Hooray Dariia is going to piss in a ballpit

PSA: NOBODY ACTUALLY PISSED IN THE BALL PIT IT'S IMPORTANT FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED THAT WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE WASN'T ACTUALLY PISS IN THE BALLPIT

Well, maybe this time someone finally will.

Why in the WORLD would Dashcon 2 schedule Strange Aeons' and The Muppet Joker's panels AT THE SAME TIME. both right before their duel in the ballpit. Like I understand that the point is in the drama of it all but this is CRUEL

Scheduling dreamt up by the utterly deranged

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*hyperventilates*

Нещодавно я написала оповідання на конкурс за всесвітом "Української магічної академії" від Мальовію, Мальопусу й Увуріду. Тут 5к слів. Це набагато більше слів, ніж я написала за все вторгнення сумарно, бо писати я фактично припинила взагалі.
Поки я його писала, я пройшла якусь страшну кількість стадій (не)примирення з письменництвом. Писати — це дуже страшна і самокритична річ. Це було Нескінченно Жахливо і тепер я хочу зробити це ще раз.
Не можу сказати, що я дуже задоволена цим оповіданням: у мене була купа крутих ідей, які зробили б його набагато кращим, але я прокрастинувала до дедлайну і зрештою вже просто не встигла. Результати конкурсу оголосять 30 липня, і якщо мене не візьмуть у збірку, то я це оповідання трошки перепишу й додам те, що хотіла. А поки ось так.

Прочитати можна на Увуріді! Магічні дівчатка, дружба і проблеми з першим і другим.

у цьому домі ми пишаємося Еліс за те що вона показує свою творчість (і за те, що творить, ясне діло)

First night duty of the season let's GOOO


#кембріджпостинг

(night duty це перевірка що діти в кімнатах після відбою просто)

Night duty harvest:
We have a kid with diagnosed ADHD who was an absolute menace on arrival day and we were a bit worried about how his stay would go. He turned out to be the biggest sweetheart of this intake and his behavioural issues on arrival day were (as I correctly predicted) overstimulation zoomies.
When room checking with older kids we usually focus on whether they're in the room alone (and not, you know, sneaking into each other's rooms doing unchristian things), so when I knocked on this boy's door I automatically asked "hi, are you alone?"
He looked around his shoulder very anxiously, so I went "...ARE you alone?"
And he pointed to the tiny dinosaur plushie on his nightstand and said "just me and the dinosaur, honest".



I wished goodnight to him AND the dinosaur, of course.




In other news: someone drew a glow in the dark heart on one of the kitchen doors.

Bestie activities: there was a Tumblr post a long time ago about how one needs to have a Time Loop Code Word which, if their loved one is stuck in a time loop, they will tell them and when the loop restarts and their memory is wiped the loved one can tell them the code word and because the person doesn't remember telling them the code word, they'll know they told it to them in the previous loop and thus that the loved one really is in a time loop.



Anyway Alice and I took it very seriously so now we do a check-in every once in a while to make sure we remember our words because we wouldn't want to get trapped in a time loop without the ability to prove to bestie that we're in a time loop would we


(Primarily it's necessary because I would absolutely NOT believe Alice if she told me she was in a time loop. Alice would believe anything)

Dinosaur update:
His name is Rex. He went punting (boat tour) with us and took a plunge into the river because he was hot.

Rex really enjoyed punting and isn't cold.

Rex (with his owner) approached an older kid and my heart sank because I was worried the older kid would be mean to Rex. He did grab Rex for a second, but then gave him back and very politely asked for the name of the owner and then the dinosaur. Everything is right in the world.

On this channel we cringe with our entire body at "feet pic?? FOR FREE???" sentiment when there's even a glimpse of a foot in any sort of picture/video not intended to be sexual

#кембріджпостинг


Somehow ended up in charge of evening activity. It fills me with dread, but whatever, I persevere.


Two girls are sitting in the crafts room making friendship bracelets. I look down and see that the older one of them is making one that is literally just the bi flag colours. Unmistakable. The shades are exactly right.

The interaction proceeds as follows:
"I really like the colours you picked!"
"Oh, thanks!"
"..."
"..."
"...is there a reason you picked those colours?"
"...no?"
"Oh, okay! They're beautiful. Show it to me when you're done!"



And then I left.

I also had my first "that mean bitch manager" moment but it wasn't even to my direct employees and they honestly deserved it. And I received approval from their actual manager

Walking around the building checking in. See the Slovakian designated adult (each nationality here has one) and two girls, about 13-14 years old, sitting on the steps at the fire escape, the girls bawling their absolute eyes out. Like, having a PROPER cry, hiccups-level cry.

I stop by, naturally, to ask what on earth happened. They are crying so hard they're not quite coherent, so I ask the adult if everything's okay, because at this point I'm really scared that there's been an actual crime committed against them or something.

The adult smiles and tells me it's okay, they're just "very compassionate".

The girls then tell me a harrowing tale:


There was music playing, and a song reminded one of the other kids of their dead grandpa, and the kid started crying. Then the Slovakian girls started crying, both of them.

The kid that STARTED the chain of crying is so completely fine.

We gave them some cookies and some water and left them to it.


The next time I saw them they were swarmed by a group of Italian and Spanish kids trying to console them.

The next time I saw them after this they were crying still and the Italian/Spanish kids were giving them hugs.


The next time I saw them after that there was a third girl crying.




They'd been crying for at least 40 minutes, non-stop, that I saw.



They will be checked in on.

Дуже ввічлива табличка на Кембріджській кав'ярні:

Please don't break in, no cash here.