paradisalost | May. 25th, 2011

May. 25th, 2011

spreadmypain.livejournal.com

^{[Recharge cycles are never complete for him; they're broken by fragments of distressing memories and nightmares that make it difficult to keep his eyes closed for more than a few hours. So when he wakes up, he's really not in the mood for anything remotely bothersome, more or less the sight that meets him this morning.

There's a baby virus sitting on the other side of the bed with big yellow eyes and devilish little claws, reaching for him and babbling incoherent syllables and squeals. Needless to say, Abraxas finds himself falling off the side of the bed as he scrambles backward in an intense panic to separate himself from this... this...

What is it?

He slows, a black mass staring up at a tiny glowing menace that is now giggling.]}

PARADISA!

^{[His voice thunders into the pages of the journal, distorted and decidedly freaked out.]}

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?

^{^{(ooc: Dictated! Maybe action if anyone is brave enough to come console Abby's dramaqueen-ness. Backdated to the beginning of the baby plot - I will be going to bed soon but will have lots of tagging time tomorrow afternoon!)}}

ectobabble.livejournal.com

( Sabah )

[after waiting in the game room for a good forty minutes, Ray realizes that either Sabah couldn't see his filter for some reason, or he's been incapacitated. if the kid is on a loss, well, that won't do, and he'll need looking after. or maybe he's hurt - he's heard an awful lot of people ending up in the clinic, lately. but by the time he reaches the little apocalypse's door ... it's perfectly plain what's happened. he thuds his head lightly against the wood below the blank nameplate, then sighs, and glances down toward the journal hanging at his hip, alongside his meter]

F'anyone else knew him ... Sabah's been sent back to his dimension of origin. ... I'm gonna be down in the ballroom, tryin' to catch a ghost for my demonstration at the next Peace Patrol meeting, if anyone wants to see how it works ... I guess I could use a bit of home.

[and sure enough, a little while later, he'll have retrieved his ghostbusting gear from his room, and is parked in the ballroom with a cigarette, leaning on the wall. he isn't just going to wish up something and trick the ghost into appearing - that would be cheating. instead, he's just going to wait for one to happen by ...]

ofmywill.livejournal.com

( Beatrice )

[ And for the rest, it's time for Walking With Koromaru! The little dude isn't nearly taken out enough, so there's energy to spare while Minato strolls along, the snow-white dog bounding around him with excited barks. He dips down to rub his head occasionally, but generally lets Koro do his thing. Knowing he's smart enough to wield a Persona does tend to take the pressure off.

His journal is under his arm, as well, and he's thinking- about losses, about babbies, about this place, about what to have to dinner. Even with the world he left behind and the frankly obscene amount of juggling needed there...this place is still a lot to consider. He's staring off into space so intently that he might just bump into you, too!

The general path is towards Beehive Coffee down in town. What can he say? It has nice seats, and cheap food. That's all he needs to be a mainstay. ]

spongetastic.livejournal.com

( To anyone who encountered Claire Bennet last week )

[Peter is glad that he's not in his room for a while. He stretches out on a couch in Hesam's room. But of course two seconds later his daughter Mary comes toddling along]

Wake up, Daddy!

I am awake. Go wake up Uncle Hesam. Just be quiet so you don't wake the baby.

Okay!

truthin-bones.livejournal.com

[The stack of books that sit by Brennan would be normal enough for the scientist, if she had the reading level of a five year old. A number of them contain more pictures than words, but on a number of fascinating (at least, what she considers fascinating) subjects: skeletons, human evolution, microbiology, and dinosaurs. On top of the pile lies her open journal - not something of which Brennan is aware.

[Her attention is instead occupied by the two year old girl in her lap. Her daughter. Hers and Booth's daughter -- a concept that she still has a difficult time really understanding. But some part of her doesn't want to take any moment for granted. It's almost a dream come true, if she would ever admit to wanting this dream at all.]

Your sternum is right here. [She explains, tracing a finger down Christine's chest. The girl laughs, watching her mother with wide eyed adoration.] And on either side of the sternum you have...

Bones, Mommy?

[Brennan gives a slight nod at the response and places a hand on either side of Christine's rib cage.] Can you be more specific? [As she asks, an impish thought hits her. Rather than waiting for an answer, Brennan curves her fingers to tickle Christine, joining in on the laughter as soon as her daughter starts to squeal with delight.]

[ooc: Open via journal or action!]

encourage

[ The journal has just been hit and falls open on the ground as the sounds of splashing and high-pitched childish laughter is recorded. It's hard to hear much outside of the splashing and sudden squeal as someone's gathered into very surprised arms. A few sudsy moments later, "someone" can be heard standing up out of water and sloshing it onto the ground as bare feet smack down on tile.

Somebody else is still giggling. ]

No!

[ It's the cheeriest no that's been recorded on journal yet. Soon after, water droplets start appearing all over the journal page, accompanied by cramped, messy writing. ]

cupid i need you here right now

[ Moments later, an audible rush of air and gentle chiming noise is picked up, followed by a distinctively male voice that carries over the ramped up giggling and squealing (which has only grown that much louder upon Cupid's arrival). ]

What's the problem?

explorationist.livejournal.com

[There's the sound of a pen or pencil tap tap tapping away at the corner of the journal as Coraline ponders something. Hesitantly, she writes:]

Is there anyone who knows me that doesn't know about the Other Mother?

bigbad

[Spike is unaware of his open journal. He's too busy playing outside with little Annie Frye, his daughter, to think about it.]

Do the funny face, Daddy! Go grrrr!

[Spike chuckles.]

You sure? It's a bit scary, love.

[The girl giggles.]

Not scary! Funny!

[Spike watches her for a moment, then shrugs and puts his gameface on. Annie beams and pokes him, then picks up a nearby pencil.]

I'm the Slayer! Gonna stake you!

[Spike gives her an amused look.]

Oh, are you, now?

[She barrels into him. Spike catches her and lets her knock him down, and she mimes shoving the pencil into his chest.]

Wham! Wham! Wham! Bye bye, evil vampire! You're dust!

Oh, am I?

[Spike catches the pencil and rolls the two of them over.]

You forgot that you're dealing with the big bad. I eat little girls like you for breakfast.

[Annie shrieks as Spike dives for her neck, though she's not really scared. Spike shifts out of gameface an instant before he reaches her, and instead of biting her, he blows a raspberry into her neck. The shriek dissolves into giggles as Spike starts tickling her ribs. In the process, Spike kicks the journal closed, ending the transmission.]

powerlusts.livejournal.com

[With everyone in the castle getting children, it wasn't much too much different with Sasuke.

Just from the child's eyes, it's easy to tell that Sasuke was one of the parents according to the castle, but the cat ears and the tail, well as if he knows what's up with that at all.

Sasuke seems to be sitting on his bed, while Rin is not too far away from him as they in the same room while the child keeps poking at Sasuke determined to get his attention]

I guess ignoring them would be too much to ask for? [With a sigh of frustration, he just shoves the kid over to Rin wondering why this isn't over yet] -- here, you deal with him now.

alias_savant

[there are children EVERYWHERE. Neal's never really swayed one way or another on kids, but they are good marks to practice on. Or perform magic on, because that's ... really what he's doing. Slight of hand is a conman's best friend.

Currently, he's crouching in the lobby, talking to one of the little girls running around. It could be your little girl, it could be someone else's little girl, but it doesn't matter. There's a girl, and there is a Neal.]

You've got something behind your ear there.

[the girl looks confused as her hand comes up to check, saying the accustomary "no there's not"s before Neal grins, moving his hand behind her ear. there's a small flick of the wrist, and he's holding a small flower out in front of her. Her face lights up, and Neal's grin gets even wider, if that was at all possible]

See? Told you so.

[I will have to run off for dinner/family things in a bit, but I will hit all the tags when I get home.]

☻ amused

talonous.livejournal.com

Who: Tim Drake and Bruce Wayne
What: Tim takes Bruce up on his invitation to the Batroom and tries to see if he can, in fact, lie to Batman in person.
When: A while after this post
Where: The Batroom
Rating: PG

( Liar they never ever let you win )

ontheclockpro.livejournal.com

[There's a bunch of page flipping as Reno catches up on the on-goings of this week. Finally he gives a sigh. Nothing but babies babies babies. Dictated rather dryly]

Is there anything going on that ain't about babies in this thing or can I just toss the journal for a week?

'Cause really, I'm not one for the greeting card specials.

ambuscades.livejournal.com

( private )

( filtered to Sakaki, aka private #2 )

( Natsuki )

[and now,

filtered against children and those who might use information here for diabolical purposes:]

Well. Aren't we glad the children showed up later than expected, rather than...say, March?

[Paradisa, you do remember what went down in March. DON'T YOU?]

[ooc: I'm headed to work soon, so replies might be slow or late]

leadthedance.livejournal.com

[It's a normal day with a Gino snoozing away and just on the verge of waking up. Well, he thinks it's normal, anyway. But things turn out to -not- be normal when Gino not only doesn't wake up with a cat named Arthur staring him right in the face, but the fact his pets all seem to be hiding entirely.

... and then noticing there is a unicorn in the same room. Let's not even forget to mention the adorable little girl with the pony ears, tail and unicorn horn.

Either he was severely drunk, or the castle was up to something again.]

A-Ah-! Excuse me, what's... going on?

[ooc: so backdated to a couple days ago, asjhfgdhfsj I'm sorry this took so long to get up, Rarity-mun. Stupid life got in the way. ;w; Please feel free to kick me if you so desire.]

ares.livejournal.com

Who: Callisto and Ares.
What: Making Callisto jump through hoops.
When: Backdated to back before baby plot.
Where: Their shared bedroom in the castle.
Rating: R. There will probably be violence.

( Read more... )

terrorwhatflaps.livejournal.com

[dictated, calmly] Y'know ... I'm all for people discovering the perils of parenting. It kinda makes you a better person if you do it right. I speak from experience. But ... all the same ...

IT MAKES IT REALLY HARD TO CONCENTRATE ON IMPORTANT STUFF WHEN ALL YOU CAN HEAR IS BABY TALK!

[sigh. ahem.] Right. I'm going out for a drive, so I can get some peace. And quiet. And maybe even do some proper deductive thinking. We may know who's behind it all, but those residents aren't gonna come back by themselves.

[yeah, no one's clued the duck in that they're probably all dead. whoops. he puts on his hat and heads for the doors, then down to the garage. revving up the Ratcatcher, he drives it down through town, making a cursory lap, and then heads out toward the forest on a whim. it'll be quiet out there, for sure. parking the motorcycle out at the edge of the woods, he gets out, stashes his helmet in the sidecar, and ventures down the path]

Huh. Gotta say, I haven't been out here since they burned down all the creepy trees. It's ... actually kinda nice out here. Calm. Tranquil. ... Amazing how much I can appreciate a forest without Bushroot around turning the deciduous into delinquents.

[he sticks his hands in his pockets and wanders, even starting to hum quietly to himself as the sunlight dapples down through the leaves. all in all, it's a gorgeous day, and a moment's peace is just what the doctor ordered. soon, he's cleared his mind, and has started lining up everything he knows about the disappearances, neatly, for comparison.

but that all gets thrown to the back of his mind as he sees a trail of wrecked foliage and churned up earth.]

Hark! What's this that my keen eyes spy? Looks like the site of some sort of crash! [he whips out his magnifying glass and starts following it deeper into the trees, off the path. pretty soon, he finds a half-bent tree, the branches and leaves JUST BARELY covering a small, round, magenta craft - Zim's "ingeniously hidden" voot cruiser]

Well well WELL, what! Have! We. Here. An alien ship, I trust! This is GREAT! Yet again, Darkwing Duck proves without a doubt that he is THE pinnacle and paragon of perception, the visionary of ... of ... er ... VISION. Ahem.

Good thing I've got my hat on. That's sure not happening again. But just in case ... [he looks around surreptitiously, then pulls a pepper shaker from the folds of his coat before uncovering the cruiser] There. Now, let's see what we can find out about your ominous occupant, and which way he's gooone... [he steps gingerly up and into the open cockpit. instantly, Something Happens.]

MALFUNCTION.

[an immense number of things that are somehow a cross between tentacles and armor plating snake up out of the seat and pin Darkwing to it. two round panels descend from the roof and hover just over his head. his beak and the tips of his fedora are the only things poking out from the mess, for a moment, and he grits his teeth]

Well this is cozy.

[he'll be here for a little while. eventually he'll get out, but in the meantime...? enjoy your fail!mallard. again.]

loveablecoward.livejournal.com

[Backdated to earlier today. Courage is drawing in the middle of the lobby with his and Fluttershy's child, a yellow half puppy/half flying pony with three pink stars just next to her tuft of a tail. Before anyone asks, yes, she's cuter than every other child here put together. Blame the mother for passing on her looks along with her wings.

Speaking of the mother]

Daddy? When's mama coming?

In a little while. Let's finish this and then you can give it to her.

Like a surprise?

Uh-huh.

Yay!

[That 'yay' is straight from her dad's genes. She even throws her paws up like he does.]

[ OOC: Open to everyone. Especially the ponies. And Spike the dragon. Y'all know you want to meet your little niece. Fluttershy, feel free to tag in when you like. ]

teds-up.livejournal.com

[Ted had actually begun to sleep more or less soundly, despite everything that he'd gone through. The first month was always the toughest, really. Journal lying open innocently on a nearby desk, Ted gives a small, sleepy yawn as he sits up. He starts when his foot brushes against something that feels like someone else's skin.

He looks over.

It is someone else's skin. A black-haired girl with candy-corn colored horns lay turned away from him in his bed.]

Ah-h-h!

[It was a startled sound, but not a loud one. Apparently, even when confronted with this confusing situation, Ted still had the decency not to wake his new bedmate. It certainly didn't keep him from scrambling out of bed though.

And then, the laugh of a small child. Actually, make that two small children. Ted freezes, and slowly looks over.]

Oh... my God.

((Backdated due to REASONS. The troll in the bed is Kanaya Maryam, and yes, they've horrific human-troll baby-grubs. Enjoy, Paradisa.))

icarustattoo.livejournal.com

[It's nearly midnight, and where the hell is Brock Samson? Snuggled away in some weird, fake impossible magic bliss with his girl and their fake impossible magic baby?

No.

He's actually walking around the lobby, looking utterly exhausted/pissed off. With said baby in his arms, a little girl about two years old with big blue eyes and curly red hair, wearing what little girls wear to bed.

Brock also has neon purple nail polish on.

And a cat sticker right in the middle of his forehead.

This is exactly what he'd always wanted out of fake impossible magic parenthood.]

is0latedthinker.livejournal.com

[It's taken some time for him to adjust - it felt like he'd just recovered from seeing thought- and speech bubbles above everyone's heads when what do you know, he ends up waking up in his room, finding a young girl playing a game of pretend on the carpet. A girl who calls him 'Daddy'.

Now if that's not way out from left field, he doesn't know what is.

He's simply coped - the girl seemed quite agitated when he tried to find her 'real parents', insisting that he was her real father. So he's spent the last few days getting to know this 'daughter' the castle decided to spring upon him - Emma, she insists her name is.

Today the pair can be found in the library, looking for suitable children's books. Emma is playing with her toy abacus while Alan looks.]

I don't suppose there's a copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar here...

((Open for action and dictation - stop by, say hello, or advise a book!))

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