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CHARACTERS: Bellamy + Noctis, their gross offspring, and you.
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY :048 - DAY :050
SUMMARY: accept a visual representation
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.

( the hatchening | closed to bellamy and noctis )
[ At first, Bellamy thinks he's broken it somehow in the transition. Can you take this? There's something else I want to do, he'd asked after having come across Noctis in the hall. There's only so long anyone could hold an egg, and Bellamy finished in the library. He'd meant to pawn the egg on the first willing party he found, and go to the training wing. Instead, as he extends the egg towards Noctis, there's an audible crunching noise. Bellamy stalls, looking down to where both his hands and egg are poised over Noctis' outstretched hands. ]

Is it...leaking?

[ Something is dripping, slick over Bellamy's hands and splattering over Noctis' upturned palms. It's black. Bellamy's thoughts flicker to nightblood and Ontari, chest split open and Murphy and Abby's arms stained black to the elbow with her blood. It's a gruesome image, even if it only lingers for a split second before obvious worry over what's happened to the egg crowds it out of his head. ]

Was this supposed to hatch?

[ Surely someone would have been keeping track of when it was supposed to hatch. The idea that it's happened by chance is worrisome, though Bellamy's afraid to move in case he makes the situation worse, even if it's to go find Cathaway or Prince to try to foist the splintering egg off on them. His mind latches hard onto Noctis, fretfully wrenching his attention to the matter at hand as if Noctis isn't already attentive enough. ]
( the baby shower | ota )
[ They're stuck.

This becomes very obvious about five minutes in, after the initial panic has settles. For all intents and purposes, Bellamy and Noctis are holding hands. They have six little legs wrapped from wrist to wrist, with six tiny sets of claws to pinch each time they try to detach. To be fair, neither of them have tried very hard upon mutual agreement.

At least the dripping has stopped.

Feel free to bump into them and remark upon their snoozing appendage's charming visage. ]

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Your friend's fuckin' ugly.

[ A shrug. ]

This is what you fuckin' get for playing Suzie Homemaker.

[ bellamy doesn't really get this reference, sorry noctis he's no help. ]

This isn't helpful, Annie.

[ also their offspring's face has character!! ]

Who the hell said I was here to help? The fuck do you want me to do about it anyway? My shit only works on my own monsters.

[ Still she reaches out to prod the slimy proto-thing. It makes a hiffy little noise about it, claws tightening irritably. ]

Hey, be careful. [-comes the warning to Annie as she pokes at the slime dragon. It's almost comical how quickly Noctis can adopt the Concerned Parent voice in a situation like this.]

I don't think it likes that. [The way he can feel it tense around his wrist tells him this much.]

Nah? [ Sarcasm. ] You don't think so?

[ She just wiggles her fingers at it further. She is really just daring it to bite her. It makes more grumbling whiny noises before finally snapping at her. Her fingers dance away. ]

Nope, don't think it likes that. So, what, you two are just gonna sit here and hold hands all day? You hate running your laps that much?

Cut it out. [He looks vaguely alarmed when it snaps at her, rightfully so.] If you make this thing angry and it decides to rip our arms off or something, I'm blaming you.

[Geez.]

What else are we supposed to do?

It's probably not big enough to rip your arm off yet, don't be dramatic.

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

It might just strangle the circulation out of your limb, that, I think it's probably ready to do. Isn't that right, killer?

[ She goes in like she's going to bop it on the head, and that's when it finally catches her, teeth closing around... most of her fist. Then it hisses and recoils. Annie just kind of peers at the needle marks dispassionately. ]

It's certainly not gonna eat any of us at that rate.

Edited (clarity) 2017-06-07 19:31 (UTC)

[Noctis almost starts with a jolt when the creature snaps at Annie. In that annoying feedback loop, he feels a sting at his own hand -- it's disorienting, something that he hasn't quite gotten used to when caught off guard in such a way.

Also, definitely retracting his hand now. Also Bellamy's. Sorry, buddy.]

Annie. Seriously. You're pissing it off.

[He eyes her fist, now marked with tiny teeth bites.]

What if it's poisonous or something?