011 // [video] {count to ten and you're already gone} (job post)
[Some cute little alien child has the guide in their mouth. They throw it across the floor into a nice castle of blocks. It slides and comes to a stop right at Rydia's booted toe.
She's in black today and for good reason: she's working in a day care. So far she's got mustard everywhere, something that looks like dried juice staining her collarbone, and chocolate on her cheek. Her hair is a mess, there's an amoeba child sucking on a lock of her hair, a slothish looking thing in a diaper attached to her leg, and some variation of an octopus infant in her arms. Its tentecles are wrapped firmly around her wrist and its sucking on her fingers like no tomorrow.
You'd think she'd be pissed, but no. She actually looks quite happy. Not in an evil way either; a genuine happiness. You can see it on her face.]
All right you precious creatures, time for a nap.
[One Sleep spell later and it's quiet as a cemetary in the room. The kids are all scattered about on the floor passed out. Rydia doesn't even bother removing the other kids from her person, so the sloth is still attached to her leg and the amoeba is slumped over in her hair. She picks up the guide and puts it in her lap as she settles down in a rocking chair. She cradles the squid infant, making a content little noise.]
I love children.
[That's not sarcasm.]
She's in black today and for good reason: she's working in a day care. So far she's got mustard everywhere, something that looks like dried juice staining her collarbone, and chocolate on her cheek. Her hair is a mess, there's an amoeba child sucking on a lock of her hair, a slothish looking thing in a diaper attached to her leg, and some variation of an octopus infant in her arms. Its tentecles are wrapped firmly around her wrist and its sucking on her fingers like no tomorrow.
You'd think she'd be pissed, but no. She actually looks quite happy. Not in an evil way either; a genuine happiness. You can see it on her face.]
All right you precious creatures, time for a nap.
[One Sleep spell later and it's quiet as a cemetary in the room. The kids are all scattered about on the floor passed out. Rydia doesn't even bother removing the other kids from her person, so the sloth is still attached to her leg and the amoeba is slumped over in her hair. She picks up the guide and puts it in her lap as she settles down in a rocking chair. She cradles the squid infant, making a content little noise.]
I love children.
[That's not sarcasm.]