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[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine was in Conan's room, having just recently broken into it. She had meant to chase her friend out of hiding except he wasn't there at the moment. Surprising, but Dairine was pleased. He had been avoiding people too much lately. It wasn't healthy.

Well, while she was here, she might as well wait to see if he'll show up. Taking out her journal she starts a message that she's been meaning to make.]

[Galadriel]

I need to talk to you about something.

[With that done, she begins flipping through the journal as she waits. Suddenly she hears a cracking noise. Looking over at the egg, she can see that it is beginning to hatch. Curious, she walks over, trying to get a closer look. What kind of egg would Conan have around?

That's when the egg break open, revealing a medium-sized, turtle-like creature. Well, turtle was as close as she could describe the creature, which was more like a dome with eyes and seven pairs of stubby legs. It looks almost as if it were made out of layers of pale translucent white glass with thin layers of color mixed within. The glass glowed from some hidden layer deep inside. Kicking it's legs, the creature wobbled a bit before climb out of the egg. It took a few steps over before bumping into her leg.]

With!

Oh my god... [Reaching down, she picks the creature up to get a closer look at it, earning a protesting "With!" and numerous kicking legs. There was no denying it. This... was a first generation mobile, the species she had invented. The voice sounds slightly different from the others she knew, but it still had that voice-synthesizer quality to it. She gently puts it down and watches as it starts investigating the room.]

What are you doing here?


[Later she and the mobile can be found out in the yard. It is very curious, trying to run ahead of her constantly. Thankfully she's fast enough to keep up. Anyone outside though might have a glassy turtle come up to them suddenly, moving like a fast wind-up toy. It stares up curiously.]

With?

((All but the filtered message is open to all.))

Comments

[deductiongeek]

[Conan. of course chooses that exact moment to enter the room. He stops and stares at the scene.]

Dairine, what are you doing?

[He couldn't even be surprised that she had broken into his room again.]

[wizard_redfive]

Oh, hey Conan. [She says as if this is totally normal, being in his room without his permission. Sadly, it kind of is.] Watching this little guy.

[She points towards said little guy, who is crawling under the bed now.]

[deductiongeek]

[He really needed to get better locks.]

What is it?

[wizard_redfive]

[As if locks would keep her out.]

A mobile. [She frowns.] Why did you have a mobile in an egg? Mobiles don't hatch from eggs.

[deductiongeek]

What exactly is a mobile?

[wizard_redfive]

They're a species of sentient supercomputers. Very smart and very quick learners.

[Said mobile is now on the other side of the bed and is leaning its front legs (three sets at least) on his dresser, trying to look up at what's on top. When that does not seem to work, it moves over to Conan and runs into his leg.]

With.

[deductiongeek]

[Conan looks down at it it blankly.]

Why is there a sentient supercomputer in my room?

Dairine

[inafadingcrown]

Of course, pinig. You have my full attention.

Galadriel

[wizard_redfive]

Um... Can we meet in person for this?

[She'd like to think she won't be overheard here, but you never know. Conan might bug his room or something. She wouldn't put it past him.]

Dairine

[inafadingcrown]

[And now she's a little bit worried.] Of course. Shall I come to you or you to me?

Galadriel

[wizard_redfive]

I can meet you. [Galadriel's room is probably safer anyway.]

Are you in your room? I can drop by in a minute.

Dairine

[inafadingcrown]

I am. I will be expecting you.

Galadriel -> Action

[wizard_redfive]

Right. I'll be there.

[It takes longer than a minute. In fact, it takes a good half hour at least for Dairine to leave Conan's room after the addition of... their kid... hatches. But eventually there is a knock at the door, and Dairine is standing outside. At her feet is the mobile, who followed her there.]

Action (Later outside)

[teenagebadboy]

[Aaron had just returned from a walk with Clyde when he encounters the turtle thing. Its stare is met with one of his own. He has never seen anything like it before and he's worried this is another castle trick. But for now he'll play it safe.]

What the 'eck is you?

[Meanwhile Clyde will sniff the creature curiously.]

All the action

[wizard_redfive]

Poirot.

[The mobile answers helpfully. He regards the four-legged creature curiously, having mostly seen two legged ones so far. He tries to gently bump into its leg in a show of friendship.]

Data. [He requests. New creature, need data.]

[teenagebadboy]

A poirot?

[Aaron replies with a puzzled expression. He then watches as Clyde interact with the "poirot", ready to drag him off if it turns hostile.

Clyde gives the peculiar creature a look as it bumps against him. He barks at it. It doesn't seem to be another dog at least. But the German Shepard has no idea what it is. Which makes two of them. So Clyde will just continue to bark. It's a trained guard dog so it's not as curios as other dogs. It's more cautiously observing the "poirot"]

[wizard_redfive]

Negative. Save file. [By which he means it's his name, not his species. But alas, his vocabulary is still minimal at best.]

[The barking doesn't really disturb the mobile, who can tell it is some form of data sharing, though slower than it is used to. It stares at the creature, a few more 'eyes' opening on its glassy front to aid it. The Speech is still new to the baby, but it can get the general gist of what it is saying.]

No threat. [Or rather, he isn't a threat to them. At least not unless something drastic changed, and he needed to protect himself.]

[teenagebadboy]

[Aaron frowns and stares down at the thing. Looks like it's some kind robot. But Aaron hasn't seen anything like it before. When the robot opens more eyes Clyde slides away and presses his ears against his head. The dog whines a little in worry and Aaron scratches its neck.]

OK. Good to know. Why are you here?

[wizard_redfive]

Waiting for Mother.

action

[inlifesname]

[Nita hasn't spent much time around the mobiles, but she's seen them. So when she's approached by one, she smiles]

Hey, little guy.

[And then she immediately starts looking around for her sister.]

action

[wizard_redfive]

[Friendly human! The mobile walks up, bumping into her shin when it overestimates the distance between them.]

Greetings, slowlife.

[How it manages to make that sound unoffensive is a mystery. Not far off, Dairine is running towards them both. She starts to slow down once she sees who is there with her baby now.]

Poirot! Oh, hey, Neets.

[inlifesname]

[Oh, that is... somehow not only inoffensive, but also rather cute. Do mobiles like being petted? She'll try, anyway, patting the little guy's head.]

Hey, Dair. I see you got one of your little dudes.

[wizard_redfive]

[Well they certainly do not mind! The mobile lifts its head happily, content with the patting until Dairine comes within range. Then it moves over to bump into her shin with a cheerful "Mother!" Dairine smiles down at it fondly.]

Yeah. Apparently the castle has been giving out eggs this year, and this little guy hatched from mine. [And Conan's, but she'll get to that in a bit.] A little weird having the castle give me someone who should be 40 trillion light-years away, but I'm glad to see him.

[inlifesname]

What around here isn't a little weird? At least this is the good kind of odd.

[wizard_redfive]

Yeah... [She leans down to pick Poirot up after much insisting from his part, earning some happy computer noises for the mobile.]

Though I wonder if this means the babies aren't showing up this month.