The Park, Late Sunday Morning

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Ronon had made two promises for today that sort of didn't go together, but he was gonna make it work or make Sheppard learn to deal.

"Hmm, this will do," Mary Sue informed her father, smoothing the bow in her hair. "At least it's not dark and sandy like that terrible basement place."

Great, he had the semi-approval of his fake kid, Ronon could die happy.

As far as tea parties went, it was almost nice. Ronon had messaged his detention victim to bring the tea and he'd set up some kid-sized tables and chairs next to the playground in the park. It was his attempt to guarantee Mary Sue stopped earning cash off her mom and throwing fits about doing his hair.

If it rained and he was stuck indoors with this kid all day, Ronon was going to have his own fit.

[Open Tea Party and Playground are open!]

Turtle & Canary, Sunday April 12

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It had not escaped G'Kar's notice that children seemed to have taken over the island once more. And since it appeared that none of the usual residents had de-aged, he assumed it meant that the kids of those same residents had returned.

Which meant he'd probably run into his daughter soon enough.

And how convient it was that the store was filled with an abundance of candy.

SALE!!! 50% Off all Easter Candy!
Free chocolate bunny for anyone under the age of 15!

Was that a bribe? No, of course not. It was sensible marketing. Just because children had a way of dragging their parents into stores and restaurants for the free goodies McDsfreetoys*cough* didn't mean it was wrong.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Cotton Candy, Grape Judas, Bubblegum

Things Reborn, Sunday

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

Having listened to radio last night, Ben was prepared with an Unexpected Child Invasion Protocol. He had worked out this plan after the last time people turned into children. Breakable things were moved off of lower shelves, a layer of long-lasting webbing was used like a layer of glue to adhere all of the displays to the ground so nothing could get knocked over, games and toys were moved to the front of the store with plenty of room to play in case the kids went nuts, and, most of all, he kept his backpack with Spidey gear locked up in the back. He didn't need a curious kid finding that and webbing themselves to something.

And just in case anything got out of control, Ben was ready with nine magic words: "There's a pet shop next door. They have puppies." And if that didn't work, he could list pretty much any animal he could think of aside from monkeys.

[OOC: Running out shortly for some errands. I should be around most of the afternoon and all of the evening.]

Cafe Fina, Sunday

[peace_n_war]

It wasn't that Warren didn't like children. Honest. It was more that Warren was absolutely thrilled that he hadn't wound up with any of his own.

With that in mind, he instructed the placemats (and their wee little napkin offspring) to keep an eye on business today, and if anyone needed him, he was going to be over here, far away from the adorable devilspawn. It was Easter. He was allowed to hide.

Today's Specials:
Turkey Dinner!
Ham Dinner!
Easter Eggs for the Kids!
Grey Stuff!

The dishes insisted that the last item menu went very good with any other dish, today.

Warren, still bent on hiding from the sproglings, wasn't going to argue.

[Flying OCD-free! Pings may be slow, I'm dealing with a rugrat invasion of my own over here in real life.]

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

"Okay, squirts, now pay close attention, 'cause I'm only gonna show you this once."

Two pairs of eyes watched Reno very intently.

"First, you gotta put the bowlin' ball up against the wall. Right here. See where the bunny ear shape is, all punched out in bullet holes?"

Both children nodded. Bunny!

"Okay. And now, someone's gotta stand on the ball! I'll do it, 'cause I don't want neither of you gettin' hurt, yo."

The kids? They had no problems with that at all.

"Alright, you each got your darts?"

They did! It kind of sucked that Reno didn't trust them with guns so that they could add to the bullet holes, but he had insisted that the darts would build character. Or something.

"Let 'em fly!"

There was no way this could end poorly. Really.

The Freelance Police HQ was open, OCD-free, and nothing was really out of the ordinary for this place except possibly the head-count.

The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

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Mina was not particularly fond of children. She treated youth as a poison which addled ones cognitive function and sense of responsibility.

She was quite grateful to not have had a single ragamuffin appear on her doorstep this weekend. However, she could only spend so much time cooped up in her apartment, and that led her to goign for a cup of coffee, in order to calm her cabin fever.

She stayed sitting at the Perk, coffee cup cradled in her hands, mainly as she hoped such a place would be a refuge from all the tots and tykes.

[ooc: Open, especially for tots and tykes. Heheheh.]

Wonka's Sweet Shoppe, Sunday Afternoon

[thatsamilkshake]

Was getting Brownie and Artie hyped up on sugar the most intelligent thing Francine could do? No, probably not. But it was Easter. Much like re-using Prom dresses, there was a law about Easter baskets. They had to exist, and they had to have chocolate, jellybeans, and some form of stuffed animal at minimum.

...Besides, it might tire them out a little bit, and it would keep Brownie out of the common room kitchen, God help them all.

This was a plan that had absolutely no opportunity for complete disaster, right?

"I want the brown bunny!"

Right.

[OOC: for... anybody who wants to get their kids hyped up on sugar, really, but especially members of the extended family.]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

"Is it ready?" Jolee asked. Tino nodded.

The TV in the back room was showing cartoons. There were juice boxes back there. The adorable droid was nowhere to be seen.

Caritas was ready for any kids who might show up.

[OOC: I'm around.]