Pilgrimage 003 ◘ Tali'Zorah ◘ Mama Quarian [ Accidental Video / In person]

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[Since finding a baby Quarian in her room, Tali was at first apprehensive to do anything but leave it alone. She had helped with one or two children in her time aboard the Flotilla, but she'd never had one directly in her care. The video feed comes on to show her in the kitchen, with the infant laying quite happily on the table in front of her, although the childs face is hidden by Tali standing in the way. She's busy fitting it with a tiny enviro-suit and mask the Author was kind enough to leave with it. Then again, it would have been pointless to give her a child to take care of but then have it die within a day or so]

Alright little one - that should do it..

[Picking it up gently, it makes a happy, content giggling noise as she nuzzles her helmet against the childs]

Now we'll see how bad those microbes are...~

Fourth Execution // [Acc. Video] Why must they punish the infants who could not choose?

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[The feed begins with an all too familiar crackling. Pyramid Head's room wasn't the most inviting of places. Let alone the most ideal place to keep a small child in, yet for some reason the Author deemed him capable of taking care of a baby. It was probably why it was crying. His approach was slow as ever examining the infant. It was a healthy male. Just increasingly distressed.

Leaning down he lifted the baby from the wicker basket. Anyone watching and aware of Pyramid Head's moments of violence will probably be fearing the worst for the child. Before any indication to the child's fate is given the feed abruptly cuts out with a shrill burst of white noise and static.] 

In Person

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[Burter has amassed small group of children around him through a suave system of candy and being big and blue. He's been holding their attention with his posing (which they seem to enjoy and he, in turn, enjoys the attention) and general boisterousness. A few have scurried off in fear of his appearance, but those who remain?

They are learning the finer points of "Rock-Paper-Scissors".]

No, no! Paper beats rock!

[He takes a child's hand and lays it flat over the fist of another.]

Like that, see?

[The children, in turn, give him blank glossy stares and sit there. Burter looks to the others.]

You get it, right?

[Recognition? There is none. Burter sighs.]

...Alright! Who wants more candy?!

World 15 | Voice

[blondmage.livejournal.com]

If anyone finds a three year old running around by himself, can you please report it to me.

[Soon some crying is heard in the background.]

Don't cry Annabelle, I'll be with you in just a second. I bet you need your diaper changing.

[Quickly need to make the message short.]

But if he is paying attention to this, can you please come back? I need to look after you till I can find your father.

Thank you for listening.

17th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Well, naturally Hayato was notoriously terrible with children, and with his condition his patience was stretched even thinner then usual. It probably took all of ten minutes of being in the room with the kid before he got fed up with it and tried to throw his shoe at it , so of course Hayato had been baby-ified like the rest of the bad mommy's out there.

And his child self had some serious business to take care of! After bothering about several people with his child nonsense he finally thought to get practicing for his upcoming piano recital! Hoping that if he was good enough, maybe he wouldn't have to eat his sister's cookies again...

So Hayato had found the music room and plopped himself down to play the first piece he could find. Of course he's no professional, he messes up here and there, but considering his age and the complexity of the piece he's rather gifted. Anyone in the general vicinity of the music room is free to come listen, and bother him.]

003 [Text/Video]

[sandcarnage.livejournal.com]

[Immediately following the mess Gaara had left behind in the kitchen, he had returned to his room, where he spotted two immediate problems. A) The baby is still there. B) The phone he had crushed his first week here is back, looking as good as new. Already stirred up from the kill, Gaara decides to fix both of these issues the only way he knows how. Except there's one problem.

A few minutes later, a text message is sent out accidentally as a distraught Gaara button mashes the phone in an attempt to make it do something.]

qwie dbncsaaj!iwu..aaa.a

[The video accidentally clicks on afterwards to reveal a three year old Gaara with spatters of blood peppered on his cheeks and arms.]

Yashamaru...? [Obviously panicked, and still pressing buttons.] I don't know what happened... Are you mad at me? Where are you? ....I'm scared...

.:12:. [Video/In Person]

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[See a three year old kid. See the three year old kid with pink big tails sitting there. See the three year old look annoyed as she slowly starts to stand up and makes her way over to the communcator. Giving it a very long staring at,]

Where's my daddy and mommy?

[She puffs her cheeks out slightly before making her way to the door and off on to an adventure]

Fine, I'll look for them myself.

[OOC: Yeah Lotti is a three year old brat and looks like that except a lot smaller in age.]

{19th Collar} Baby Blues [Accidental Video]

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[Tom had just made a plate of nachos minus the jalapenos and places them down on the coffee table. Since having a microwave and a mini-fridge in his room since the beginning made things much easier for him to make his snacks. Unfortunately, he didn't account for the toddler that he's now caring for that obviously looks like the young cop but has blond hair like his ex-girlfriend Jackie.]

Hey, don't touch those! They're still hot.

But...dad?!

I said no. You'll get an owwie.

O-tay.

[The toddler waited for his dad to turn his back and then the scream.]

OWWIE!

[Tom turns around and knocks his Blackberry off the dresser in his haste which cuts off the feed when it hits the floor.]