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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:25 am
let's get this party started - first meeting Caspian Cathaldus bounced anxiously on his heels in front of the establishment called, ominously, the Facility. A slightly crumpled letter was in his hands, and was getting steadily more crumpled as he nervously played with it, eyes scouring the building for.. well, anything, really. Anything spooky or scary or welcoming. Anything that would give him a good reason to either run away and never come back or proceed forward. Having always been suspicious, his curiosity was piqued when he received a letter telling him that he was supposed to come to his 'Facility; and pick up a child. Of course part of him wanted to, but a large part was also filled with wariness. Why him? What kind of child? Who was ordering and/or monitoring this? Or him?
So, here he was, pacing indecisively in front of the intimidating building, curiosity fighting with paranoia and apprehension. However, once it began raining - no, not raining, downpouring - his mind was made up for him, and he shivered and shook the water off of himself in the lobby.
He barely had enough time to take a breath before a weedy, bespectacled man in a lab coat grabbed him by the arm and dragged him none-too-gently down a hallway, chatting obnoxiously over Caspian's stuttered protests.
"Well, let me tell you, thank God you came in when you did. For Christ's sake, I'd been waiting for you to enter for the better part of an hour, and if you'd taken much longer we'd have to find someone else and what a godforsaken mess that would have been. Now-" he said as he sharply turned a corner, looking down at his clipboard as he dragged a very confused Caspian, "he's been moved down here, ate everything in the room before, by God, he certainly has his sin's appetite, can't believe the big lug's gone, thought nothing could take him down, stronger than an ox he was, two oxes even! Aaaaand heeere we go, right in there, Gluttony and Liberality the little monster is, name of Fitzroy please make sure he doesn't eat his glasses, can't afford to get him another pair, budget cuts don't you know, shout if you need anything, I'll be right out here with the papers, good luck!"
And with that, Caspian was shoved into a small room that was sparsely decorated like a typical child's playroom, the poor man stuttering as he tried to process all of that rapidly delivered information. Lost for words, he looked dumbly around the room for a few seconds before a light tapping around his shins made him look down and see the oddest kid he had ever seen. Green ears and skin, metal juts out of his back, three fingers; the sight only made him more speechless. He blinked dumbly as the child smiled up at him.
"Hi! M' name 's Fitzyroy! Ums, are you my new daddy? 'Cause, 'cause dey'd been sayin' I'd be gettin' a new daddy. Or maybe a daddy at alls, I guess." he said with a slight chuckle, looking up at Caspian with very happy, very expectant eyes. Having never had the strongest of wills, it was only a few seconds before Caspian decided to just give up his protests. Leaning down, he picked up the small child, holding him a little awkwardly, and gave him a small smile.
"Yup, new daddy, that's me..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:30 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:31 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:32 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:49 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 2:15 am
ABC's and 123's - homeschool session "Blue, red, lellow, orange, porple, green, light blue, black, brown, pink. Blue, red, lellow, orange, porple, green, light blue, black, brown, pink. Blue, red, lellow, orange, porple, green, light blue, black, brown, pink! Blue, red, lellow..."
Caspian stood baffled outside Fitzroy's door, the laundry basket in his arms sagging lightly as he listened in utter confusion to what he could hear his son repeating from his room. He had been standing there for about five minutes, trying and failing to find any reason as to why the small child would be chanting such a thing. He had already eliminated the idea of 'robot'; Fitz had had too many baths for that to be valid anymore. Curiosity finally growing unmanagable, he knocked twice, then edged his way into his son's room, a nervous smile on his face. "Hey, Fitz. Whatcha doin', buddy?"
Fitzroy turned to face his father with a wide smile on his face. "Countin'," he replied matter-of-factly before turning back to the book he was reading, swinging his legs contentedly as he began his chant again.
Caspian blinked in confusion, and setting the laundry basket down, he walked over and looked over his son's shoulder. What he saw made sense to him immediately: a page in a coloring book that showing the numbers one through ten, which Fitzroy had colored. One was blue, two was red, etcetera. Smiling to himself, he sat down beside Fitzroy. "Um, not quite, Fitz. Y'see, those shapes you colored in, those are numbers, and they have their own word. Like the blue one is called 'one'," he said, pointing to the number and the picture beneath it.
Fitzroy blinked, looking between the pictures and his father's finger for a few seconds before nodded in hesitant understanding. "Okaaay... So, so, what's dat one, den?" he asked, pointing to the six.
"Six. And this one's two, and three, and ten..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 2:20 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 3:23 am
Caspian's Journal Of all of the things I expected being a dad would have me doing, the single thing I did not expected was having to buy new furniture.
Every other week.
Because my son's stomach-mouth took a gaping bite out of it.
Yeah, something tells me that I won't find any solution to that in parenting books. Not that I'm complaining - okay, maybe I am, but still - it's just damn inconvientent.
But reckless eating habits aside, Fitzroy is quite a good kid to have around. He's helpful and sunshine-y and is usually content if I just give him a coloring book or two. Kid loves to draw and color, I'll tell you what. Plus, and this is nice, he eats just about anything, which kind of evens out the cost of all those new barstools.
Yup, there's really not a whole lot to complain about here. Hope that tomorrow doesn't bring about any big, bad, changes.
-Caspian Cathaldus
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 9:02 am
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 10:24 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:23 pm
RESERVED FOR GROWTH REACTION
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 3:40 pm
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