Parum Journal Entry: Day 1
Okay, we’re about to go down to get breakfast, but Mag said I needed to include this in the journal even though I’m super embarrassed… I just woke up while wetting the bed… Mag says I shouldn’t be so embarrassed, that it’s most likely just all the excitement and nerves, but I don’t know! It’s just so…weh!
I’m so lucky to have Mag though. They’re so supportive, even offered to give me a bath to help calm down. I declined, but gosh do I love them! Anyways! Off to get some pancakes! I’ll update again when we get to her house!
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So we got to the house about an hour ago, so I thought it would be good to check in. The company sent a nice car to pick us up after breakfast. There had been a carseat in my seat. The driver had said I could sit in it if I wanted. I laughed it off, but it felt like he was actually waiting for me to get in it before Mag told him it wouldn’t be necessary. Weird thing is, I almost wanted to? It looked big enough for me and could have been funny right?
But anyways! The house! This place is amazing! It has everything! Each room seemed like the best it could be. Perfectly catered to our tastes. Though… there’s a nursery? Like crib, changing table, baby toys… nursery. And everything was big? What’s weirder is that they had all of my stuff put in there! Mag says it must be a mistake, but it was weird to see my old childhood toy box I had in storage at the end of a crib big enough for me to sleep in. Good thing we were going to share a room anyways.
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Guys! This house has me set under parental controls! Mag says it seems like Plasti’Plants wants to test the systems and that they’ll talk to the representative soon. This must be why all the baby stuff has been customized to me! This house thinks I’m Mag’s little girl… Mag’s little girl… why do I like the sound of that?
Anyways! I got locked in the bathroom and the stupid AI pinged Mag to come make sure I cleaned myself right! Gods I hope they get this straightened out soon! This system works guys! Can we not have the house treat me like a kid?
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Okay, bright side of the screw up? The jammies the system picked out for me tonight are cute! Soft pink fleece shorts and matching shirt. The shorts seem a little loose, but I’m sure that can be fixed.
The bed has the same type of mattress protector as the hotel. Mag said we should leave it on until we adjust just in case. I had almost forgotten about that…
Well, Good night!
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Mag Journal Entry: Day 1
Parum woke me up this morning. At first it was nice and warm, and then I looked down. I guess She had too much to drink last night and couldn’t help herself. She peed the bed! Just a little bit, the poor thing- but still! She peed the bed! Then again, I wouldn’t doubt it if the hotel often had this problem after people eat at their restaurant. That would certainly explain the plastic sheets. But I would hope that would mean that they would just get a new head chef or something instead of spending all that time and money on laundry and sheets just to accommodate it? Ah well, who knows!
I saw Parum shaking a bit when she got herself cleaned up, the poor thing! I offered to help her out by giving her a nice warm bath but she said no. Ah well, I can see how this kind of thing can be really embarrassing so I bet she just wanted to be alone for a bit afterwards. When we went to check out the people up front asked that I make a report of this incident to the company so that it could be covered by them. No idea why they would need to know about this but hey, we’re the ones who damaged their property even if they were prepared with those plastic sheets so it’s whatever. Hence this entry. Expect more once we are settled in to the new place!
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We left the hotel right after breakfast, which was after my last entry. Parum was so cute at breakfast! She ordered the pancakes, but instead of eating them right away I guess maybe she had gotten bored? She had made their pancakes into a sort of bowl and pretended that some butter patties were people that were trying to run away from the slow tidal wave of syrup she was sending their way. It was cute at first but got messy really quick and I had to ask her to stop playing with their food.
Anyway, after breakfast and several dozen napkins covered in syrup later, we go into the car. Nothing really of note there other than a nice car. But for some reason, Parum didn’t want to sit in her normal spot in the car? I don’t know. We were in a hurry so I told her to just sit in another spot so we could get to the new house on time. I didn’t want the movers to be waiting too long, otherwise they might try to charge us more for some reason. Not that it would actually be charged to our account but I would hate to have to explain to my boss that the movers charged more than initially quoted because my partner didn’t like their seat.
To my surprise, everything was pretty much already set up when we got there, keys waiting in the mailbox. I guess that’s a perk of not being the buyer of the house, the movers don’t necessarily need you there to start the move in process. Everything in the house is absolutely marvelous! An absolute dream! The only weird blip was that they confused Parum for a baby for some reason? I don’t know, they put all of her stuff into this weird babies room. I can only assume that this must have been a model home and that they had a nursery set up to attract young couples.
Either way, I called my boss about it and they said that the stuff has to stay there for the entirety of the first year otherwise the contract we signed that gave us the house would be null and void. I already lied and told Parum that we had won this place in a contest instead of me snagging up a special project at work by volunteering us as some sort of experiment couple in a new smart home. I didn’t think it wise to risk us getting kicked out because we can’t fully use one of the rooms for the first year so I told her it was part of the contest rules that we can’t get rid of any of the furniture in the first year of owning the house. I hid the reasoning behind taxes so I knew that they wouldn’t ask me to elaborate. Taxes have always been so confusing for Parum! It’s cute really.
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Well I figured out why there is a nursery here. Turns out it’s not a starter home attraction at all. For some reason they think that Parum is my baby girl! I can only assume that is because her signature on the contract was little more than chicken scratch. I figured that might be a problem at some point in her life but for it to come out like this is honestly really fitting. She threw a bit of a temper tantrum in the bathroom earlier just because she needed some help with the house’s systems.
I can only hope that this doesn’t become a pattern later on and that Parum will learn to behave herself in our nice new home. Otherwise I don’t know what i’ll have to do. Oddly enough, the bed here came pre-installed with a plastic mattress cover as well. Normally I’d have said we need to take it off, but after last night…. Well it’s better to be safe than sorry. The pajamas that they picked out for her are really cute too, but I think that the machine that made the outfit might have been stuck between making shorts and a skirt. Because the crotch just kind of droops a bit for some reason. But Parum likes them so who am I to complain.
End Transmission.
<This is a collaboration with @RanchSkywalker and edited by @Aliceko_chan (both on Twitter) >
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