Bright Star Children's Home (Open, Just For Fun)
By
Arashi,
Posted on: 2006-08-30 09:10 in Roleplaying
Essex sighed.
"How many times have I told you..." she gently scolded, "...not to claw the furniture?"
The android stood, lifting the child she had been scolding away from a mostly-shredded pillow. "Rosie, I only have so many of these, you know." she chided. The little girl had fluffy black hair and white bangs, two puppy ears perking out of her hair. She pouted up at Essex with large, orange eyes, an oversized canine fang visible from her frown.
"I'll do what I wanna." she grumbled as Essex set her down on the floor to play. The android shook her head, brushing her long, fluffy blonde pigtails behind her shoulders. The caretaker looked a mere 16 years of age, though she always felt as though she should be younger. Whenever she thought of her days before Bright Star, however, her memory was fuzzy, and she always dismissed it after a few minutes.
Rosalind began to chew on a large rubber newspaper with a satisfying squeak before the doorbell rang. Looking at the door, she regarded Essex with a glare. "Someone's at the DOOR!" she yelled, rather louder than necessary.
"I know, I know." Essex said with a smile. Moving to the large wooden door at the front of the house, she regarded the newcomers with a welcoming nod.
"Welcome to Bright Star." she said cheerfully. "What can I do for you?"
She was faced...by a Malta Titan, holding a tiny, scowling girl in its huge mitts.
"Uhhh..." the Titan's voice boomed, "My name's Ultraviolet. This is my daughter Nessie. I'd like to enroll her here until the end of my duty cycle. I'm on call 11 months out of the year, ya know, and I can't really keep track of a kid..."
"Of course." Essex said, taking the little girl into her arms. "I'll just need you to fill out some paperwork. ...Why don't I bring it outside?"
Stepping into the living room, she set Nessie down next to Rosie. "Now, play nice." she admonished as she went back to the door with a packet to fill out for the huge Titan.
Rosalind eyed the newcomer skeptically. She had big thick glasses and long hair tied back in a braid. Her left arm was a large, blocky robot claw.
Great. she thought. A nerd.
Japancakes.
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Lili tossed her wild profusion of shockingly red minibraids over her shoulder, a look of exasperation shooting across her sharp-featured, long-nosed face. Her stupid hair was always making her drop! She really wanted to cut it all off, but she figured she'd probably get in trouble if she just swiped some scissors and had at it. She bent over to pick up the dropped balls.
Straightening, she began the 5-ball weave anew. Only a modest challenge for most serious jugglers, but she was only six, after all! Still, she was a carnie, and it's not like she hadn't been juggling forever...since she was four. For ever! Her eyes danced in delight as the weave took shape, established its rhythm.
The booming, mechanically-tinged voice rang out. Balls hit the floor.
"*****!" she groused, but was too curious to be truly irritated at the disrtaction. What could possibly have such a voice? She scampered towards the front room to see what the fuss was about.
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((OOC)) Lili is Festival (Lili duValle), my "kinetic Carnie" and Ring Mistress of the Carnival of Light SG on Triumph. She is born to a family whose carnie heritage reaches back to the <i>troubadors</i> of medieval France.
This is a delightful idea! 
"And in this moment, I will not run.
It is my place to stand.
We few shall carry hope
Within our bloodied hands."
The doorbell rang, and the door opened of its own accord.
Sitting on the porch were three baby boys, one with a toy gas mask around its neck, and engulfed in green smoke. . . one in lurid purple clothing with burrs stuck to it, wearing a napkin around its eyes . . . and one in a blue towel, with oversized glasses on its head.
"Gweetings, Pwiestess," said the last, toddling inside. "We not of any impowtance."
"I strongest evew, 'cause I not exist!" laughed the purple child, floating inside, and tossing a burr at the green one.
The green one cried, and crawled inside, where it curled up and looked miserable.
The child in the blue "robe" spoke up in an official tone.
"I Moonscwibe. This Schizo. . . Schizo, ah, phweneez. Schizophweneez." He was pointing at the purple child.
"And this Hallucygen. We no importance." He tried to bow, and fell over.
An elder gentleman dressed in his best, if somewhat threadbare, twill suit shuffled up to the door of the Bright Star Academy. He had a somewhat stooped posture, his back bent by the weight of his years. With him was a tiny robot, following along behind him like a faithful puppy. He knocked politely on the door.
At that moment the sky flared with light and smoke, and the distinct sound of screeching brakes. When the smoke cleared a spaceship was hovering about ten meters off the ground. A woman who appeared half insect and half human, clad in cut-off shorts and a tank top, jumped from the cockpit to the ground, muscling in front of the kindly old man.
"One side, gramps," she growled, mashing the doorbell furiously. She had a large rock tucked under one arm.
The door came open and the insect woman pushed her way inside past Essex and a Malta Titan who was filling out paperwork.
"This is a nursery, right?" she asserted, "Here's a smeggin baby." She tossed the rock at Essex.
"Ain't a baby!" the little boulder protested, flailing tiny arms and legs helplessly as it sailed through the air.
"Shaddap!" the insect woman ordered, "Yer a baby till I say you ain't!"
She turned around and practically dashed out of the entry way. She leapt up to her spaceship, which sqealed away in a spectacular display of lights and sound.
"Oh my," the elder gentleman remarked.
"Oh my," the tiny robot mimiced.
"Please, come inside," Essex invited. "I'm very sorry about that."
"Not at all, my dear," he said as he entered, politely removing his hat. The little robot followed half a step behind him. "My name is Julius Hermes, and this little one is my Helper," he introduced the little robot with a good-natured pat on the head. "Well, he's not much of a helper yet, but he will be someday. You see, the idea came to me back in aught five when I was working on a way to use hydro-power -- that's the strength of water, by the way. Hydo-power. -- Well, I was working on a way to use the hydro-power to...."
The old man droned on for what seemed like hours, his mind wandering as he did, but he just kept on talking.
"....and that's when it occured to me that the answer I was looking for was no further away than the average domestic goat. Unfortunately, these days most people don't keep goats anymore, what with urbanization being what it is. That's when the Artie and Sinclair and Rosen -- I told you about them earlier if you recall -- They told me that the little robot was getting in the way in the lab, being so small and all he just couldn't help from getting under-foot. So I agreed to send him to a nursery until I could build a bigger body for him. I don't think he'd be very much bother, he mostly just reads whatever he can get his tiny little hands on."
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((BTW, Essex, I really like this idea and I'm excited to be involved in a project from the beginning like this one...good to be RP'ing with you again. I look forward to getting to know everyone else! ))
((Woo! Welcome, everyone!))
"Oh -...oh - ....Oh, golly!" Essex murmured, her eyes widening as she suddenly found herself dodging three young boys, juggling a multilimbed rock, and being regaled by a senior citizen nearly simultaneously. Handing some paperwork to Professor Hermes, she gave him a hurried smile. "Just one second, sir." she said, looking apologetic. Glancing over her shoulder, she called for the two kids she knew would be nearby...
"Rosie! Lili! Come and meet our new friends!"
Helper seemed to be content to stay next to Professor Hermes, so she let him be. The stone-child, she brought into the living room, as the three near her feet looked like handfuls.
"Rosie, why don't you introduce yourself to Nessie and this one? I'll be in in just a moment."
"Aww." the were-human scowled. Folding her arms, she peered at the two of them, her oversized canines apparent.
"Ah'm Rosie." she said with a slight southern drawl. "Ah run this joint, see? That's Miss Essex."
Essex, in the meantime, sighed as she looked at the young Moonscribe, Hallucinogen, and Schizophrenias. These three looked a little younger than the ones she was accustomed to taking in, but she wouldn't turn them away.
"I can carry two of you..." she said gently, "But the third will have to ride piggyback. Is that all right?" With that, she knelt down, scooping up Moonscribe and Hal, and turning her back to Schizo, glancing back over her shoulder.
"Why don't you grab on?" she asked pleasantly. "Then we'll take you all into the front room to meet everyone."
She barely had time to see Adam approaching the house. Where in the world was Archlich?
Japancakes.
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((I suppose Ella could work here, but who could tell the difference))
HaloInc
Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly
Schizo grabbed gleefully onto Essex's back, grinning.
Hal stopped crying as soon as Essex picked him up, and rubbed his head affectionately against her shoulder.
Moonscribe, meanwhile, had taken out a piece of paper, and was doodling on it happily.
"I wan my bots!" wailed a child from upstairs.
"I told you I'll give them back when you tell me where my hand is!" Archlich's raspy voice echoed down afterward.
"I didn take it! Ghoul took it!"
"Bah! Where is that indestructible little nuscience anyway?"
"Big toy!" shouted a grey skinned toddler as he toddled toward the Maltan Titan. "Me wanna play with big toy!"
"Big toy?" Archlich mimed as he stuck his head out from around the corner, able to peer down the padded stairs, past the not-so-child-proof extendable gate, and right at baby Ghoul rushing the Titan with both stubby arms out to grab it. The lich's eyes widened and he nearly tripped over himself dashing down the stairs and jumping in front of Ghoul, his armor tearing up bits of the carpet.
"Don't. Touch. The big toy," Archlich wheezed as he picked Ghoul up in one hand. "Now go play with the others."
Ghoul pouted but eventually wandered over to Rosie and the new girl, giving her mechanical arm a swift poke.
"Bots!" came from upstairs.
Archlich groaned and sat up, looking at the stump of his right hand.
"Essex, see if you can persuade that ever-lovable metal mite to give me my hand back," he sighed. "I swear, if I could blow this place to smithereens without breaking all laws of physics, magic, and causuality, I would have done so long ago."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"Of course, dear," Professor Hermes said absently as he slipped on his reading glasses. He scanned down the forms as he tucked a hand into his jacket, searching out his pen.
"Name of the Child. Age of the Child," he murmured to himself. "Contact Information -- Daytime Telephone Number."
He turned to Ultraviolet, seemingly unconcerned that he was bending the ear of a Malta Titan, and unaware of the scene with the rambunctious child and Archlich. "You know, I knew Alexander Bell. The man was a fraud and an inveterate liar. He never invented anything! Why, did you know that there was a completely different man who invented the telephone? Yes, it's true. Unvelievable, I know. But I tell you that Grahm -- we all called him Grahm because there were two different men called Alex at our social club, the other being Alexei Kupyeiovitch or some such nonsense I could never pronounce. We called that one "Cooper," and the other one Grahm, you see.
"Well, Grahm got into a scuffle with another man who -actually- invented the telephone and stole the design and rushed over to the patent office. The other man, whose name escapes me at the moment, well he thought he forgot the schemata and rushed back to his home to procure another copy he had, but by the time he got back to the patent office, well, he discovered that Grahm had "invented" the same thing only a few hours eariler. Shameful really."
The old man went back to his paperwork as if nothing had been said.
Meanwhile, with the rest of the tykes...
"Aww." the were-human scowled. Folding her arms, she peered at the two of them, her oversized canines apparent.
"Ah'm Rosie." she said with a slight southern drawl. "Ah run this joint, see? That's Miss Essex."
"Esick..." the little rock boy tried to repeat as he attempted to stand. his legs were very short and his body was very round, but if he was careful he could actually stand and walk around a bit. Mostly he just rolled himself place to place.
"I'm Kreigg!" he said, thumping on his little chest.
A child in seemingly plastic red armour walked through the door as if he owned the place. Or, more accurately, he would have, if he wasn't deep in a book called 'Food of the Gods'.
"Ugh... If you have a formula that grows anything to immense heights, don't put it on something that animals can eat... Stupid people..." he muttered in a childish voice, before looking up. "Uhm... Hello? I heard that this was a children's home, and Harvard won't let me stay in the dorms. They say I embaress the other students."
His obviously british accent mixed with his childing demeanor seemed amazingly out of place, as well as his blonde hair in his left eye, and his shining blue right eye completely obvious.
Two others had come over to the building where the day care was located, lifting their eyes up and down the side. One was a woman, with light blue skin and white hair that extended down to her rear, long, pointed ears extending outwards. She was wearing a black-and-white full-body poncho, covering her entire form down to her feet, and had a deep cut on her right cheek, having healed into a dark blue scab. The male looked exactly like a sheriff out of a wild west film, with a brown flat-brimmed cowboy hat, black rawhide vest and, red bandanna, bronzed face, and white, feral stubble all around his mouth. In his arms was a small child, also with light blue skin, like the woman, and with pointed ears, though nowhere near as long as the woman's. Her hair was a much lighter blue, near-white, but with a blue tone to it. She had three deep scars gouged across her left eye, and a black eyepatch loosely fitted across her right--her hair swept forward into a Shy hairstyle, covering most of her eyepatch. She was dressed in a brown sleeveless jacket with a black t-shirt underneath, with a picture of a cow skull on it with the words "LUCA TURILLI" etched above it and a cactus sketched on either side. A brown skirt flowed across her legs down to her knees, and she wore cowboy boots on her feet. She was lying in his arms quietly, eyes closed, sleeping, thumb planted firmly into her mouth.
With how patched, worn, and dirty all of their clothes looked, as well as with how tired they all seemed, it was safe to guess that they were not a privelidged family.
The male tapped the ground with the heel of his own cowboy boots, letting off a forlorn sigh. "Efimia...I don't know about this."
The woman, Efimia, let off a sad smile, putting her hand onto his shoulder. "...Ramone. This is for the best. We...can't take care of her. We're not able to...we need to leave her in hands of who can."
Ramone looked over at Efimia's beautiful face. She was trying to be brave--but she was suffering. He knew it.
They were giving up their only child...one that they loved so much, and so dearly. They couldn't take care of her.
They were failures as parents.
She's the mother of this beautiful girl...she gave birth to it. She carried it for nine months and dealt with the pain of expelling it out of her. Ramone tilted his head down and pressed his lips against her hands, and Efimia turned away, trying to hide the tears welling in her eyes.
...And, because of that, she's hurting more than I am. But...if she's brave enough to deal with it, I can be, too. I'm Hawk-Eye Ramone Rage, the roughest sheriff Luca Turilli ever knew of. Nothing can stop me...not even...not even...losing Virelai.
The doorbell rang once again.
((ANGST. Don't worry, it's only going to be from the parents, Virelai isn't much for emo-ing))
Essex smiled gratefully at Archlich as he came down the stairs. "Of course, sir." she said, and then nodded towards the door. "Would you take care of the newcomers for me then in the meantime? I -...Ooh!"
Suddenly her head jerked back as Schizophrenias gripped her pigtails like a pair of reins. The android stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before her patient smile returned to her face. "Careful there..." she said pleasantly. "You'll lose your grip if you're not careful."
Her arms full of Hal and Moonscribe, she began up the stairs, smiling at little Ghoul as he tromped past her into the front room.
"Toy!" she called out. "What are you doing up here? All the excitement's downstairs, you know..."
Rosalind, in the meantime, eyed Kreigg. "What 'zactly are ya?" she asked, blinking inquisitively at Kreigg. "Oh well. Don't matter. Stick with me an' you'll be boss of this place in no time!"
Nessie looked blankly at Ghoul as he poked her mechanical arm. He couldn't see her eyes from behind her glasses, but her mouth was in a neutral semi-scowl. It wasn't an actual frown, but it was the face of a girl who frowned a lot.
Japancakes.
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Ghoul stuck his head closer to Nessie and squinted in an attempt to see through her glasses. However, he forgot about this when he heard Rosie's declaration.
"Rosie not boss!" he said, hopping up and down angrily. "Ghoul is boss! Ghoul kick butt!"
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"Got bots!" Toy Dispenser called out happily from the top of the stairs.
The multi-colored mastermind was now more of a techni-colored mastermind, looking like he had stepped out of an old Bugs Bunny cartoon. A smiley face was currently being displayed on his blast visor as he pointed at the six large action figures that lay at his feet.
Flopping down, Toy started cranking a wheel on the back of the Mini Bot toy, his face changing to a squinty eyed smiley of concentration.
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"Yes yes, I'm coming," Archlich irritably told the door as the doorbell rang again. "Why did everyone have to pick today of all days to show up. I was getting so close to nailing down that one incantation and-"
Archlich pulled open the door with his left hand and looked at the two parents, the blue pinpricks of light that served as his eyes focusing on the child in the man's arms.
"-Welcome to Bright Star Children's Home. We do babysitting, boarding, and orphanage duty. I am Archlich, the junior councilor of this establishment," he said and then gestured inside.
"Come inside, hand me the child, fill out the forms behind the man and the Titan, introduce the child, and then go back to doing whatever you were going to do," Archlich said in one breath before waving his stub. "I don't have much time until the children find my hand and do something with it that I'll regret, so the faster this happens, the better."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Something hit the door with a thump right as it closed. Opening it would reveal five boys:
One was holding an old-style coke glass bottle with 'XXX' duct taped over it. Another was blowing bubbles through a plastic pipe.
The third of the three...human..boys was holding two popguns and firing them in the air quickly
And then there were two Trolls.
One, the one who had hit his head, was on his back crying while his brother laughed heartily at his misfortune.
The popgunner held a note.
"Bi the ordur of me and curtis and marcus and thees two funny green guys you hafta take car of us now!"
"Hey, Hallucygen!" Schizophrenias yelled from Essex's back, tossing a bur at the green, smoky child. "You suck!"
Hallucinogen cried again.
"Dere, dere, Phawaoh," said Moonscribe. "Look, I dwaw a picshure of ancient Egypshun hiwogliphs."
"Be quiet!" Rosie snarled, folding her arms. "You wanna wrestle!?" She stomped one foot petulantly, glaring ferociously at Ghoul.
Nessie, in the meantime, noted Expiriment's book. Standing up, she edged over to the red-armored boy, quietly peering over his shoulder.
"Come on downstairs, Toy!" Essex called cheerfully. "And please bring Archlich's arm down with you, okay? He needs it, you know!"
Continuing on into the main room, she set Moonscribe down near a corner with a few electronic toys - one of which was one of those small panels with keys on it that said the letter aloud when the key was pressed. Carefully letting Schizo down, she kept Hal in her arms - afraid he would cry again if she put him down - as she hurried to help Archlich at the door.
"...And I am Essex." the android girl said pleasantly to the parents. "Please, come in and sit down. I apologize for the mess, it's just gotten quite busy right now."
Japancakes.
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*DING DONG!* The doorbell rang.
Standing outside was a man of middle height who was dressed in baggy pants and an elaborate martial arts robe. His exposed arms were shiny and black, overlaid with red circuit patters. A large black coolie hat obscured his face, which was competely covered by goggles and a breather mask. A katana was set in its sheath and strapped to his belt.
He was a rather famous hero in Paragon City, the one known as the Iron Samurai. At his feet were four small children.
The two oldest ones, Anna and Kathode, were rolling around on the ground in yet another fight. Kathode had a grip on one of Anna's horns while Anna was using both hands to twist Kathode's tail.
The other two were being docile at the moment. Cobalt had bright green hair tied into pigtails, a cybernetic left hand and right eye, and was busily manipulating the red hair of Naga into a style matching her own. The little lizard-child was not showing any signs of objecting as she sat on the ground and looked around with her large, copper-colored eyes.
The samurai waited patiently at the door with his charges.
Two women walked up to the door, one carrying a red-headed young girl who was catching a ball of yarn and casting longing looks at the bag on the woman's shoulder.
The other jut looked harried as she shuffled papers through her hands, no child of any sort in sight.
"Pardon meh, lass. Might I be able ta drop off little Anibelle here? She's a... well... diciplined girl." Michelle Locke hedged as she set the child down and gave her the bag. Ani immediately dove in and surfaced with a dark blue cloak that was wrapped on her shoulders before she strode into the room. "Umm... one quick word 'o advice though? Watch yer feet, she likes ta string traps... ye might also wanna move any mechanical devices outta her reach too."
Linda Miller waited until Michelle had finished before handing the paper to the first one available, Archlich as it happened to be. "Here's the paperwork I was told to fill out for my daughter," She looked up into the sky and sighed, "Stell! Get down here and into the building!"
A puffball of white energy flicked through the overhang and hovered in fron of Archlich. "You're funny lookin'" A bright girlish voice emited from the ball before it dove through him and into the others. With a pop, it reveiled a young, blonde haired girl with thick glasses and a burgundy suit that was a size too big for her.
Pinnacle
Heroes
When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
((ok, so can we like write it so that our character was sent to this alternate dimension by a villlain? just asking.))
Essex would notice a burn mark on the lawn. Suddenly the burn mark floated upward into the sky. "Wehhehehe..." the young Radeator was blasting his way through the lawn.
Meanwhile a tan armored boy was chasing a boy with a visor on his head and a small labcoat on. "Heehe... ZAP ZAP!" The armored boy was shocking the other boy with ihs electric armor. The boy being chased was none other than.....
"Henchmen, anihalate him..."
Suddenly several boys with water guns ran out and sprayed static, causing his armor to short circuti.
"Kaos causers, good work!"
((Hey, Arashi. Nice to see you again))
Ramone and Efimia quickly stepped inside, nodding in weary gratitude at both of them. They moved very quickly despite their distress, signing all of the papers in record time...the papers seemed to be...quite long, detailing a numerous amount of problems, quirks, and kinks that the child had, medical, power-related, and otherwise. The numerous bottles of pills that they left on the counter marked "Virelai" only seemed to accent this. They silently handed all the papers to Essex, Efimia speaking quietly. "This is Virelai Meliah Rage. She's a good...quiet girl, if not a little aggressive. I'm sure you'll have very few problems dealing with her."
Ramone laid the little four-year-old down on the couch, staring at the sleeping child one last time. He lowered his rough hands and stroked the dreaming girl's cheek with one finger, lifting up his other hand to take his worn, ragged hat off of his head and then laying it down on the girl's face. He reached into his holster and pulled out a bright grey toy, plastic revolver with an oversized barrel magazine, laying it down into her arms...where she instinctively put her free hand around it protectively, her other hand busy with her thumb getting sucked in her sleep.
"...Thank you." Was the only thing said further, from Efimia.
With only that, Ramone put his arm around Efimia's shoulder, and the two walked out the door, closing it behind them.
"D!" said the electronic toy cheerfully, as Moonscribe pressed the keys. "J! E! H! U! T! Y!"
Abruptly, a miniature storm cloud appeared over Moonscribe's head and began raining on him. Moonscribe laughed and clapped his hands as the rain soaked his towel.
Schizo, meanwhile, had floated over to Rosalind.
"You suck!" he cackled, and spit up all over her.
Hal had fallen asleep in Essex's arms.
Essex nodded to the couple as they exited, her face sympathetic.
It was something she saw all too often.
At the arrival of MANY more people at the door, she allowed herself a small sigh...but then smiled brightly.
"Please, everyone, come on in." she said quietly, holding the sleeping Hal close so as to keep him comfortable. "We'll have paperwork for all the adults, and I think it would be good to have some snacks for you kids."
With that, she herded the crowd of kids and adults inside, where they all had to stumble past the HUGE Titan. The Titan eyed them all as they went by with a grinding, unsure nod. He was still listening to Professor Hermes, but it had gotten crowded awfully quickly.
"Uh..." Ultraviolet intoned. "Maybe I should get going." With that, the Titan clomped out the door, taking a quick look at the three boys who had just entered before leaving. Children made him nervous.
Rosalind, in the meantime, had her own problem as her eyes widened and she let out a piercing shriek.
"MISS ESSEEEEEEEEEEEXXX!!" she wailed, plopping onto the ground and promptly beginning to cry at Schizo's spit-up assault.
Nessie had moved, though, and was now silently looking out the window after the retreating Titan.
Japancakes.
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OOC: After a lot of discussion, it's finally up. The Bright Star Children's Home, where tomorrow's heroes and villains and the children of today's metahumanoids can be nurtured and raised in a loving environment.
Born out of comedic discussion and a collective nostalgia of the show Muppet Babies, this thread is a chance to play your favorite character as...a child. Come on now, you've all thought about it.
There are a couple rules I will set forth:
1. Bright Star is on neutral grounds. Both heroic and villainous children are welcome, in addition to children of heroes and villains. They will have to learn to deal with each other someday, might as well start now in a safe and nurturing environment.
2. Character continuity is not an issue. This thread exists outside of timelines, like an alternate timestream. If it really bothers you that much, make it a dream sequence. As it says in the title, this is just for fun.
3. You are allowed to have as many childified characters as you like. This is an opportunity for you to take your favorite characters and play them as kids. Now I don't wanna hear fussyness like, "But my character was a piece of paper as a baby!" "I'm undead, how does that work?" "YOU DON'T KNOW ME!". Like I said, this is just for fun. Take your character AS THEY ARE, make them a kid. We're looking in the 4-6 year age group. Now, if can't possibly conceive of any of your characters (or one that you really want to play) as a kid, please discuss it with myself or Khel, as we are the GMs. :P
4. Since this is a seperate timeline/dimension/whatever, you can have a reason for being here...or not. Since it's just for fun, it doesn't really matter. As far as relationships go, you can choose whether or not you know the other kids - but the events of other threads will not have affected you. A possible way to circumvent this is to make them into 'playground equivalents.'
Example: Reikoff and the Malta engage in a full-scale war with Acid and his robots in Final Fight.
Bright Star version: Reikoff and Acid live next door to each other, and both of them are still holding grudges over a large snow-fort war that spanned the entirety of last winter.
Fun stuff like that.
5. Don't kill anyone. *facepalm* This thread is just for fun. It's not meant to be serious, it's meant to get out some of the goofiness that we accumulate between angst-bombing other threads. Though maybe that's just me. :3
6. I'm sorry, uberkids, but the house caretakers are stronger than you. You won't be able to pwn them.
7. HAVE FUN. That's the entire point. :P
I will be making an introduction post below. I'd be happy to address any questions, but please don't post anything in character until I post the intro.
Thanks!
Japancakes.
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