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)

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[samson]

[Maybe he should just like... sit on her...]

Calm down, what's the matter with you! It's just some stupid world change.

[molotov]

[She whirls on him, eye wild and full of tears.]

I don't want to die!

[samson]

[Oh... welp. Brock, you are dumb.

Frowning in concentration, he takes her firmly by the shoulders, leaning down to look in her eye.]

You're not going to. I won't let you. We're just in a hotel, Molotov.

[molotov]

And the Event Horizon was just a ship, Brock!

[samson]

[Should he... slap her? What should he do? This is hard.

He keeps his hands on her shoulders, speaking lowly.]

Calm down, zhena. You'll hurt yourself if you keep freaking out. Look, let's just get dressed, and then we can look for a way home.

[molotov]

[Molotov just stares at him for a long minute, then crawls back into bed, to silently sob, curled up under the covers. Maybe this time, she can just lay down and die. It has to be less painful.]

[samson]

[Brock sighs heavily and rubs hard at his face.]

Okay, I'll get dressed and look for a way home...

[He climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Judging by the castle's track record, he's not too worried about this place being anything more than slightly annoying.

But if he's in the shower, then whose soft footfalls are those on the carpet, approaching the bed?]

[molotov]

[Wow, Brock, way to be an insensitive asshole. Molotov really needs to leave you, god.

She's quivering under the blanket when she hears footsteps, which immediately just makes her more afraid. She gasps for air, then wraps her arms around herself.]

[samson]

[The footsteps stop once they are next to the bed, and after a short pause, the corner of the blanket is lifted as a little face framed by red hair peers in.]

Mama?

[molotov]

[Opening her eye, there's a brief moment where Molotov can't react at all. And then, despite herself, she starts to laugh through her tears, reaching out to grab her baby and pull her under the covers as well.]

i don't even have any andy icons, spams this one

[samson]

[Andropov squirms unhappily when she is grabbed, because she is Brock's daughter and likes her personal space. Then she puts her hands on Molotov's face, squishing her cheeks.]

Mama, what's wrong?

i have only one

[molotov]

[Molotov doesn't care if Andropov squirms. The child could be throwing punches and Molotov would still be holding her as close as possible.]

Nothing now.

more than me!!!

[samson]

[She settles down once cuddling has commenced, though, but she's still squishing Molotov's face with her little hands.]

Are you crying because Daddy? I heard him, was he mean? Did you make him go away?

[molotov]

[She shakes her head, and rubs Andropov's back.]

Nyet. Everything is fine now. I love you.

[samson]

[Andropov finally lets go of Molotov's face at that point.]

I love you too, Mama. Where's Daddy? Are you sure you didn't make him go away? [SKEPTICAL BABY LOOK.]

[molotov]

Daddy went for a shower. I did not make him go anywhere.

[samson]

[More skeptical baby looks.] He should come see me. We're in a kid place and I wanna go look.

[molotov]

Daddy will take you once he is done with his shower.

[samson]

[conspiratorial whisper] But how long? What if he drowneded?

[molotov]

[She laughs.] When has Daddy ever drowned before, huh? He only just went in, he will be out soon.

[samson]

If you say so...

[Brock didn't actually drowneded, because the shower turns off a few seconds later.]

[molotov]

[Molotov barely notices that the shower turns off -- she's too busy just staring at her daughter, gently running her thumbs over little plump cheeks and curly red hair.]

[samson]

[Andropov squirms a little bit more. Stop manhandling me, Mama!!!

Brock comes out of the shower shortly after, a towel wrapped around his waist.] Are you hiding under there.

[molotov]

[Molotov smiles at Andropov, but answers Brock.] Da.

[samson]

Well... c'mon and get up. We gotta go.