#street--rat

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Working on rp replies for:

Alyssa (as Peter)

Waiting for replies from:

Aladdin (to Jasmine)

Cinderella (to Gaston)

Lottie (to Gaston)

But it's no worry! Take your time with your replies if you need to. It's all good. :)

[not-a-prize-to-be-won-blog]

An Afternoon Arrival

Jasmine was sitting lazily on the edge of her fountain, enjoying the mild spring sun, Rajah dozing by her feet.  She rested her hands on her rather large stomach, the soft material of her maternity tunic rubbing against her skin.  It had been a long nine-ish months as the child inside her had grown.  It had been a twisty, emotional, exciting nine months for her and Aladdin, and the physician had pronounced the baby's due date to be in a week or so.

She stroked Rajah's fur, content to sit and do nothing for the moment.  The nursery had been finished, and she's been receiving small gifts from well-wishers for the past month.  Cinderella had even travelled to Agrabah to throw a baby shower for her.  Jasmine smiled, remembering the party.  A lot of her friends had come from kingdoms all over, and it had been a lot of fun.  But even with that lovely interlude, Jasmine had some growing doubts that she hadn't mentioned to anyone.  She shifted uneasily, her lazy mood disappearing.

Although Father -- and just about everyone, really -- had been giving her advice on how to be a good mother, she wasn't sure at all she would know what to do when the time came.  Her mother had died when she was three, and Jasmine only had a few vague memories of her.  Aladdin had faith in her, and so did her father and her friends, but Jasmine still couldn't help feeling uneasy.  The only things she could remember of her mother was her brushing her hair and humming, and a vague recollection of her mother and her father laughing together.  There were a few other scattered memories, but nothing that could serve as an example... Father had been a wonderful parent, but even he couldn't quite stand in for a mother.  She knew Aladdin was suffering from the same dilemma, never having known his father, either, but Jasmine knew he'd be a wonderful father.  He was smart and caring and adventurous and strong, and she was... stubborn, and rebellious, and moody.  Jasmine shifted again, the pressure of the baby resting in an uncomfortable position.  Rajah raised his head and looked up at her, worry showing in his feline eyes.

"I'm fine, Rajah," she said, stroking the fur between his ears.  He put his head down on his paws but still didn't go back to his nap, his eyes and ears alert.  Jasmine smiled and continued petting the tiger.  "You're almost as bad as Father," she said. "He's convinced I'm made of clay."  Rajah whimpered, shaking his head underneath her hand and startling Jasmine.  "What's wrong, Rajah?" she asked, suddenly worried.  "What is --" she was cut off by a sharp pain in her abdomen as the seat around her became wet.  Jasmine looked at Rajah, panic sparking in her eyes.  "The baby," she whispered.  She knew it would probably be a few hours before she went into labour, but what should she do before that?  Should she move inside, or stay where she was, or... "Rajah," she said with a hint of desperation.  The tiger looked up at her sharply.  "Find -- someone, please," she said, suddenly scared to death.

Rajah raced away and into the palace, his claws skidding on the tile floors.  Servants shrieked and clambered out his his way as the tiger ran towards the ministers' hall.  Fortunately, the door wasn't locked, and it slammed open as Rajah raced over to the Sultan and Aladdin, ignoring the outraged cries of the ministers.  He butted the Sultan with his head and clamped his teeth into Aladdin's cape, trying to make them both understand.

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Jasmine's Baby Shower (For the Girls)

Cinderella had arrived in Agrabah early in the morning. She had dressed in a simple frock to keep cool. Jasmine had warned her that it would be hotter than she was used to. She took a carriage full of items, so much it required two extra horses. As she arrived, she began to set up in the hall allotted to her by the Sultan. She didn't tell Jasmine or Aladdin that she was there. She wanted her decorations to be a surprise. 

The shower was her gift to them. Europeans always had baby showers. Cinderella had been to countless after she took the throne. Many of the ladies of the kingdom invited her, and she attended. Her ideas came from them.

She put up decorations of baby carriages in blue and pink, as she was unsure of the baby's sex. Cinderella placed rattles on tables in the room. She brought a three-tier cake of spice cake with vanilla frosting and placed it on a table. A stork sat on the top of the cake holding a bundle in white. It was the European symbol that a baby was coming. She thought it added a nice touch.

She also enlisted in the help of servers to carry around tea cakes, cookies, and scones. Tea was brewing as she finished setting up the last table to hold any presents that guests brought. Now she just had to wait for the honored guests and the girls she had invited from other kingdoms.