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!

[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 ]

[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.

[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. ]

[catposting]

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

[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?

[secondbornsun]

. . .


[ waves back with the expression of 'idk if i even want to ask' ]

[apothekitty]

...










[ puts a seashell delicately on his head ]

[secondbornsun]

[ ?????? ]

. . . And you're still squirt-sized.

[afineknight]

Oh yes. They are still quite 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.

[secondbornsun]

[ stares at her like


why ]

[appleblossoms]

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

[appleblossoms]

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

[afineknight]

Should I say "welcome back"?

[apothekitty]

[ enrichment, obviously ]

[apothekitty]

Aha.

I hear the ocean calling.

[catposting]

I'm staying squirt-sized, thanks.

[ offers the basket ]

Apple?

[aididitmyway]

[jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ing from across the room

she saw that change]

Traitor

[afineknight]

[ well that's not a baby. ]

Who, me?

[afineknight]

By all means! Please continue to be on water duty.

[afineknight]

[ He pushes some towards her. ]

You worked hard yesterday!

[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.]