IT'S A BABY-BONANZA!

[paradisamods]

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)

Comments

[bronwe]

Is your child asleep?

[secondchances]

[She has no idea.]

I think so. He's with "dad" for now.

[bronwe]

You don't seem pleased.

[secondchances]

Just residual upset...ness. [NO SHE'S STILL UPSET]

[bronwe]

I suppose I would find myself quite upset too to find such an unexpected... task. [ How else do you describe babies... ]

[secondchances]

It's not too bad. Knowing it's temporary helps.

[bronwe]

Will the loss bother you, once the children has gone back to where they came from?

[secondchances]

For a while, but a week doesn't give you much time to get overly attached. [Or so she says!]

[bronwe]

[ He nods slowly. He really wouldn't know. ]

Is there any good in it at all...

[secondchances]

Practice for the real thing one day, I guess.

[bronwe]

Would you wish your child to be like the one you are given now?

[secondchances]

I don't know. I'd like my child to not be made by a castle, but I guess he's a good little baby.

[bronwe]

[ Boy, does he fight the urge to ask made by what then? ]

Did you give him a name at least?

[secondchances]

Jack. That's the name of my boyfriend's [dead] father.

[bronwe]

Boyfriend? The friend now caring for your baby?

[secondchances]

Uh--[Ooookay, maybe Frodo is from one of those worlds where boyfriend isn't a thing.] not really a friend friend.

Lover? That's what I mean. My partner.

[bronwe]

--Oh. Your intended?

[secondchances]

[Everything sounds so... serious.]

Uh, yeah. Something like that.

[bronwe]

[ He smiles brightly. ]

How fortunate for you that the castle respects your intention even in a matter such as this!

[secondchances]

[FOR NOW.]

Cuts down on the awkward just a bit. It's always nice not being shoved into situations with a stranger.

[bronwe]

And since he is your intended, perhaps it becomes a chance to practice, as you said.

[secondchances]

Are you trying to make me turn red? [Because it's working :< don't make her think about real kids with Tim, because it ain't ever happening.]

[bronwe]

[ Oh. Oh dear. ]

...No?

[secondchances]

[Awkwardly laughs and pets a passing bunny. What can she say that doesn't have to do with Tim or babies?]

So, umm... you're not a little kid.

[bronwe]

[ Well, that sure gets a hearty laugh out of him. ]

No, I had fifty years last I checked.