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nysalogs2018-06-04 10:46 pm
terrantrash) wrote in nysalogs2018-06-04 10:46 pm
[OPEN]
Who: Slaine Troyard (terrantrash) & YOU
What: Slaine's got a new, more domestic job, working at an orphanage. Taking care of kids is a lot harder than he thought, not to mention shopping for diapers is embarrassing.
When: June
Where: Around Olympia, at one of the orphanages.
Warning(s): N/A
PLAYGROUND GAMES
[It's definitely not a job he ever saw himself fulfilling, but ever since Mikazuki more or less forbade him from returning to the Institute, Slaine's been doing his best to settle into a new, domestic role. The orphanage the martian had suggested he apply to had welcomed him with open arms, desperate for younger workers to help out. It isn't a very big building and it doesn't house too many children, but there's a big enough gated yard outside for them to play in that Slaine can only hope doesn't feel too restrictive. As someone who grew up without playmates his age he finds it hard at first to relate to the wild, fantastical games they want him to play with them. Luckily though for Slaine his imagination helps bridge the gap and once he'd managed to get over his self-consciousness, he'd thrown himself right into their make-believe worlds.
It's funny, how much the kids seem to gravitate toward him. Even the more quiet, shy residents will go out of their way sometimes to take up a spot beside him if he's got a book ready for storytime. Currently Slaine's out in the yard, dressed casually with a half apron tied around his waist. He seems to be running away from a small hoard of little children of various races (some have fangs or pointed ears or horns on display) only to dramatically throw himself up against the metal fencing of the yard. He'd agreed to play 'capture the wyvern' and it's clear from the shouts of the kids that he's clearly their prey.]
Ah-! Help!
[It might seem like he's calling out to whoever's on the street walking by to save him from the rascals but the shout isn't directed really at anyone specific. Not that one couldn't mistake his cry for help as genuine.]
BABIES R US
[This is definitely not a shopping trip Slaine ever thought he'd have to embark on. Armed with a list of various items he has to pick up for the youngest members of the orphanage, Slaine's basket is already filled with various baby paraphernalia. There are bibs, diapers and even bottles shoved into his basket, as he stares down a wall of various baby formula mixtures. Who knew infants could be so complicated? How was he supposed to choose the right one?
If he notices you passing by he'll call out to you timidly, gesturing to the formula behind him. Slaine definitely looks too young to be a dad just yet, so he's well aware his little shopping trip is probably raising a few eyebrows.]
Um...you wouldn't happen to know the difference between these, would you? I'm not really sure which is the best to get...
WILDCARD
[Slaine can be found working at the orphanage in Olympia with a smile on his face, either playing with the kids in the yard or reading to them under a tree. It's probably the happiest he's looked in awhile for those that know him. He can also always be caught leaving the place in the evening after his shift is over or out pushing a pram with two interesting looking toddlers strapped inside, one with purple skin and tiny horns, the other pale with pointed ears and silvery hair. Hit me up with whatever and I'll work with it or I can start something as well!]
terrantrash) & YOU What: Slaine's got a new, more domestic job, working at an orphanage. Taking care of kids is a lot harder than he thought, not to mention shopping for diapers is embarrassing.
When: June
Where: Around Olympia, at one of the orphanages.
Warning(s): N/A
PLAYGROUND GAMES
[It's definitely not a job he ever saw himself fulfilling, but ever since Mikazuki more or less forbade him from returning to the Institute, Slaine's been doing his best to settle into a new, domestic role. The orphanage the martian had suggested he apply to had welcomed him with open arms, desperate for younger workers to help out. It isn't a very big building and it doesn't house too many children, but there's a big enough gated yard outside for them to play in that Slaine can only hope doesn't feel too restrictive. As someone who grew up without playmates his age he finds it hard at first to relate to the wild, fantastical games they want him to play with them. Luckily though for Slaine his imagination helps bridge the gap and once he'd managed to get over his self-consciousness, he'd thrown himself right into their make-believe worlds.
It's funny, how much the kids seem to gravitate toward him. Even the more quiet, shy residents will go out of their way sometimes to take up a spot beside him if he's got a book ready for storytime. Currently Slaine's out in the yard, dressed casually with a half apron tied around his waist. He seems to be running away from a small hoard of little children of various races (some have fangs or pointed ears or horns on display) only to dramatically throw himself up against the metal fencing of the yard. He'd agreed to play 'capture the wyvern' and it's clear from the shouts of the kids that he's clearly their prey.]
Ah-! Help!
[It might seem like he's calling out to whoever's on the street walking by to save him from the rascals but the shout isn't directed really at anyone specific. Not that one couldn't mistake his cry for help as genuine.]
BABIES R US
[This is definitely not a shopping trip Slaine ever thought he'd have to embark on. Armed with a list of various items he has to pick up for the youngest members of the orphanage, Slaine's basket is already filled with various baby paraphernalia. There are bibs, diapers and even bottles shoved into his basket, as he stares down a wall of various baby formula mixtures. Who knew infants could be so complicated? How was he supposed to choose the right one?
If he notices you passing by he'll call out to you timidly, gesturing to the formula behind him. Slaine definitely looks too young to be a dad just yet, so he's well aware his little shopping trip is probably raising a few eyebrows.]
Um...you wouldn't happen to know the difference between these, would you? I'm not really sure which is the best to get...
WILDCARD
[Slaine can be found working at the orphanage in Olympia with a smile on his face, either playing with the kids in the yard or reading to them under a tree. It's probably the happiest he's looked in awhile for those that know him. He can also always be caught leaving the place in the evening after his shift is over or out pushing a pram with two interesting looking toddlers strapped inside, one with purple skin and tiny horns, the other pale with pointed ears and silvery hair. Hit me up with whatever and I'll work with it or I can start something as well!]
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Try as he might, he can't seem to make a grab for the chinchilla, especially not when doing so would disrupt the poor babies inside even more. Already the sound of wailing rises up into the air, and Frederick can feel his resignation well up quick inside him. ]
I must apologize most humbly, my housemate's irascible pet made his wily escape as soon as I entered, and he would be most upset were I to lose his pet.
[ Probably. He doesn't actually know how Cam the First feels about Cam Junior.
He peers inside the pram once more and grimaces. ]
But perhaps I should let you fish around inside, I doubt the children will take well to a stranger rummaging about around them.
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This isn't his first time handling such a creature, surprisingly, and so he seems to know what to do. What he isn't going to do is hand it back over unless there's something this guy can carry it home in.]
Do you have something to keep it in?
[Even a cardboard box with holes would do.]
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I do not. But if you'll give me one moment...
[ Or more like ten moments as he sprints back to the house he shares with JJ and Cam and Claire, in search of a worth container that might be able to keep a chinchilla trapped inside.
Some seconds pass, and then some more. People amble by, some pausing to coo at the babies in the pram and others just minding their own business. Finally—Fred jogs back out of the house, a large shoebox in his hands. ]
Will this do?
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At least he doesn't have to wait too long, even though it feels like an eternity has passed when Fred does return with a shoebox. It has holes on the sides in place of handles and seems wide enough the fluffy rodent should fit.]
Ah, yes, it should. It looks big eno-ow!
[Looks like the fussy chinchilla has other plans, said plans involving sinking its teeth into Slaine's hand. Welp.]
Open the box!
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Even though Fred's used to being the one to give orders he opens the shoebox with alarming haste and holds it out as close to Slaine as possible, unwilling to allow any more injuries to happen on his watch. (One is already too many, to be quite honest.) ]
I'm so terribly sorry, young man, please, you must come in and allow me to treat that wound of yours—
[ What if Cam Junior has rabies?? ]
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[JUST...let him stuff the rodent in the shoebox. Once Frederick has the lid on, Slaine takes a look at his hand with a wince. It hurts like a bitch and as much as he doesn't like imposing on others...he really should get it cleaned ASAP.
There's a wayward glance toward the babies in the buggy before Slaine's nodding at the offer, ready to follow Fred inside.]
If you don't mind, I would appreciate it.
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[ Never mind him, he's just grumbling to himself, appalled at the chinchilla's behavior. There's no small amount of squeaking and shifting inside the box as the chinchilla tries valiantly to escape but it's all to no avail; Fred's hands are clamped tight around the box and lid, preventing even the most daring of escapes.
Into the house they go, though Fred makes a beeline for Cam's room first, making sure to call out behind him before he goes. ]
Please, make yourself at home. I need to put this creature back where he belongs first.
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Which leaves Slaine standing awkwardly in the sitting room unsure as to what to do with himself. There's a tissue box on the coffee table nearby and so he grabs a few to press against the bite as he waits for Frederick to return.
He doesn't need to get anymore blood everywhere than he already has.]