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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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Grounder mythology is surprisingly shallow when someone takes the opportunity to pick it apart. Lexa's been forced to almost out of necessity in understanding what lies within her neck. She doesn't like knowing about it, doesn't like the divide in sensibilities that it brings out in her, but it happens just the same.

Just the same, the mythology is so shallow that she almost thinks that Bellamy is asking Noctis that question instead of her. It takes her a moment to register that she's incorrect.]

I believe if we had anything like this, you would be the first to know. [That's ... not a very long answer, but Lexa is more startled that she's been asked than anything. Yes, they have mythology, but it's so far removed from ... this.]

[Noctis has already gone through his mental bestiary, which Bellamy at this point had been privy to. And so the man looks at Lexa expectantly, hoping to hear something that would give them even the smallest clue as to what this creature could be. (And, lingering in the back of his mind, a curiosity concerning legends from a world he's unfamiliar with.)

He's a little disappointed, but not surprised, when there's no information to be had. Regardless, the curiosity's still there, though he figures right now isn't the time nor the place to ask about it. He can indulge himself in the mythologies of another culture when the situation is not quite as... awkward as it is now.]

Well, if you remember anything, be sure to let us know. In the meanwhile, I guess we'll just let it sleep.