Tenoh Haruka // Sailor Uranus (
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Salvation Meme!

The holidays are upon Union, bringing an event (and plenty of snow) in their wake...and in the midst of the excitement, some characters may have gifts they wish to give others. That's where this meme comes in!
If you just want to post an OOC list of the Salvation gifts your character got their CR (or their Pokémon, or their CR's Pokémon...), there's an OOC top-level comment for that. If you'd rather surprise someone ICly, however, there's a section for that as well.
Happy gifting! And happy OOC holidays to everyone in the game. Let's make the seasons bright. :)
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No, I suppose not. [baby trills happily at the game, though her wiggling intensifies whenever the fingers slip away.
That's a smile down at baby, and then at you.] We'll see what she's interested in later on.
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Haruka smiles too. She lets baby catch her fingers, hoping that will keep her enthralled enough to get in a ridiculously fond, shoujo look at Michiru. So she spent the holiday giving her partner a gift and playing with her partner's baby. This kind of domestic thing isn't so bad once in a while. ] Happy Salvation.
[ If they're careful, they can cuddle around the baby. ]
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Baby seems delighted by her accomplishment and will immediately try to nom on those fingers.
Michiru leans in a little, looking amusedly at baby for a moment before smiling at you.]
Yours is at home.
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I can wait. [ She's plenty satisfied with their current arrangement. Even baby is getting to nom to her heart's content. (Since it's Haruka, maybe she even tastes amazing. Who knows.)
These heels leave Michiru's head at a good lean-on height. ]
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Michiru just nuzzles lightly into you. For the record, your gift is a year's worth of insurance with a masonry and landscaping company. For some odd reason.]
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Haruka has no idea why she might be receiving such a gift at all. Nope. Fortunately, getting to spend every day with you is a gift in and of itself - which is probably why you're getting a kiss to the top of your head. This is a good, peaceful moment. This moment should last forever. (Who knows what's happening to her fingers, though.)
Haruka looks over, noticing Lulu's painting. ] How abstract.
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There's nomming going on! Though it's more like gumming, really. Aaand nope, your hand is getting replaced with Mommy's. Holding onto hands is okay, but chewing on them isn't.
Michiru glances over at the painting too.
Heh.] We'll need to get a frame for that one.
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Haruka will try to resist wiping her fingers on herself, but having Togepi spit on them does feel weird. She watches Gold to distract herself, who seems torn between modestly deferring the compliment and soaking it up. You really think he could paint? All he does is make a mess...
...or does that mean he'd make a good painter? Because he'd be getting paint all over himself on purpose? He's willing to try sometime if she's willing to put up with him! Natto can come too since he knows you guys are friends, but Natto tends to like to stay clean. ] Jolteon! Jol!
[ He's so happy, he sparks. But he's standing far enough back that he shouldn't shock anybody - hopefully. ]
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It should work out nicely. [as nicely as that particular friendship is happening, probably. It's probably harder to feel competent when Gold hangs out with Martelé that much.
And she's holding up a handkerchief to you, looking amused.]
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[ Can he help you clean up the area?
Haruka, for that matter, makes quick work of her own mess and pockets the handkerchief. Michiru can have it back once it's washed. ] They really are soft...
[ As are you, when it comes to them. But you're not the one who let a baby eat her, so Haruka probably shouldn't even be talking. ]
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As long as they're happy. [and as long as they do all their art experiments over a tarp]
All done? [Lulu nods happily and yup, you're getting baby again as Michiru heads over to help set the painting aside.]
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Hello, baby. Haruka hefts the Togepi in her arms, then pats Minuet's back. You're having a busy day with all this baby tag, huh, kiddo. ] How soon is naptime?
[ That is when they can be alone....plus, if she should start trying to make this baby sleepy, she should know. ]
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Michiru pauses for a moment to look over the art project and then turns her smile to the two Pokemon before carefully picking it up.] Let me lean it over there to dry.
[Lulu hops a little in excitement and then grins at Gold. Hey, her Trainer seems to like it!]
An hour or two, depending.
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Baby is now tucked securely against Haruka's front, cuddled up against something most shirts hide from view. ] What an energetic girl.
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Baby doesn't seem to realize what a privilege this is and is tugging at your sleeve.]
Don't bother trying to tire her out, though. [baby just gets excited because it's a game!]
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Gold turns to Lulu, two corners of the tarp in his mouth and a confused expression on his face. This isn't working. Do you see it getting stuck on anything? ] Jltthnnn.
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She's certainly getting better at making quick escapes. [to the consternation of her Pokemon. The Togepi Races probably won't have the same sort of flair as the Rhyhorn ones, however.
Baby doesn't seem aware of the scrutiny and seems intent on pulling at the sleeve. If there's a shiny button on it, that might be what's drawing her attention.]
Rose... [uh, uh....oh! Is she in your way? Let her grab these things and step off the tarp!]
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She remains unfazed, standing and watching everybody else clean up - or, well, Michiru and Lulu cleaning up while Gold stands in the middle of the tarp and yanks and looks confused. ] I'll hold her tightly.
[ She looks down at Gold until Gold gets it. Oh! Oh, no, Lulu, it wasn't just you, it was....him. Aw, man. ] Jllll.
[ There is a somewhat disappointed Jolteon dragging a tarp towards you, Michiru. Is it okay if he leaves this over here? ]
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I'm counting on you. [and Michiru crouches when Gold draws near, smiling and taking the tarp.] Thank you.
[working with Gold took patience, but it's always nice to have a pupil who's eager to please]
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That button is getting closer, baby. Better yet, its owner doesn't seem to have caught on that that's your quarry, so it's not doing silly things like running away from you. ] Do I get to hold you later?
[ Helping with cleanup has apparently not occurred to Haruka. She is holding the baby. She has her mission. ]
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Michiru pauses. Wiping the glitter off of Gold before he spreads it all over the studio might be a better idea.]
Afraid I'll run away?
[the fact that it seems to be working only encourages baby, who keeps tugging at the sleeve until...there! Shiny thing!] Priii!
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Thinking this rag is for a bath, Gold looks at his rag, picks it up in his mouth, drops it, and then tries to roll on it. Wiping him down might be a good idea - but just the rolling is making him spark. Haruka sighs. She might have to pass this baby back and take advantage of her Electric immunity, so she heads over to her Jolteon with a smirk for Michiru. ] Not so fast that I can't catch you.
[ Insert wind joke here. They're both thinking it, so why say it? ]
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She will take eggbaby though, and leave the task of cleaning up Gold to you. Baby cries out in distress at the sudden loss of her hard earned prize and tries wiggling out of Mommy's arms.]
Hi. [and baby is getting turned around and a rather indulgent smile. It takes her a moment to respond, but.] ...Prii!
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Gold does spark all over the place as Haruka wipes him down and rubs him off, shaking the glitter onto the floor so the Jolteon can later sweep it up with the wet rag. Haruka doesn't even flinch, but her hair is getting rather attractively disheveled. She looks like she's just run a marathon - a portrait of Windswept Youth.
She runs a hand through that hair as she finishes, Gold understanding he's supposed to use the other rag to wipe up the floor. He picks it up in his mouth, bends low to the ground, and starts walking in as straight a line as he can manage. At this rate he's going to hit the wall, but Haruka's tired of correcting him.
Her hair sparks as her fingers leave it. ] Art's messy.
[ And thunk. ]
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[Michiru refocuses on you - and has to suppress a smile. Does your hair usually sparkle like that?] And full of casualties.
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