A series of unfortunate adoptions

[hungryanhorny]

  - Post with your characters, canon, all that stuff.

- Your poster is now an ADOPTER

- Whoever responds to you is now your child. (Only legally.) Their age doesn't matter. Someone has decided they can not raise themselves, and has taken the matter out of their hands.

-Have fun. (Don't profit.)


Optional options (loosely based upon a Series of Unfortunate Events)

1. Your adopter is EVIL. I mean, seriously evil. Like, wants to kill you for your stuff evil. D:

2. You are now living among snakes. And lizards. And other reptiles. (Here's hoping you're not squeemish.)

3. Your adopter worries about EVERYTHING. Like, seriously. Touch foot in a bit of mud? They're convinced you'll die within the week. (Better not break anything.)

4. You have been reduced to slave labor. :( Too bad. So sad. Try not to get killed by work hazards?

5. Parents? What parents? Someone had the bright idea to send you to BOARDING SCHOOL. The original poster is your teacher. (Are they strict? Fun? What?)

6. Unfortunately, it's not just that you can't take care of yourself; you're unhealthy; mentally unstable. You've been sent to the mental wards - and the first poster's not your parent (though you might think they are.) They're your doctor.

7. Circus folks. That's right. Your parent? Joined the circus. And apparently? They took you with them. Have fun with that.

8., Soooooo... know that fun vacation you were going to have? It didn't work out. You're stranded on a desert island. But there's food; there's beaches; and hey! Your new parent survived too!

Comments

[parties_are_fun]

[But how are you with ponies? Your new daughter has made you your favorite flavor of cupcakes!

Oh, and the kitchen may or may not be covered in glitter (party cannon mishap) and... where did she get all those balloons? In the microwave, too?]

[retrieverchef]

[Eliot's jaw drops as he walks into his kitchen. Cupcakes, balloons, and glitter?! Where did all that come from? And why is there a pony in his kitchen? More importantly, why is said pony pink?!]

What the -- What is going on?

[parties_are_fun]

Morning, new Dad! Or maybe I should call you my other dad? My real one's still alive, but they sent me here for some reason!

[She practically bounces over to him, balancing a sweet treat on her impossibly poofy mane.]

My name's Pinkie Pie!

[retrieverchef]

[What the hell?! He knows what to do with ponies and how to handle children, but what the hell is he supposed to do with a child in pony form?!]

How much sugar have you had already this morning? [He takes the cake from her and raises an eyebrow.] And what happened to you? Screw that. Is this real or am I still dreaming?

[parties_are_fun]

Lots, like I do every morning, duh!

[In other words, there was a brand new bag of sugar. Emphasis on was.]

And of course this is real, what else could it be, silly? What, have you never seen a pony before?

[retrieverchef]

[Eliot groans as he sees the remains of the sugar on the counter. So now he had a hyperactive pony in his kitchen.]

Oh, I've seen ponies before, but they weren't pink and they didn't talk.