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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. ]

Comments

TEN MILLION YEARS LATER

[somnifacient]

Cats are fickle, but they're mostly pretty nice.

[An idle comment, brought on by his own bias towards felines. It's neither here nor there, but for some reason Noctis deems it necessary to say anyway.]

And please don't say that. [-he says in response to Bellamy's comment.] I really like this hand, and I don't want it to become some alien lizard's snack.

Besides, you don't think... Cathaway and Prince would allow that to happen to us, would you? [The question is directed to both.]

we make a beautiful glacier

[decommission]

[ There's a sense of ? directed specifically toward his connection with Bellamy, a silent hitch of question toward his interest. The imagery pulses with sudden color before dissipating, Steve's attention turned toward the verbal conversation.

He squints at the question. ]

Probably not. [ There's a distinct lack of conviction in that statement. ] But they are kinda... hands off.

[ Oof. ]

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Is that a joke?

[ Bellamy sounds more tired than irritated. Their situation would be funny if Bellamy could see any immediate way out of it. ]

I don't think they'd let us be eaten, [ Bellamy agrees, though it has to be said: ] Not on purpose, at least.

[ Accidents happen. And this whole hatching seemed like an accident from start to finish. ]

[somnifacient]

[If it was a joke, it's cringe-worthy. Noctis only raises a brow, not sure if he should look unimpressed or otherwise.

He settles for something in-between. Like Bellamy, he's too tired to feel any real agitation.]

"Probably" and "not on purpose". You two really inspire confidence, has anyone ever told you that?

[He is, however, mostly joking.]

[decommission]

All the time. [ Still joking, though with more apology this time. And to make it more sincere - ] You, uh, want me to grab anything for you guys?

[ Something to eat or drink, if they haven't gotten the chance to in a while. ]

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[ Steve's question provokes an immediate, obvious thought: I want a book. But Bellamy looks down at the stains peeking out from beneath the creature, and sighs. ]

Something to eat, if you can manage it.

[ Clearly not Bellamy's first choice, but it's a practical request. ]

If you see the Prince anywhere, can you tell him to come see us?

[ Bellamy still hasn't given up hope that Prince is going to be able to give them some kind of insight. ]

[somnifacient]

Something to drink. [Something carbonated and bubbly, preferably.] ...please.

[But Noctis just nods at the request to bring Prince if Steve happens to stumble across him. A few more answers, if the man could provide it, would be nice.]