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  1. #1
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    A Juno-Inspired (Kind of) Baby Name Game Part #3

    Part 1: http://nameberry.com/nametalk/thread...me-Game-Part-1
    Part 2: http://nameberry.com/nametalk/thread...me-Game-Part-2

    Use this dice to play: http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/reso...s/dice/six.htm

    (CHILD'S ADOPTIVE MOTHER'S NAME) has been dead for six months. You still remember the encounter you had with your child at the wake. You have been debating back and forth about what to do, but have told no one, not even your best friend or older sister, that you went to the wake, and then sent anonymous flowers to the funeral. Should you call to let them know you were there, try to reconnect with them after you dropped off the face of the earth for no apparent reason? Or should you just forget about the whole thing, get on with your life, and allow them to move on in their grief?

    Fate decides for you.

    What happens? Roll the dice

    Even #: Your place of employment, (WHERE DO YOU WORK?), hosts a school function for children, educating them on possible future career pursuits. This amuses you and you volunteer to help set up hosting presentations for them. The day the children arrive, you are at the door with the event organizer and your boss, greet the students, teachers, and chaperones at the door. Your heart nearly stops when you recognize your child in the crowd--and he or she recognizes you. The two of you stare at each other and you are lost for words. As your child comes closer to you, he or she opens their mouth to speak, but they are interrupted by their friend excitedly walking beside them. He or she turns away from you and follows his or her class. Relieved, you exhale then walk quickly back to your office, ignoring a questioning glance from your boss.

    You are willing to forget about the whole incident altogether. That is, until, two days later, the secretary comes knocking on your office door, announcing you have a visitor in the waiting room. You leave your work at your desk and head to the waiting room, thinking it might be your best friend, who is expecting her first child and frequently visits you. But it's not your friend--it is a man you know very well: (CHILD'S ADOPTIVE FATHER'S NAME).

    He looks up from the magazine that he is reading to see you standing in the doorway. The two of you are alone, which you are grateful--you don't know what to say or do, and you are uncertain of what he will say or do. He calmly puts the magazine down on the coffee table and stands up, then awkwardly smiles. He says you haven't changed much in (HOW MANY YEARS HAS IT BEEN?). You ask him how he found you. He says (YOUR CHILD'S NAME) told him about a woman who gave him/her a yellow rose at his wife's wake, then the nameless flowers arrived a week later at the funeral. He thought it might be you. Turns out, he still talks to your child's biological father, (HIS NAME), and he said he had not heard from you in over a year. Then, two days ago, your child comes home and tells his/her dad they saw the woman again. He called your boss and asked if she had an employee by the name of (YOUR NAME) and his initial gut instinct was proven right. He took his day off from work to come in to see you, talk to you. He wants to know why you did not come forward.

    You explain that you were afraid of upsetting him and (YOUR CHILD'S NAME), disrupting their lives even more than it already was. You were nervous that your child might not have known he or she was adopted. But you don't tell him that you began to estrange yourself from their family not because you wanted to, but you felt as though you had to because you did not want to betray his sweet wife.

    As he hugs you, (CHILD'S ADOPTIVE FATHER'S NAME) says you would not have disrupted their lives at all and that (YOUR CHILD'S NAME) knows he/she is adopted. He asks if you would like to meet them. Teary-eyed, you gladly say yes.

    Odd #: Make it up yourself.

    I'm not sure how long this game is going to be. But bare with me people until Part 4.

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    Faith has been dead for six months. You still remember the encounter you had with your child at the wake. You have been debating back and forth about what to do, but have told no one, not even your best friend or older sister, that you went to the wake, and then sent anonymous flowers to the funeral. Should you call to let them know you were there, try to reconnect with them after you dropped off the face of the earth for no apparent reason? Or should you just forget about the whole thing, get on with your life, and allow them to move on in their grief?

    Fate decides for you.

    Your place of employment, Hope Hospital, hosts a school function for children, educating them on possible future career pursuits. This amuses you and you volunteer to help set up hosting presentations for them. The day the children arrive, you are at the door with the event organizer and your boss, greet the students, teachers, and chaperones at the door. Your heart nearly stops when you recognize your child in the crowd--and he recognizes you. The two of you stare at each other and you are lost for words. As your child comes closer to you, he opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by his friend excitedly walking beside him. He turns away from you and follows his class. Relieved, you exhale then walk quickly back to your office, ignoring a questioning glance from your boss.

    You are willing to forget about the whole incident altogether. That is, until, two days later, the secretary comes knocking on your office door, announcing you have a visitor in the waiting room. You leave your work at your desk and head to the waiting room, thinking it might be your best friend, who is expecting her first child and frequently visits you. But it's not your friend--it is a man you know very well: Troy.

    He looks up from the magazine that he is reading to see you standing in the doorway. The two of you are alone, which you are grateful--you don't know what to say or do, and you are uncertain of what he will say or do. He calmly puts the magazine down on the coffee table and stands up, then awkwardly smiles. He says you haven't changed much in eight years. You ask him how he found you. He says Noah told him about a woman who gave him a yellow rose at his wife's wake, then the nameless flowers arrived a week later at the funeral. He thought it might be you. Turns out, he still talks to your child's biological father, Weston, and he said he had not heard from you in over a year. Then, two days ago, your child comes home and tells his dad he saw the woman again. He called your boss and asked if she had an employee by the name of Amelia Burris and his initial gut instinct was proven right. He took his day off from work to come in to see you, talk to you. He wants to know why you did not come forward.

    You explain that you were afraid of upsetting him and Noah, disrupting their lives even more than it already was. You were nervous that your child might not have known he was adopted. But you don't tell him that you began to estrange yourself from their family not because you wanted to, but you felt as though you had to because you did not want to betray his sweet wife.

    As he hugs you, Troy says you would not have disrupted their lives at all and that Noah knows he is adopted. He asks if you would like to meet them. Teary-eyed, you gladly say yes.
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    19 year old name addict

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    Maria has been dead for six months. You still remember the encounter you had with your child at the wake. You have been debating back and forth about what to do, but have told no one, not even your best friend or older sister, that you went to the wake, and then sent anonymous flowers to the funeral. Should you call to let them know you were there, try to reconnect with them after you dropped off the face of the earth for no apparent reason? Or should you just forget about the whole thing, get on with your life, and allow them to move on in their grief?

    Fate decides for you.

    What happens? Roll the dice

    Even #: Your place of employment, Raleigh Social Working Center, hosts a school function for children, educating them on possible future career pursuits. This amuses you and you volunteer to help set up hosting presentations for them. The day the children arrive, you are at the door with the event organizer and your boss, greet the students, teachers, and chaperones at the door. Your heart nearly stops when you recognize your child in the crowd--and he or she recognizes you. The two of you stare at each other and you are lost for words. As your child comes closer to you, she opens their mouth to speak, but they are interrupted by their friend excitedly walking beside them. He or she turns away from you and follows his or her class. Relieved, you exhale then walk quickly back to your office, ignoring a questioning glance from your boss.

    You are willing to forget about the whole incident altogether. That is, until, two days later, the secretary comes knocking on your office door, announcing you have a visitor in the waiting room. You leave your work at your desk and head to the waiting room, thinking it might be your best friend, who is expecting her first child and frequently visits you. But it's not your friend--it is a man you know very well: Peter.

    He looks up from the magazine that he is reading to see you standing in the doorway. The two of you are alone, which you are grateful--you don't know what to say or do, and you are uncertain of what he will say or do. He calmly puts the magazine down on the coffee table and stands up, then awkwardly smiles. He says you haven't changed much in 9 years. You ask him how he found you. He says Chloe told him about a woman who gave him/her a yellow rose at his wife's wake, then the nameless flowers arrived a week later at the funeral. He thought it might be you. Turns out, he still talks to your child's biological father, (HIS NAME), and he said he had not heard from you in over a year. Then, two days ago, your child comes home and tells his/her dad they saw the woman again. He called your boss and asked if she had an employee by the name of Lila and his initial gut instinct was proven right. He took his day off from work to come in to see you, talk to you. He wants to know why you did not come forward.

    You explain that you were afraid of upsetting him and Chloe, disrupting their lives even more than it already was. You were nervous that your child might not have known he or she was adopted. But you don't tell him that you began to estrange yourself from their family not because you wanted to, but you felt as though you had to because you did not want to betray his sweet wife.

    As he hugs you, Peter says you would not have disrupted their lives at all and that Chloe knows he/she is adopted. He asks if you would like to meet them. Teary-eyed, you gladly say yes.

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    Madeline has been dead for six months. You still remember the encounter you had with your child at the wake. You have been debating back and forth about what to do, but have told no one, not even your best friend or older sister, that you went to the wake, and then sent anonymous flowers to the funeral. Should you call to let them know you were there, try to reconnect with them after you dropped off the face of the earth for no apparent reason? Or should you just forget about the whole thing, get on with your life, and allow them to move on in their grief?

    Your place of employment, Archer & Son. Architecture, hosts a school function for children, educating them on possible future career pursuits. This amuses you and you volunteer to help set up hosting presentations for them. The day the children arrive, you are at the door with the event organizer and your boss, greet the students, teachers, and chaperones at the door. Your heart nearly stops when you recognize your child in the crowd--and she recognizes you. The two of you stare at each other and you are lost for words. As your child comes closer to you, he or she opens their mouth to speak, but they are interrupted by their friend excitedly walking beside them. She turns away from you and follows her class. Relieved, you exhale then walk quickly back to your office, ignoring a questioning glance from your boss.

    You are willing to forget about the whole incident altogether. That is, until, two days later, the secretary comes knocking on your office door, announcing you have a visitor in the waiting room. You leave your work at your desk and head to the waiting room, thinking it might be your best friend, who is expecting her first child and frequently visits you. But it's not your friend--it is a man you know very well: Elijah.

    He looks up from the magazine that he is reading to see you standing in the doorway. The two of you are alone, which you are grateful--you don't know what to say or do, and you are uncertain of what he will say or do. He calmly puts the magazine down on the coffee table and stands up, then awkwardly smiles. He says you haven't changed much in 10 years. You ask him how he found you. He says Emma told him about a woman who gave her a yellow rose at his wife's wake, then the nameless flowers arrived a week later at the funeral. He thought it might be you. Turns out, he still talks to your child's biological father, Alex, and he said he had not heard from you in over a year. Then, two days ago, your child comes home and tells her dad they saw the woman again. He called your boss and asked if she had an employee by the name of Julia Williams and his initial gut instinct was proven right. He took his day off from work to come in to see you, talk to you. He wants to know why you did not come forward.

    You explain that you were afraid of upsetting him and Emma, disrupting their lives even more than it already was. You were nervous that your child might not have known he or she was adopted. But you don't tell him that you began to estrange yourself from their family not because you wanted to, but you felt as though you had to because you did not want to betray his sweet wife.

    As he hugs you, Elijah says you would not have disrupted their lives at all and that Emma knows she is adopted. He asks if you would like to meet them. Teary-eyed, you gladly say yes.
    Girls: Neva, Hope, Katherine, Harlow, Vivienne, Florence, Grace, Nalha, Primrose, Arabella, Isla.

    Boys: Nicholas, Luke, Stephen, Leon, John, William, Henry, Victor, Fredrich, Rainer, Simon, Felix.

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    Alexandra has been dead for six months. You still remember the encounter you had with your child at the wake. You have been debating back and forth about what to do, but have told no one, not even your best friend or older sister, that you went to the wake, and then sent anonymous flowers to the funeral. Should you call to let them know you were there, try to reconnect with them after you dropped off the face of the earth for no apparent reason? Or should you just forget about the whole thing, get on with your life, and allow them to move on in their grief?

    Fate decides for you.

    What happens? Roll the dice

    Odd #: Make it up yourself. This is just based on my game.

    At back-to-school night at the school you teach at, you are excited to meet all the parents. You small talk with everyone, when you notice that William has wandered into the room, looking confused. You quietly work your way to him. He asks you if he is in Mrs. Elliott's class without looking up from the map of the school, and you say, "No, this is Ms. Field's class." He looks up at the sound of your name, and looks surprised.

    "Scarlett?" He asks. You ignore the looks from the other parents, and continue the conversation. You explain that you are a teacher there, and that he needs to find his kids actual classes. He smiles and gives you his card and says, "We need to catch up."
    Boys: Maxwell, Bennett, Oliver, Elliott and Archer.

    Girls: Rose, Juliet, Aria, Cora and Scarlett


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