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Ickle Meatships!

Hopefully no one sues me for semi-stealing the SLEEP meme format but!

ICKLE!

Think about or think back on the childhood days/younger days of your character (or your character now if they already are kids). There's a huge playroom with a mountain of toys....

Have fun, Kids! And no fightings!

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Dean immediately grinned at the number of toys lying around. He wanted to see if there was a firefighter outfit in the pile, or some fun toy cars.

There's a carousel up and running to one side of the play area, complete with music.

It's currently under attack.

Hraaarl!

A dragon, about dog sized, is balancing precariously on the ornate saddle of one of the carousle horses, clinging to the edges of it with small talons and flailing about with her wings and tail to stay aboard as she attempts to bite its throat. Considering that the carousel is not, in fact, alive, she's not doing so well.

[There is a large piles of stuffed animals over here. There is also something suspicious about how occasionally it seems to move or even giggle. There may or may not be a young Samus hiding under them.

Investigate?]

[Look at the little Billy sitting in the middle of the room, hugging a rather large stuffed bunny]

[Robin's sitting on top of a large block, his cape's wrapped around him and he's glaring at everyone.

So Jason's like a mini bat, and seems pretty irritated]

[Wyn has already managed to dismember a Speak'n'Spell and a couple of remote-controlled cars, a look of intense concentration on her face. FOR SCIENCE!]

::Renne? Still quite a kid, really but...he doesn't know much about playing. So he's bumbling about, sniffing at everything he runs into. Oh, and he has a plushie under one arm that's dressed like a British Navy man of the eighteenth century::

Little Sheeana is a strange child, much given to outbursts of mood and spending days on little art projects. She dances as she fingerpaints. With each major stroke, she spins, arms flung out wide. Investigate? Get spattered by paint?

Lafiel just frigging loves video games. She's plugged herself into the TV and is racking up scores that would make the boys jealous. This is her reward for herself, since she got all As on her last report card.

Yuri as an even smaller kid is just as much a crybaby. She's hit her head or tripped or something and thus starts to tear up almost immediately

Little Billy is absolutely enamored with his book. He's so engrossed in his tome about car engines that he fails to notice hazards in the world around him---which isn't good, as he's trying to walk and read at the same time.

Given how clumsy he is, something bad is bound to happen.

That's a big pile of fluff and fabric surrounding youngling!Kang, and he is currently adding to it, ripping up a stuffed giraffe. Some of the fluff has apparently gone flying up, and has gotten caught on the thumb portion of one of his wings and landed on top of his snout. Tail twitching, his head abruptly swivels to stare at someone nearby, and he pulls the giraffe closer possessively with a low growl.

Apparently, he hasn't learned to share yet.

[Gauron's found a BB gun, and snapped the blade off a wooden hockey stick to make himself a spear. Evidently the lack of real weapons annoys him.]

Anyone got a smoke?

Brainy is, at roughly age twelve, as close as he's ever been to being a child. Having left Colu not that long ago, there are a lot of things he just doesn't grasp the concept of, and one of them is apparently the play the other children are engaging in.

For the moment he's just standing off to the sidelines, watching what's going on with a thoughtful look on his face.

Poor lil' Fate is looking very, very confused. She's never seen so many toys before, and she's still getting used to just playing around like normal kids are supposed to... so she's just staring, with this face.

Score! Someone just found her father's pym particle canister AND has amassed all of the toy robots in a big pile in front of her.

Oh yeah, Cassie was happy.

Steve is enthusiastically playing basketball over on one side of the area. He's kind of short, but he's not bad at shooting free-throws.

This cute little guy is sitting next to a massive stack of books over in the corner, reading one that looks too big and heavy for him to even lift up. It's called The Physician's Reference Guide to the Human Anatomy.

A very tiny Arha Masaari was seated in the middle of the room, just sitting, just watching the other kids, with a small cup of tea in her hands.

Nanoha is small. Very small - nine years old, in fact. She's kind of looking around at all the other kids, not really used to so many unfamiliar faces ... but why just stand and stare? They should make some friends!

"Hi! Are you playing with that?"

Yes, she's talking to you.

A little white haired girl with huge golden eyes has been smacking the stuffing, quite literally, out of a very ugly squishy and disgusting looking toy. A good kick sends it flying.

In a small corner is a fort of epic proportions. It’s like a miniature city—actually it is a miniature city. More specifically, it’s a scale model of the Detroit skyline. There’s even smoke coming from the little space behind it, like early morning smog.

A tiny child, with so much dark brown hair covering his head that it could be mistaken for a large animal, has hogged one of the few electrical outlets in the room for his My Very First Chemistry Lab™ set. Not surprisingly he’s heavily modified it so that it actually works, and, with precision to rival the most dedicated scientists, is mixing two substances together. One is a clear liquid, boiling slowly over a Bunsen Burner, and the other…looks suspiciously like blue Play-Doh.

Four feet long, two feet tall, and a mass of blue-striped fur that has enough static electricity to rival a discharging Tesla Coil, Aeneas the alien is sprawled across a cushion and taking a nap. His purple feathers and ears are nearly as large as his head is, as are the fuisti at the end of his tail (which, coincidentally, show signs of recent scarring). The visor drooped over his forehead nearly covers his disproportionately large eyes, which flutter while he sleeps.

Like a cat (or perhaps more like a snoring human), Aeneas is purring deeply. His back legs twitch every so often.

Watch out, those with block fortresses and other such creations. You have a tiny pirate in your midst.

“Arrr!” cries ickle!Guybrush, charging through the center of the room with a plastic sword and a scraggly blond pompadour, the fake beard and eye patch nearly slipping off his face with the action. He takes a moment to readjust them before he strikes a triumphant pose.

“Fear me, lads and wenches! I’m Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™!”

Over in one corner, there's a rather magnificant-looking fort made out of cushions, blankets, a few chairs, and a precariously-balanced broom. Inside it are two kids - an eight-year-old princess and a ten-year-old Sheikah - peering out at the outside world nervously.

"Do you think this'll fool the bad man?" Zelda asks nervously.

"I'll protect you," Sheik says in reply, trying to feel as confident as he looks.

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