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PARADISA MODS ([personal profile] paradisamods) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-05-19 06:09 am
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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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[personal profile] wishmadeinfire 2013-06-03 04:57 am (UTC)(link)

[ Ashura laughed. ]

That is like asking water not to run its course, Felix.

[ He cleaned up breakfast and went to a small set of drawers near their own, pulling out tiny clothes, beaming at the details and the colors. He selected little trousers and a loose, half-robe like top for the boy, a compromise between their two aesthetics and cultures. He chose dark colors, because the boy was a mess half the time and they showed stains less. ]

Come on, you'll have to put on proper clothes if you want to go to a slide.

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[personal profile] lord_wizard 2013-06-05 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Finally through, he patted Ryuga on the back]

Go on, then...
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[personal profile] wishmadeinfire 2013-06-05 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Ashura smiled as their child ran to him, gingerly working the babe out of his night clothes and into his play clothing. It took Ashura a bit, fingers sore and cramped still from the events that had turned them pink with scarring. Ryuga wriggled on a little, at least, happy enough to be of help in the interest of going to play. Ashura put his feet into his little shoes and stood, nodding. ]

Now let Papa and Daddy dress and we'll go.