THE BABY PARTY

[afineknight]

WHO: everyone!!
WHERE: The Rec Room
WHEN: Day 33, around lunchtime

[ Since it is a Daffodil rite, the Daffodils (at least, the ones that are not children who have no idea what they're doing and therefore aren't Tart, the best baby shepherd ever) have set up a little party in the rec room for all the kids and their poor beleaguered adults!

They've set up snacks and pulled out a few games as well as some pillows from the library for naptime and books — including picture books — nearby before putting the word out to others to stop by the rec room around lunchtime. And hey, if they have anything they can bring along, all the better! ]

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[afineknight]

[ As the designated Daffodil adult, Crois is hanging out near the snacks so he can direct people, giving them a grin.

yes, he finally got some sleep last night. ]

Ah, hello, my friend! Welcome!

[apothekitty]

[ someone has been in and out of Daffodil all morning, coming back with buckets and baskets full of Things from the beach every time, and every time, she has to ask Crois just in case: ]

Are they still small?

[arrowace]

[ Mute looks is back in their frog hoodie, with the hood covering most of their face. This isn’t something all that new, they like it that way when they’re in a mood. But the stiff way they move, the walking stick- that’s new. They lean heavily against the wall. They tip their head at him. ]

Just who I was looking for.

[electricflock]

[peeps!]

Welcome!

[midustouch]

[ while tartlet is still a -let he's happy to mind the chessboard and teach other babies how to play chess!! alternatively you can find him nestled up in pillows, reading either:

an arcane magic spellbook written in a strange language

or

How To Be A Friend: A Guide to Making Friends and Keeping Them ]

[noarchitact]

[ smol fantasia takes a seat beside tart and his nest of pillows, taking a look at the (magic) book he’s reading. ]

[ he gasps! ] You know how to read that, that’s amazing. Does that mean you know magic and spells?

[secondbornsun]

[ sometime after tartlet gets a nap though he loses the -let. 20 year old tart is here and already looks like he's been suffering for decades.

eventually he will just go find a (different) place to nap but in the meantime he's subtly keeping track of the babies in the rec room. . . ]

[afineknight]

[ he waves!!!

like a bastard. ]

[catposting]

[ pops up next to him with a basket of apples. still a kitten ]

Oh, hey. You're bigger.

[apothekitty]

...










[ puts a seashell delicately on his head ]

[appleblossoms]

( baby sonata gently tugs on his hand. hey. hi. )

[aididitmyway]

[jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ing from across the room

she saw that change]

Traitor

[electricflock]

[adult tart tags in, adult muffin tags out

there’s a baby chick tugging on his pant leg]

[alittlelaugh]

[jiiiiiiiiiiiii from afar

big lion........]

[adorabrawler]

[ Alright I had my fun so Spinel is back to normal when she comes wandering into the rec room, looking a lot like she’s suffering through a mental hangover. ]

Bluhhhh.

[ Time to zombie toward the snacks. ]

[appleblossoms]

Spinel...! I got apples. Do you want one?

[catposting]

[ kitten is wandering around with a basket of apples, offering them to whoever looks interested. he refuses to be babysat ]

[apothekitty]

[ the basement cat has been in and out all day, including after the baby party starts, always coming back with bull baskets and buckets every time she leaves ]

[aididitmyway]

[You can catch her in a couple of different situations:

1) She's still a little girl, bouncing around and being a bit of a hellion though she's relatively well-behaved for once. Mostly because she has her boombox and it's playing B-Komachi music because it's basically her security blanket.

or 2) She's back to normal, but attempting to become one with the pillows because of her mortification. Naps got her. How could naps betray her.]

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[catposting]

[ comes by with an apple basket ]

Oh, you're bigger too.

[ he is not bigger himself ]

[arrowace]

[ Mute has covered up head to toe. They have on their frog hoodie, pulled up so that just their eyes peep through and they’ve borrowed a pair of gloves from someone else on Bluebell.

They’ve brought some fruit and nuts and dried meats which they are adding to the communal snack pile before sitting down stiffly in a corner. ]

[appleblossoms]

Ohh... froggy... Do you like the lilywogs?

[noarchitact]

[ fantasia has finally become a baby and he can be found drawing all sorts of things ( you might even find a ‘portrait’ of yourself ) or playing blocks. ]

[ there is a small lunchbox sized tempo sitting next to him, but doesn’t seem on at the moment. ]

[babyking]

[Waddles over in order to see his drawing. He crouches down to watch without saying anything to begin with.]

[leonheartedly]

[Tyr is back to normal, so he's just hanging out near the door and helping to just keep an eye on things.

Very serious, not easily bullied by children at all]

[catposting]

[ walks over, offering an apple from his basket ]

Hey, nice guy. Apple?

[rugpull]

[big Biscuit returns and he brought

1. lemon blueberry pound cake
2. lemonade and grapejuice
3. roasted bird lightly seasoned for delicate babies
4. buttery corn some on the cob some off]

Come and get some snacks, kiddos!

[afineknight]

Ah, Biscuit! My hero!

[babyking]

[Apple Mochi can be found anywhere within the rec center. He seems especially drawn to the books and food, though.

1.) [Having found a corner with picture books to surround himself by, he is looking through them, and for simple words or phrases, he seems... to be able to read them? Just a bit. He has to sound them out to himself.

He looks up when he notices anyone who approaches, though.]

Do you want to read with me?

2.) [There is so much food for him to have. And none of the adults are telling him that he cannot have as much dessert or snacks as he wants. So he very politely keeps going back for seconds. Surely he won't get a tummy ache...!]

3.) [His eyes feel sleepy and his head heavy. But...! He will NOT take a nap. Sitting down somewhere, his head bobs over and over again, jerking up once more, only for his eyes to flutter shut, his head to bob, and then straighten again.

He isn't tired though. Really.]

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[electricflock]

Cheep?

[electricflock]

[the baby bird has brought in a couple sticks, stolen two pillows, found some napkins, and is happily building a “nest” out of it all in the corner]

Teep~ teep~ peet~

[villainrole]

[Malva Pudding has piles of flowers that he's using to make people a flower crown! Each crown has 12 flowers, and they're made up of different colors (they can be: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, puprple, pink, white). BUT!!!

It looks like he's making custom ones for everyone that comes nearby:]

Let me make you a flower crown! Each color of flower means something, but I won't tell you what they mean. Instead, I'll base it off of first impressions and you can try to guess what they mean if you want!

It's nice to meet you!

[electricflock]

Chirp?

[finalbows]

_{[ confirming with anyone who looks Vaguely Tall and authoritative, ]}

This... gathering... is intended primarily for "munchkins?"

_{[ he's still got short red hair and the weird, un-rose like outfit, so this is still a ritual-effected Angel Devil. ]}

[catposting]

[ freezes with his basket of apples.

walks in ---------------------------> that direction ]