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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.))

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[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.