#ask evelyn

[alastor-and-adam]

Do you think Evelyn enjoys playing in the radio tower ? Her being alistair's daughter would she have any interest in radios or maybe she just likes turning the dials she is a baby after all

Alastor: Oh she certainly loved it when I was pregnant with her! She’d always be so active in my belly when I played jazz songs.

Evelyn: *hates going into the radio because Alastor would play the screams of his tortured souls for her to hear*

Adam: *looks at Evelyn* Why does our daughter suddenly have the “thousand yard stare”?

[evelynoftheforest]

She's here

Me

//Evelyn's pronouns are She/It. Mine are any, although He/Him and they/them are preffered

[askthesurvivingorphan]

A1

Evelyn: “I mean if you like it that’s fine… but I just prefer something… less exposing.”

[alastor-and-adam]

Does Evelyn have any other fun outings with her parents?

Evelyn: *thinks about all of the stuff she had to do with her parents* (internally) Define “fun” because none of my time with them is “fun.”

[alastor-and-adam]

Evelyn what’s songs do you like?

Evelyn: (internally) We’ll I used to love jazz. It was all the rage. Nowadays I find myself not liking music so much. I’m mostly bored all of the time. Being a grown up in a baby’s body sucks!

Evelyn begins thrashing around, throwing a fit.

Alastor: *holding Evelyn* Hey! No thrashing! What’s wrong silly girl? Papa’s making you lunch!

Adam: Here. Let me soothe her.

Alastor passes the crying girl to Adam and the large sinner rested Evelyn against his shoulder and begins rubbing her back gently.

Evelyn, against her own will, begins to to calm down and tiredly goes limp.

Adam: There we go. She’s just tired. It’s close to nap time after all.

Alastor: I suppose a bottle will work and she can eat after her name. I’ll warm up her bottle while you can lay her down.

Adam: Fine. Just don’t take too long! *begins heading back to the suite*

[alastor-and-adam]

* creates a plushie pile for Evelyn *

Evelyn: *looks at the plushies and starts to stack them against the playpen to climb over the gate*

[alastor-and-adam]

How is Evelyn doing? Is she still sick?

Bunny: She’s sick in the story part of the blog, not the ask part of the blog

Alastor: Evelyn is doing just wonderful! Though she’s still a shy little thing!

Adam: Wonder where she got that shyness from? Certainly not my half. But she’s still a cutie pie!

Evelyn: *in her playpen in the common area of the hotel, trying to get out of said playpen* I need to get away from these monsters! It’ll only be a matter of time before they make me eat people too! Or worse…they’ll eat me!

[demonoftorment]

Stop enabling the child's crippling addiction you chewed piece of gum.