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sirenspull_ooc2013-03-23 02:36 pm
paterelohim) wrote in sirenspull_ooc2013-03-23 02:36 pm
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Pregnancy Meme!
This is some serious shit. Knocked up, eating for two, the rabbit done died, carrying assbabies.
So what are you gonna do now, fuckweed? Cry, celebrate, hail the glorious Lord Satan for making this mpreg possible? Any way you slice it, you have to deal with this.
What you're gonna do is reply to this post, new mother/gypsy-cursed father, with your character's name and what numbered scenarios you're open to, as follows:
0. Finding out/telling people: you just found out you're pregnant, or you're just starting to tell people. Have fun!
1-3: Trimesters: this one is easy. You're in your first, second, or third trimester. Get as specific or not as you want.
4: Overdue: jesus christ just get it out of me 8(
5: Options: you're considering Other Ways of handling this pregnancy; adoption or abortion. With adoption, this could be either at the beginning or at the end.
6: Dealer's Choice: idk go crazy.
Of course, you can have more than one number at a time in a situation, since Options and Telling People can happen any time.
What about YOU, person replying? You can roll depending on what the person you're replying to is open to, and then figure out your own situation. Here are your options:
1: YOU ARE THE FATHER: wow way to go you suck. Better step up, asshole, or we'll feed you to the Darkness.
2: Friend: time for support, shopping, and maybe awkward magic help, depending on how horrified the pregnant father is. 8|
3: Enemy: point and laugh. Do it. Or make terrible evil plots, it's up to you.
4: Dealer's Choice: yeeeaaaaaah.
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couldn't decide, so rolled a 2
Franz is at least over the initial fear and misery of the first month, when he was still deciding whether or not he wanted to go through with this mess at all. It's a mistake. He's a man. While the culprit has been tentatively names as the Core, as a new part of his latent abilities, Franz wonders if at some point a sorceress overheard him complain that Daedalus would prefer a girl, or he'd hate to be a woman, and made a terrible example of him.
He is changing, his genetic code rewritten. Most of it is over Franz's head, though Daedalus finds it fascinating (why couldn't it have been him), but as he gathers for whatever reason, he is both male and female at once, and a little bit too much fun and too much proximity to potent male hormones not his own awakened the female side. Which was a great way to find out that Daedalus was taking some kind of enhancers, God only knows why.
Franz hated it at first. He barely understood his own reasoning, but when termination was brought up, he barely considered it. Adding fuel to the whole 'sorceress' theory was that, after some repeated assurances that he is no less a man for it, he thought, hell, why not. We might not get another chance at this, not a baby that's ours. And Daedalus was supportive, as damned well he should be. He understood and accepted why Franz might not want to continue, and even made sure they both understood the situation as much as humanly possible, and wanted to be quite certain there was no risk for Franz in it. It has been a difficult pregnancy, the hormonal changes being quite drastic. Franz has been puking a lot. He's given up alcohol and caffeine by pure necessity alone.
Though always very supportive (almost too supportive, sometimes, as Franz has snapped at him more than once about his fussing) Daedalus has been like a pot boiling over with ridiculous joy since Franz decided they would try to have the baby and announced it to their friends. Of course he's here today with Franz in the waiting room. They're next up for an ultrasound.]
This is so weird, I can't believe it. [Franz whispers to Daedalus.]
...They haven't changed out their magazines and I kind of wanted to see the promised expose about Neveah Knorr and her affair with... Judith Whatever.
Re: couldn't decide, so rolled a 2
[Daedalus whispers at his side, giving his hand another reassuring squeeze while he fills out all the clipboard paperwork balanced on one knee and pops a quick kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.
Sure, it's a bit strange, but their situation is hardly a dilemma (though they'll be arguing as much when they go to court with SERO pharmaceuticals for unlisted side effects- Diego's cooked up a very good case, and it's fair payback for a hundred or more favors, and it will pay for all the bills and hormone shots and hopefully some of the baby's college money) and as far as Daedalus is concerned it's a rather unconventional way to go about having exactly what they've wanted. He's promised Franz anything in the world he wants, to make up for the surprise of it all.
A mutated body can't be very easy to deal with, after all, but Daedalus has set about figuring out precisely what's been going on since they first noticed changes, and has been obsessed with every small detail of Franz's health and wellness. He's going to be the most ecstatic and loving father- that's what everyone who hasn't been too awkwardly shying away from this has been telling Franz.
Raul's amused as hell. Re-l's seemed warmly distanced from the whole ordeal, but relieved that her friend's attentions have finally swung around in full to marvel at a new miracle.]
Magazines? [He winces, eying that Knorr girl's December issue cover photo with a distaste that strains not to look too patronizing. And not too pained, because her fetishied wings sometimes look a little too close to Monad's.] Oh my dear, but those are trash! Here. You should finish this.
[It's seemed like Daedalus has spent every waking moment when he's not directly taking care of Franz doing his research. And he's been pushing plenty of literature at his expecting partner, too. Which is why he tsks dismissively at the AGI publications, and reaches for his NV-reader to pass over- there's still 30% of an article on suggested hermaphroditic birthing procedures that he should really be reviewing, instead of skimming the gossip rags.]
...are you nervous? An ultrasound doesn't hurt at all. The gel's a little strange, but the technician will even let me do it, I'm sure. [He has a charming way of bullying other doctors into letting him be a very hands-on part of the process.]
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Franz suspects he might not have survived it - emotionally, physically - without Daedalus's hand to hold. They really in this together.]
If I see our baby, that makes it... real. Don't tell me that doesn't make you at least a little bit nervous.
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He knows it hasn't been easy on Franz. That alone is enough to shower him in all the support he can.]
Oh, of course I'm nervous! I've been nervous as hell. [He hasn't lost that beaming smile, though, and if there's anyone who's kept a glow about the entire business, it's Daedalus.]
But once we know the baby's healthy, and that you're healthy, we'll both feel much better about it. I know there's been so many complications- but complications doesn't mean we won't be fine- all three of us.
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It's not long before they're ushered into another room. Franz is ill at ease, and grabs for Daedalus's hand.]
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[Daedalus assures him with a tired rub to his shoulders and very fond exasperation, passing along the NV.
He takes Franz's hand when they're called, and only now do the nerves catch up with him a little, biting at the inside of his cheek with excitement. It's a small room with a chair, for the sonogram exam.]
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[Daedalus is reassuring, stroking his hand, and the technician gives them a look, and Daedalus turns his head so that Franz can't quite see the exchange as it happens on his face, but it could be his usual smiling gentleness that also has its charms, or it might be a stern look of authority -
Either way, there's a wary hesitation from the woman, but only for a moment - she turns the work over and goes to adjust the monitor, grateful pleasantries exchanged as Daedalus too happily applies a coating of the gel over Franz 's swelling belly, and there's so much blur of professsional and personal lines here that he 's barely thinking about, all wistful in the face and wondering at the changes to his body.]
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That's better. [He smiles a little.]
Thank you. [He murmurs quietly, though it's not clear if it's addressing the attendant or Daedalus, possibly both.]
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Now we're only going to apply a bit of pressure, and it's like a little game of hunting, actually, because the fetus will still be so small. You've seen the pictures of what they typically look like by now, so you know exactly what we'll see, but the baby could be at an odd angle, so-
... In Romdeau things were a little easier on us.
[He admits, smiling, but would rather have it be like this than any 24 hour window on a mechanical womb.]
Just tell me if you feel anything strange, or if you hurt.
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If they were anywhere but Siren's Port, he might consider himself an abomination. He is glad for Daedalus's guidance, here.]
It tickles, but it doesn't hurt...
[Franz's gaze is finally torn from Daedalus to watch the screen.] Is that...?
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See, yes! [He points out with pleasure, and can't even contain the strong, funny feeling welling up in his chest.] There's the head, and right now I know it seems a lot bigger than it should, compared to the body, but the brain needs plenty of development time- See look? It's in profile- and there's a little nose!
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Hello there, little one.
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[Daedalus breathes, also transfixed on the screen, only barely aware that his eyes are brimming wet until he has to blink the blur of it away.]
Oh Franz, just look....
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Against all odds, we made that... [Seeing Daedalus - who is made uncomfortable by fits of emotion, who cringes at tears, brim up, gets him going too. He sniffles.]
Totally unbelievable.
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[He agrees softly, whispering, his face absolutely transported with wonder. Daedalus leans a little into his touch, adjusting for a slightly better angle.]
...aren't you excited for it now?
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Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?
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That looks like a girl, to me! It's kinda hard to tell from this angle. The amniocentesis will be far more accurate.
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The potential complications are still... concerning, but what they sees looks healthy, most importantly, and the fluid sample later should confirm up everything else he needs to know in order to prepare.
Let Franz fuss over nursery planning. They'll narrow down their names. They have time. There's still so much time and yet time keeps racing on them.
He strokes his thumb at Franz's hand, letting go of the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.]
Yes. Yes, she is...
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God, this is. I don't know. [There are still tears in his eyes, his face is read, threatening, but they don't fall.]
Is she going to be okay with us?
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[As for raising her, well... Daedalus is surprisingly calm, surprisingly ready for that, and thrilled at the prospect. How to raise a child for success in Siren's Port might be a lot different than tailoring a child to their raison d'etre in Romdeau, but for Daedalus, that sounds like the very finest sort of adventure to embark upon with Franz. He's thrilled at the idea of sleepless nights and development diaries and fathering. It's the pregnancy, and the potential for complications that keeps him up at night.
He bends until his face is at level with Franz's, and he sounds the desperate kind of sincere that's carried them all the way through this so far.]
I will do everything, everything I can to make sure she's going to be absolutely perfect with us.