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Username: Kaefaux
Cert of Applicant:
List mutations you dislike: Random extra mouths, cyclopse
List triggers: N/A

Prompt 1: At the orphanage because... Something has caused you to be volunteering for the orphanage for about the last week, and today is the last day you planned on volunteering.
Prompt 2: In the orphanage's playroom... You enter the room and are immediately a person of interest for every child in the room except one, who stays away and ignores you.
Prompt 3: Just about to leave and... The receptionist admits that he had been watching you and asks if you've ever considered adoption.

RP Response:

Orion glanced towards the calendar on his phone and clicked his tongue. A week. It'd already been a full week. Minus the classes and study blocks he ensured were in any schedule he worked within, he'd spent a large portion of his time during the last seven days at one of the various orphanages local to where he was residing at the moment. He'd been... inspired, really, by his time helping Reina at the festival. Seeing the youngster light up playing games, encouraging him even to really step up and try his luck with a multitude of them, had triggered a growing curiosity.

Ever the researcher, he'd poured hours into the library reading on overarching principles of child psychology, care, and education. He knew nothing of children, he'd realized during his time with the young grimm. She had been far keener than he'd thought possible for a young mind, actually engaging him in interesting conversation where she astounded him with her observations concerning the games, the crowds, and even her own school experiences when they got to that. He'd... not realized children could be so aware of their surroundings and, all things considered, intelligent.

Though to be fair, he'd be at least the first to agree that when it came to other sentient life, he often was startled by anyone holding a lick of intelligence he deemed worthwhile.

The texts provided some points of reference, bringing him to a point he felt at least comfortable enough to reach out to available sources to begin some more hands-on learning of his own. The orphanages, with their influx of Hallowed and non- children, provided such an environment. It had been... taxing, to say the least. Yet, at the same time, Orion found himself not feeling as angry or frustrated with his exhaustion when he'd leave the orphanage after playing games, reading overly simplistic books, or otherwise having his time occupied by a range of small faces. The usual grumbling he had when realizing he could no longer keep working on his projects, studies, or otherwise, didn't exist after spending time with the kids. He felt... good. That his time hadn't been, surprisingly to him, wasted in some capacity.

It was thereby a strangely somber feeling for him to walk into the orphanage on his last day of volunteering, one he'd not anticipated in the slightest. The gloomy sensation faded, or at least shifted into the back of his mind, upon entering the playroom, though. The bag he carried over his shoulder bulged slightly from the varying contents within, and he was startled--delighted, true!--by the sudden high-pitched squealing and voices calling out to him. Multiple children--mutants and non--crowded around him and he grinned, ushering them over to a table where he could set down the pack he'd brought. Charmed small toys--approved by the higher-ups for him to give as gifts--were among them, which he passed out along with instructions to wait for him to explain their purpose. It was then he noted one youth sat far away from the group, curled up with a book rather than joining in the small lesson. Orion's eyes narrowed briefly, but his expression softened swiftly. Though not a Hallow himself, he was a mutant, and felt he understood a bit of the strain the kids faced with their oddities. Slightly, anyways--he was very aware of how different the circumstances were, not to mention the blatant fact his family had had the means and intent to keep him even after seeing he was a bit different.

Still, he felt sympathetic to the wary glances the child sent towards him from over her book. One on stars, he realized, a slight pressure squeezing on his heart. He'd been reading that to them yesterday. Maybe..?

Keeping the final toy for her safe from potentially sneaky hands, Orion went over his lesson--talking this time about telekinesis. The toys were charmed to levitate a foot or so off the ground when the children said a necessary word to trigger it, meant to inspire them and intrigue them on magic further, if they weren't already. He showed some of his own magic in this, moving about larger objects--carefully--and delighting the children who squealed and gleed at the sights.

Bit by bit, he began to notice the girl who had sat back began to creep closer, watching the shows and seeming to pay the most attention to his lectures, rather than fiddling with a toy or even reading her book. He could see it there, that glint of curiosity and delight. He made sure to keep her toy well within her reach when she finally slid into the group, and didn't show in the slightest his relief when she grabbed it and held it close. Her own intrigue was sparked. Had he... really helped to do that..?

Have you considered adoption?

The question from the receptionist had been sudden on his way out, and it'd caught Orion short, stumbling slightly. "I... might be," he'd said at length, thinking of the small girl's fascination and clear eagerness to learn. Reina's insightfulness. Perhaps to teach a youngling would... be more interesting than he had ever considered.

Username: SSBrosB
Cert of Applicant:
List mutations you dislike: holes, parts in wrong places (not usual eye area, mouth in leg, etc.), disease-looking things/gore (not sure if that counts)
List triggers: N/A

Prompt 1: You wrote a letter to the orphanage a while back and received no response, so you decided to show up in person.
Prompt 2: You take notice of a child at the coloring table and join them in their artistic endeavors.
Prompt 3: You run into a child sitting in the waiting room that wasn't in the play room.

RP Response: Brion had sent a letter to the local orphanage to see what he could learn from them about children. Since he was a first-generation doll, he was unable to have children of his own without help from a battery. But since he had to sometimes deal with children working at the coffee café, he had wanted to see if he could learn anything from there. He would have tried the Academy, but he had been told that it would be “creepy”. Brion stared at what his coworker had said, unable to understand how an adult monitoring children was creepy, but he still had a lot to learn in terms of social interactions. It was then suggested that he should try “volunteering” at the orphanage in some way if he truly wanted to learn, and so he had sent a letter asking if he could have permission to do so, as apparently showing up there in person without any warning would have looked “weird”.

It had been a couple of months before Brion thought about it again, having received no response as of yet. His coworkers had been outraged on his behalf, wondering if it was some sort of discrimination against dolls, but Brion could only look at them and wonder. He had only thought that the letter might not have been processed yet. But then his coworkers had pushed him to go and show up in person, which confused him. First they had told him not to do it, and then they had told him to do it. He shrugged, and went on his first day off, but all he could conclude was that there were so many social interactions that he still needed to learn, and that there must have been some reason as to why his coworkers had pushed so hard that he had yet to understand.

He had gotten there, and they had said that they lost his letter but had meant to respond to him. It was the answer to what Brion had assumed what had happened, and he therefor noted that his coworkers seemed to react confusingly. Perhaps he shouldn’t use them for understanding situations.

He was then led to one of the rooms, where there were several children playing and a couple of tables, which had one demon child coloring at the table. The worker had introduced him, and told him that perhaps he could help the demon in their coloring? He walked to the table, and asked if he could, though the Demon child seemed to take some offense to it. He noted that perhaps children liked to work on their own without interruption. It was then however that the child asked if he wanted to color too. Brion shrugged, since he didn’t understand what the point of coloring was, but decided to join the child anyway. He picked appropriate colors for the subject of the fill-in drawing, a pumpkin, and had completed most of it when he turned to look at what the child had done. His eyes widened in surprise as he realized that the child was coloring outside of the lines! And yet… the child seemed perfectly content! Brion couldn’t understand it. Was the child okay with the disorder? could the child not see where the lines were?

Another mystery surrounding children that he may just never understand. Of course, he had been built and became alive as an adult, so he had a hard time relating to developing skills. Perhaps he could ask someone else why children colored outside of the lines.

Soon enough however it was time for him to leave the room, as the volunteers were going to put the children down for “naps”. If it was anything like “sleeping” so that one could recharge themselves, then Brion understood that children needed it sometimes. He was surprised that many adults did not take rest periods during the day. Weren’t most sleeping to a certain point after staying up for so long?

As he was escorted out of the room, he noticed an elf child who had been in the waiting room. Brion, not understand basic etiquette, asked why the child was out there instead of with the others. He was then told that the child had been mean to the others and was in some sort of time-out where he was waiting to get lectured by another worker. Brion would have asked how the child was mean, but he had dealt with awful customers before. Perhaps he had just thrown a… what did they call them? A “tantrum”? One of those as his coworkers had put it. He decided that the punishment was appropriate and since the child was in time-out, he assumed that the child was also not allowed to talk to anyone during the period. That and he was a stranger and had been told that some kids didn’t like strangers suddenly talking to them.

Brion was escorted out and was told that he could come in another time to volunteer and he nodded in the affirmative. Although he wasn’t there too long, he thought he had learned something about children. And about other adults. The most prominent of them being that for some reason, some adults still acted as though they were small children. He wondered about having his own one day, or at least if he could adopt in the future, since he still hadn’t found a battery, but figured it might be at least a bit interesting to see someone go from such a small size into the adult that they were supposed to be.

Username: Micillia
Cert of Applicant:
List mutations you dislike: None
List triggers: None

Prompt 1:2: Something has caused you to be volunteering for the orphanage for about the last week, and today is the last day you planned on volunteering.
Prompt 2:3: You take notice of a child who is playing by themselves with a myriad of toys that are all of a similar category (i.e., horses, trucks).
Prompt 3:4: The child from the play room runs out and meets you in the lobby to tell/give you something.

RP Response:
Haunted Hallows, the time of the year when things went a little weird for newborn freshlings. It was always an odd feeling, going to the orphanage at this time of year. Freshlings that were abandoned or left, often because of their unique mutations, who were deemed unwanted, waited, hoped, for someone to see past their oddities and into their hearts. Abrus

Username: Midnight Holographic
Cert of Applicant:
List mutations you dislike: Cyclops, gore, long tongue.
List triggers: Holes, piercings

Prompt 1: 2: Something has caused you to be volunteering for the orphanage for about the last week, and today is the last day you planned on volunteering.
Prompt 2: 4: You take notice of a child at the coloring table and join them in their artistic endeavors.
Prompt 3: 3: You decide for some reason that maybe adoption isn't for you, and you go home empty-handed. But later that evening...

RP Response:

Faye had been working as a general practitioner doctor for quite some time now, and had seen the cycles of illnesses that patients tend to come in with during particular seasons. October was always a worrying month considering the dangers that come with flu season and thought it was important to spread the message of hygiene and cleanliness not just to her patients, but perhaps to the freshlings at the orphanages as well. She applied to volunteer to do a kid friendly workshop on cleanliness where kids could involve themselves with the lesson on how to wash hands properly by learning about germs and how hard it is to wash them off their hands and paws. Each kid was allowed to dip their hands in non toxic finger paint, then was asked to let it dry as the lesson on germs continued. Once their hands were dried they were asked to take turns washing their hands how they would normally do so to see where they has missed the paint. The paint was a representation of the germs and it reminded the freshlings the importance of hygiene in a practical and fun way.

Faye had done these work shops with small groups of different kids for over a week now and today was the last one. She had just finished cleaning up her work station and was walking towards the door of the orphanage to leave when she had spotted in a corner of her eye a playroom full of freshlings. It gave her a fuzzy warm feeling watching the kids hard at play reminding her of her own wishes to have a child. She was about to leave again when a room attendant she recognized had met her eyes. She smiled and waved at Faye having known her from the lesson groups and motioned for her to come inside the play room. Happily Faye joined the room and chatted with the other senior for a time watching the kids play. As Faye scanned the room she noticed a particular freshling over by the art tables by themselves painting. It had reminding Faye of the tubes of paint she still had left over from her lesson. She asked the other senior if she was allowed to donate the materials she had left over from her workshop and was easily given the go ahead to set them down by the art supplies.

Approaching the table to deliver the paints Faye couldn't help but to look over the freshling fixated on their artwork. They were painting what looked to be a charming looking Fennekit with a funny looking pumpkin hat. Or was that hat meant to be in the background of the picture. The freshling soon caught Faye staring and looked up at them while covering their picture defensively. "What are you looking at." The child stuttered.

"I'm sorry." Faye smiled meekly feeling ashamed for having startled the poor kid. "I didn't mean to bother you, but I couldn't help to look at your pretty picture."

"It's not just a picture!" The freshling spoke out defensively and offended in their tone. "It's art."

Faye really didn't now what to say to this smiling wide hoping that somehow smiling would make the situation better. She had to be careful with her words. The freshling obviously took pride in their work and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt their feelings unintentionally. "Yes you're right. It is very lovely artwork. Will you hang it up when it's done?"

The freshling breathed in deep before sighing out. The seemed to have already forgiven her transgressions, but was clearly bothered by something else now. "I wooould if I could finish it. We're all out of green paint and I can't add the final touches without it."

It was sad to see them so down over there lack of paint. Faye perked up as she was reminded again of the paint she had on her person. "Just wait a second, I may have what you need." Rummaging through her briefcase Faye pulled out several tubes of paint, but upon finding the green one the tube looked nearly empty. She couldn't help but to give a disappointed look at the drying cracked paint from the green tube, before another idea came across her mind. "I may be fresh out of green, but if you take this blue paint I have here, and the yellow paint you have out." She mixed two dots of paint together on a spare sheet of blank paper. "They mix together to make green! You can add more blue or more yellow to get the right shade you need." Showing them through example the freshling perked up and gave them a bright smile for the first time before eagerly taking the paints from her hands and trying it for themselves. Again they were right back to work focusing all of their attention to their project. Faye watched for a while and tried talking to them again, but the freshling was clearly too involved with their work to notice her.

She sighed walking away from the child happy that she could help them, but sad she felt like they couldn't connect with each other after that. She left the orphanage not before saying goodbye to the familiar face of the attendant and went home alone that night to her familiars. Faye couldn't get the thoughts of the orphanage out of her head. Maybe adopting just wasn't for her right now she thought. Adopting a child would be a challenge, just look at how easily she had messed things up with the familiar from before by not being careful with her words. She need a distraction, and work was easily the best one. Faye swayed tiredly into the kitchen for a coffee and once again with her batteries charged from sweet sweet caffeine she sat at her computer desk to check her work email one last time for the day. To her surprise a message from the orphanage came up. It was the attendant that she had spoke with earlier. They were really impressed with how she talked to the child in the playroom. From what she had mentioned they didn't get along easily with others and had trouble making friends with the other kids or connecting with the staff or the other visiting adopters. Apparently somehow she had left a lasting impression on them and they had left me the painting they were working so hard one before at the orphanage office. They asked if I wanted to come back and pick it up. Surprised and suddenly emotional Faye let out a happy few tears. She would definitely stop in tomorrow to pick it up and hopefully see the child again to thank them for the beautiful artwork.

I absolutely accept omg ;A; <33333333333

I Accept! *floofs my fluffy butterfly

I'm super sorry about this but I have to decline due to an unexpected pus look a like trigger. Thank you for the opportunity though! I truly do feel honored in having my entry chosen and I hope they find a good home. QQ

I accept!! <333