badfic_manor | Entries tagged with plot: baby week

1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[Since the rocky start to this odd mother-daughter relationship at the beginning of the week, Elphaba's actually gotten used to her child. Well, a little more than that. She's actually grown quite fond of the spirited little green girl. The two are in Elphaba's room, with the door slightly ajar. Inside (and on the feed) anyone passing by or watching the network will see this rather surreal little scene;

Elphaba is lying on her front, her feet kicking the head board as she reads to herself. Her right hand is raised slightly, swaying side to side, seemingly controlling a mobile that is spinning slowly above the babies cot. The child, although she's been quiet for a few hours now, suddenly decides that it needs more entertainment. So, it starts making little noises of distress, which eventually become tearless yells.

With a roll of the eyes, Elphaba pushes herself up and off the bed]

Alright, alright.. Come here

[Picking the child up, she sits back on the bed, and quietly hums to her as she makes herself comfortable. When it's apparent that the infant wants more than to be held, she thinks for a moment, before glancing at her book, and smiling a few moments later. Trying to work out a tune in her head, she gently starts singing this to the baby, in an effort to make her fall asleep..]

If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair...

scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[Black Jack is sitting outside on the grass surrounding the fountain, with a 2 year old child and a pile of envelopes, all in various shades of pink and all perfumed into oblivion. He's opened one or two, but they all say pretty much the same thing. And they're all from the same person.

Leaning back against the stone water feature, the surgeon goes to light his pipe, the smell from the letters somewhat headache inducing. However, before he can really relax he glances over at the young boy next to him.

He's staring. Just, line facing at the Doctor, who in turn, frowns back]

What?

[When the little boy just shrugs, but keeps glancing from the pipe to the Black Jack, he eventually gives in, and puts it out]

Fine. Have it your way.

inordertobelieve

[Unseen by the camera Mikami has been flailing (metaphorically, of course) in a serious way about suddenly having to take care of a child. Thankfully his kid wasn't one of the active kind.
Being a father was nothing Mikami knew about. He didn't even remember his own father and his mothers was a faraway memory that he's locked somewhere deep down in his mind.
And Mikami knew this child wasn't real. It was one of the Author's tools and would most likely be gone after the week. But as he saw it breathing, moving, laughing, crying, living... it was hard not to see it was a real kid, someone with feelings.
And so Mikami has now taken the little boy to the library, in the hesitant try of doing something fun for the child.
So here he is, the boy on his lap (after the kid begged for it, Mikami had finally given in) reading a bed-time story. Without much intonation, in his serious voice, but it’s a try.
The story is the fairytale of Momotaro, because every child had to know that one. It’s been ages since Mikami read it, so he doesn’t even remember a lot. ...The irony of the old couple suddenly getting a child only strikes him later]

Once upon a time there was an old man and his old wife living in the country in Japan. The old man was a woodcutter. He and his wife were very sad and lonely because they had no children....

[Full fairytale here. The videos cuts out somewhere in the beginning though.]

abluechild.livejournal.com

[Aoko is not usually too confused when she wakes up in her own room but here lately she'd been sleeping in the same room with the boys. But only because she felt safer with them right there. So why she's not in Kaito's bed has her a bit puzzled. More than that though, she felt achy. Like she'd been sitting in one place too long and she had bruises all up and down- well- everywhere. She can't remember doing anything too strenuous or- She shakes her head and merely gets out of bed- definitely achy and sore.]

[...well, whatever the reason she was in her own room- she's quickly leaving it and moving down to the end of the hall to go back to the boys. Once she get there, however, it's locked. What the heck? They're not out are they? Without really thinking about the fact it's.. midnight... she knocks on the door.]

((ooc: to save the poor girl's sanity she does not remember her encounter with Gaara in the kitchen. She will remember on a subconscious level- but she'll be very confused as to why she has a sudden fear of sand or just.. Gaara.))

Current Mood: confused

p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com

[Having made it a point to not go near the kitchen again, young Shiki's made his way outside basking in the greenery. There was very little left anywhere in his Japan unless you went very far into the countryside, no where near he lived anyway. Taking a deep breath he tried to clear his thoughts, shove the image of the blood stained cabinets from the front of his mind. With very little success sadly.

His face paled, remembering the smell of it. That distinctive metallic hint. Hunching up in the taller grass by the flower beds he raked his hands through his hair. Where the hell was he anyway..?]

Current Mood: distressed

crystalline_skies

Please stop crying?

[Lenalee is looking a little worse for wear, hair a tangled mess and dark circles under her eyes. She can be seen cradling a wailing child with the same black hair as her, but brown eyes.]

Come on, use your words... are you hungry? Do you- ow! [The child stops crying long enough to gleefully yank at a lock of her hair. Lenalee covers his tiny fist with her hand, slowly prying off his fingers with a weary sigh.] No hair pulling.

[The toddler is placed on the ground once Lenalee gets her hair free, and she fixes him with a stern look.]

That isn't the way to get what you want. Use your words.

[There is a moment of silence as the child's lower lip wibbles, and then he is screaming again. Lenalee wavers for a moment before bending to pick him back up, bouncing him on her hip.]

Brother would know what to do with you. [He's the one with childcare experience. Although... the thought of him happening upon her holding a child at all resembling herself is worrying.] It's a good thing Brother isn't here, though...

11-sies.livejournal.com

[Presumably sometime Monday After noon the Doctor moved his TARDIS to the hall outside Rose's room and then Back into his room- the doors are locked to allow privacy and the two year old he's been entrusted with is fast asleep on what might be the most comfortable bed in the universe. Might be.]

[The Doctor has been quiet while waiting for the little one to fall asleep and sitting on a mess of wires underneath the main console while doing a bit of work- normal stuff.]

Current Mood: contemplative

keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com

[The video feed comes on, and at first the visuals are obscured. It's only when Leonardo comes on screen, his face blured by baby drool, that it becomes apparent that his baby has been using the device as a chew toy. He doesn't seem phased by this at all as he places it to one side, and gives his attention back to the child.

With the infant laying quite comfortably on the baby mat and Leonardo sitting opposite him cross legged, it's obvious they're enjoying each other's company in equal measure.]

Va bene quello piccolo, che si preferisce, eh? *alright little one, which would you prefer, hmm?

[Picking something up from off camera, he produces a small doll; about 30cm in height, he winds up the back of it, and seconds later it starts walking towards the baby. ]

That one...? Or....

[Toy number two turns looks a little like this, and is wind up once again. Only this time, once wound, it takes flight out of Leonardo's hand. When the baby reacts to the flying machine with happy little giggles and gurgles, Leonardo grins broadly]

Good choice, Ezio - Good choice...~

junior-cop.livejournal.com

[Tom enters the kitchen to get out a few supplies for his mini fridge for the next few days. Once he opened the two way kitchen door, the sight he saw was a rather gruesome one with very little evidence other than small smatterings of blood on the cabinets, wall and door with a pool about the size of a dinner plate on the floor that has spread out and thinned in certain places.]

Shit...

[Tom pulls out his Blackberry and calls the first person in mind...]

[Audio/Private to Saguru]

Houston this is Eagle 1. We have a problem.

[The levity is the first clue that Tom has discovered something horribly wrong.]

junior-cop.livejournal.com

[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.]

bloodlicklotti.livejournal.com

[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.]

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...

quarian-bucket.livejournal.com

[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...~

11-sies.livejournal.com

[The Doctor's door is open as it usually is- the TARDIS doors aren't open but they're also not locked- so you can probably hear some weird humming if you're walking by. He's just doing a bit of tinkering and has left his little two year old on a chair- too bad he has NO intention of staying there]

Can't reach it!

[The Doctor comes out from beneath the console to see what the kid was after- the molecular woozit and to get himself up there the was about to pull the splitzer lever- nasty combination really]

Of course you can't reach it! You're not supposed to reach it- now go and sit in the chair until I'm done- then we can get ice cream.

But I want it!

You pull that, and you blow us all up- you still want it?

[The toddler thinks for a moment]

Yes.

Oi. [But, nothing to worry about- The Doctor is pulling the kid away from the console and sticking him back on the chair.] Now, stay there until I'm done.

mei-tantei.livejournal.com

[the video, at first is hard to take as the camera is being shaken all over the place, and then, suddenly- in the back ground-]

O-Oi! That's not yours! Give it here.

[The Detective of the east comes on screen long enough to turn the device off- haven't seen him in a awhile, have you?]

1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[The feed comes on (as it so often does) without Elphaba's knowledge, showing her laying on her bed with a pillow over her head. Evidently, she's attempting to block out the screaming cries of the one year old in the cot across the room]

Shut up..shut up shut up shut up.......

[Throwing the pillow to the side, she gets to her feet and grabs up the small green child]

What?? What do you want?!

[It's around this point she realises what's wrong; she had assumed that the green skin was the only thing the Author had given the kid,but apparently not. It was only crying now because it's cheeks are red and sore from where the tears had started taking effect. Slowly, her expression softens, and she (awkwardly at first) carries the crying child a little more lovingly as she walks out into the corridor, towards the bathrooms]

It had to be a baby...just HAD to be...

lone-defender.livejournal.com

[In the comparative chaos of most of the feeds in the manor, the one which flickered onto Rose was...relatively peaceful. Very peaceful, in fact. Rose simply sat in a chair, one hand on her chin, and watched an infant with an intensely thoughtful expression, which she rocked in her other arm. It was quite young, still small enough to be held snugly in one arm, and appeared to be sleeping. At times, the infant would scrunch its face and whimper, and most often Rose would shift and adjust the angle of her grip on it. Sometimes it would only make faint squeaks and fidget.

Aside from the sounds of the infant, the audio might well have been disabled.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

deeplymeaningless

[The Manor is back, Ryuutaro hasn't found himself a child parent and there's not much to do. As a result of that the boy has found himself in the kitchen, starting to randomly cook something.
He liked doing that, but there weren't lots of oppurtunities in his world, as he wasn't living in a house and therefore had no kitchen.
Right now he'´s finished some Mitarashi-Dango and is making variations of the obligatory Onigiri. And yes. He's wearing an apron. But only a plain white one.
Anyone close to the kitchen is absolutly free to bother him.]

100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com

[There's a green-eyed, blonde-haired kid attached to his hip, giggling. Dean's smiling, and looking very happy. He's great with kids, and he looks completely in his element here.]

...If any of you need any help with your kids, let me know.

[there's a pause, and he takes a breath.] If any of you don't want them... [his face makes it clear he finds the idea unthinkable, but he won't have kids not being looked after because someone doesn't want them. He knows it (and worse) happens, after all. He imagines that it could be a prooblem with kids that just appear out of thin air.] ...I'll look after them for you.

diditmyway.livejournal.com

Mello did indeed get a baby. A pudgy little pink thing that gurgled at him and got spit on his nice leather. And that is not okay. Mello didn't like kids when he WAS one ~~fuck you to any of you who say he still IS one~~ and he doesn't like them now. Useless little buggers taking up space and crying for attention when they could take that time they are wasting to LEARN how to just say what it is they want rather than being the bane of some poor soul's existence.

Yes. Mello doesn't like babies.

And so if he's going to have to deal with one, he's going to make the thing straighten up and fly right...or hit the road.

[And that is how this video has come to be a baby, probably about 3 yrs of age, perched precariously on a tree branch as Mello waits below for the thing to figure out how to get itself out of danger. Learn early, learn fast. And Mello has no qualms with this because clearly he has the baby's best interests in mind. And if the baby actually manages to pass this test, hell maybe it can be his successor.

Though, that hope disappears all too suddenly when the baby inadvertently FALLS. And tumbling through the sky, disappears midair.

And in turn, the blackberry suddenly falls to the ground where instead of the lean leather clad boy, there is now a bundle of black clothes and a tiny blonde-bobbed head sticking out of the pile. An unhappy looking infant now clad in only a black vest that goes down over his knees and is falling a bit off his tiny shoulders.

Yes. Mello has failed the parenting test]