This ain't no carnival ride... or is it?

Orin Takekuro · 08-26-2011, 02:50 AM

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Date: 25 August

Setting: Begins at home in the Treetop Terrace. Later they'll travel to Paradise Pier. Territory and Map

Time: Begins at sunrise.

Character Form: Optime

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Okay guys, this is for the family outing to Paradise Pier. I'm counting on the girls RPers to think up whatever Orin “taught” them. Whatever order you post in, we'll stick with for the thread.

Twenty-two... or was it twenty-three?... that was how long Orin and her girls had been back in d'Arte – approximately. When the mother first brought her daughters to meet their father she didn't know what was going to happen in their future, and she certainly didn't know that they would rejoin her old pack and try to pick up where Orin had left off, but that is exactly what happened. Despite the suddenness of the arrangement, things were going quite well. The girls didn't have any complaints about living in Cercatori, they loved their father, and they approved of the home they moved in to in the sky-scraping village Shawchert built in the trees while they were absent. Even the reunion between Orin and Shawchert hadn't been as difficult as she once thought it would be.

Of course, it wasn't without a few bumps in the road either. Living in the canopy with puppies was stressful. An unmated pair trying to raise two rambunctious daughters was a challenge. And two rambunctious daughters living with an overprotective, worrisome mother wasn't ideal either. It was all cause for relief, and brand new stresses. They had to get out.

Orin felt bad for coming down on her daughters so much lately. They were starting to crave some independence and she couldn't accept that. She was close to trusting the girls with the stories of their family's past, hoping that they were old enough to take away the right lessons from the tragedy, but she was working on finding her own ways of telling them about it all. She knew she had snapped at Shawchert far too many times to count, and he deserved a vacation just as much as the girls, and she knew just the place.

So, like any good baby-momma would do on a Friday morning, Orin pounded on Shawchert's door at the crack of dawn. “Okay girls,” she whispered conspiratorially to the two excited - but still somewhat groggy - pups at her feet. “As soon as he opens the door, just like I taught you...”

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