all the attention you could possibly give them.

It's going to be a long week.

(ooc: Use this as a catch-all post! This will be the only mass post for the Sunny Skies Retreat, so you may use it for any day that you'd like. Feel free to make your own posts and/or sections whenever you'd like!

SECTIONS: BEDROOMS | PLAY ROOM | PETTING ZOO | POOL | GARDENS | THE CASTLE)

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Are you two fighting again?

[Mariko looks suddenly upset]

[He'll briefly look at her oddly and raise an eyebrow before he waves his hand carelessly.]

Fighting? Hardly. It'd take more than a few comments to get us into it.

Really? [D:]

[Man, paranoid, much?]

Bouncing a few comments off of each other doesn't make an argument, kid. Don't get yourself worked up about it.

... Okay! I believe you!

[She gets back to nibbling her toast and take a sip of chocolate milk in a box]

[The bathroom door unlocked and Mitsuru walks out of it with some casual yet alluring clothes on. She's fixing her shirt and hair as she walks to the dining table to see the food the girl prepared for them. How old is this kid? She looks like around 6 years old]

Is this... mine?

[Mitsuru points at the plate in front of the empty chair]

Edited 2013-05-21 16:44 (UTC)

Yup! It's your breakfast!

[Mariko points at the food, even poking the toast on Mitsuru's plate. The mom kind of cringed at it, the thought of someone touching her food except her is kinda gross, but somehow she isn't too worried about it. There's something about this kid that makes her feel comfortable]

You look pretty today, mommy! Right, daddy? [:3]

[He'll finally be sitting down when the kid asked her question, making him look up again. ... What is this? Some kind of horrible test? Sure, she is pretty attractive, but that's something Pixy tended to look past. It'd almost be hard to tell if she'd be offended if he agreed or not.]

Hm? Oh. Sure.

[Nailed it.

Now to quickly change the subject.]

Where did you learn to cook, kid? You sure as hell didn't get it from me.

From TV, and this book! [She grabbed a journal from a backpack on the side of her chair. It was the same book Mitsuru wished for. Shinji's notebook full of cooking recipes]

Mom gave it to me.

That's Shinjiro's cookbook. I wished for that a few months ago...!

Say... [Mitsuru took a second to glance at the kid's backpack. It said "Mariko" on it. Mariko? That's always been a name she was fond of... How did the castle know about that?] Mariko. When have I given you that? Could I see it?

[Mariko hands the book to her mother, who then flipped the pages to see simplified instructions written in blue pen. There's a heart on the three-cheese alfredo pasta dishes, so she assumes this must be Mariko's favorite. She remembers that was what Larry ate when she invited him to try out her pasta dishes...]

We started cooking together last year. That's when you gave it to me. I remember- I remember it was after dad took me to see the planes! [She gasps excitedly when she remembered the flying machines]

An airshow, huh?

[This was some serious mood whiplash. Was this the castle's way of trying to get its residents to unwind after that mess on the Event Horizon? He wasn't sure how to feel. He's still been having bad dreams about it, and getting his mind away from it was difficult. But now a kid? A kid that's acting like she's the daughter of a married Larry and Mitsuru?

This didn't make any sense. Even less sense given that Mitsuru and Pixy were from two completely different worlds. How could they be married when Belka doesn't even exist where Mitsuru came from? Hell, how could HE be married? Marriage is the last thing he'd consider, especially given his line of work.]

[He looks briefly at Mitsuru, almost wondering if it was worth talking to her and making them play the whole thing up. Hell, even he didn't want a kid to feel bad in the long run. Telling her 'hey we're not your parents' seemed downright rotten, even.

He'll notice Eagle-kun sitting on the other bed, which he assumes is Mariko's. Geez, the castle was really playing this up, wasn't it? Weiss and that F-15 plush both?

He'll manage a small laugh. Playing something like this up would almost feel out of character, but maybe playing along might help him in the long run. He'd rather remember this than... two weeks ago.]

I hope you remember those aircraft designations too.

[Mitsuru is thinking of the same thing. She needs to talk to Larry about this without making the child suspicious. For a girl her age, Mariko seems pretty advanced mentally. She chuckled proudly in an almost "that's my girl" fashion. The kid's a prodigy, but it seems to be common in the Kirijo bloodline.

But then, she wonders if the girl has the potential for a Persona...]

Edited 2013-05-21 17:58 (UTC)

De...sig...? [It took her a second. She gets the gist of what Larry said, she just didn't know the word designation yet]

I remember Eagles! Like him! [She pointed at Eagle-kun at the bed]

Oh there's another one, but I forgot what the name is... Uhm...

[She grabbed a sketch book from her backpack to quickly scribble it]

It's wings could move!

[She shows Larry what looks like an F-14... with a smiley face]

Edited 2013-05-21 17:58 (UTC)

[He didn't even need to see the sketch to know that she either meant the Tomcat or the Tornado. When he does see her little sketch, he gives a quiet chuckle. What a pleased looking Tomcat.]

That's the F-14 Tomcat. We'll make a pilot out of you yet, kid.

[Or at least the most knowledgable six-year-old about jets, anyway.]

[Mariko giggles] I want to fly in one of these when I grow up!

Edited 2013-05-21 18:31 (UTC)

If you do well in school, I would allow it.

[She's just playing along. She has a theory in mind that she wants to talk to Larry about immediately, so she came up with an excuse to get Mariko away from them for a bit]

Are you done with your breakfast, Mariko? Go get cleaned up we'll go to where you want.

Edited 2013-05-21 18:31 (UTC)

Okay! I want to go to the ball pit and see the animals!

[Mariko leaps out of the chair and grabs her backpack to head to her bedroom. She was running like the typical kid, full of energy]

[Mitsuru waited until Mariko is out of range before she looks to Larry]

Are you thinking the same thing as I am?

[He's half-amused at the kid's declaration of wanting to be a Tomcat pilot. He watches her run off, before looking at Mitsuru, the amusement from his face gone for the time being.]

About having to put on a show for the kid until this is over?

Indeed. I have a theory I would like to put to the test.

I hope you have a better idea of what to do. I'm a pilot, not a babysitter.

But care to let me in on this 'theory' of yours?

The castle always does these events and drags a select few people into it. I have heard of the sporting event in space, the house for the elderly... and it seems people who got dragged into it go against the roles given to them.

Those who went along with their roles seem to have been spared for the next event. Which got me thinking, playing the roles given to us might be our way back home.

The castle seems to possess a mischievous sense of humor, always toying with it's residents and revels in their reactions. So perhaps if we weren't giving it what it wants, perhaps it would bring us back home...

[Somehow the thought of going home made her feel upset deep inside. She glanced at Pixy and the door to Mariko's room]

'Going home' is kind of having your hopes rather high, don't you think? I doubt something that minor would be the ticket to being sent back.

[He shakes his head.] But as far as being spared of 'events', it could be a sound theory. An unlikely one, but possible none the less.

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