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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

[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.

[inlifesname]

I read about that. [Pause] You didn't get a kid, did you?

[wizard_redfive]

Nah, the castle isn't that stupid. [She hopes.]

I have enough things to take care of without a kid anyway.

[After all, she practically has a mini menagerie now.]

[inlifesname]

Good. I'm not sure I'm ready to be an aunt.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine starts laughing.]

Too late for that! I already have over 2000 of these guys, remember?

[She pats the mobile in her arms.]

[inlifesname]

[Okay, Neets has to laugh a little at that.]

Thank the Powers that they all have the same birthday!

[wizard_redfive]

That does make things a little easier.

[Not that they can get presents up there every year. 40 trillion light years is no easy trip.]

[inlifesname]

The shipping rates are gonna kill me, though. [Grin]

[wizard_redfive]

I'm sure we can find you a discount. [Somehow. If anyone can do it, the mobiles can.]