Welcome to the Kiddie Korral.

[a_bit_put_upon]

Who: The Fifth Doctor and open!
What: IMAGINATION STATION! (yes, I once went to a day care center called that. STFU)
Where: The gymnasium!
When: Officially, the 2 hours prior to lunch and 1 hour prior to dinner, but pretty much any time, really!
Warnings: ...paint fights? Tantrums? Who knows!

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[doeswhatido]

After his "encouraging" talk with Swing, 47 found himself at the table with all the books on it. On the outside, his face and demeanor showed that he was idly flipping pages, perhaps learning what to say before stumbling over the words as he read them out loud. Inwardly, however, he was fascinated by Winnie the Pooh.

He didn't understand if the author was just on drugs or cruel, but it seemed a rather unfair concept to put in the head of a young child. Stuffed animals would never be able to come to life and take you on adventures. Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, those weren't real, either. And yet adults thought it appropriate to fill children's minds with fantasy, tempting them with ideas that would never occur in the real world, torturing them with such ideas and letting their hearts and minds break upon finding out such things weren't real. Perhaps the author was simply psychotic, writing down the things he went through and saw in his own deranged mind whilst he grew up, perhaps not. Either way, 47 felt...oddly about these books.

[bob_fraser_snr]

Robert was a curious young man and once Gellert had sent his little message of doom, to which he was not going to respond to,
ever, he decided to wander and do some meet and greet. "Winne the Pooh?" he asked, noting the title of the book. "Are you enjoying it?"

[doeswhatido]

His eyes glanced upwards to the little boy asking if 47 was doing the opposite if what he actually was and closed one side of the book, keeping his spot with his finger while his other hand went up to straighten his tie.

"It's fascinating on philosophical levels," he said. That. Probably wasn't what you said to a child. Retry. "It connects well with young readers, I think."

[bob_fraser_snr]

"Philosophical levels?" he quirked his head. "Yes, I see your point. How many of various different thought processes and points of view can come together to create a community." He looked around the room. "It's happening here too, I guess. Perhaps the Doctor can be Tigger," he grinned.

[you_run_i_chase]

Miss Parker peeked around the door to the gym. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go into the gym or not. Most of the time, Miss Parker ended up playing with two other children at the most, and often it was just her and Jarod; she'd never had a lot of kids around her so she wasn't sure if she could handle being around so many other kids. Still, the Doctor was inside, and maybe one or two of the kids that she had spoken with over the wire. She walked in wearing her little sailor dress and mary janes and looked around, more than a little lost.

[a_bit_put_upon]

The Doctor had just gotten finished organising the paint table- again- and was wiping at a bright green streak on the flap of his coat pocket with a wet cloth, muttering. He gave up with a sigh, casting about for the trash bin, when he noticed a familiar-looking little girl. He'd seen that face, hadn't he? Recently? And then he remembered.

"Miss Parker?" he called, waving the cloth a bit like a handkerchief before tossing it to the bin. "How do you do!"

[you_run_i_chase]

Miss Parker stared at the Doctor, and for a moment she just looked shocked before her face spilt into one of the widest grins that she had since she came on the barge even as a grown up. She chuckled softly, and she pointed to his chin. "Did someone try and put makeup on you, Doctor?" Miss Parker tried to move up on tip toe and extended her hand, but she was too short to actually reach the marks on his face. It was rather funny; Sydney never put paint on himself.

[a_bit_put_upon]

"I beg your pardon? Makeup?" But he was now accustomed to children touching his face for one reason or another, and automatically went into a crouch to make it easier for her to reach... until he remembered the smearing Judas had administered earlier. And of course he'd thrown away the tissue. "Oh, this. Yes, well, I was crafting fashionable beards with a rather creative young man a little while ago. Would you like a beard as well?"