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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Summer is here, and the warm shines brightly above, well lighting the area around the creator vessel where Sinclair, the Creator scholar, has set up a great deal of equipment. She is at the barrier that separates her vessel from the rest of the city and beckoning any being that cares to submit to her care for a moment, for the greater good, she claims.<br> <br>Mirana walks up to the fence herself, and looks to the creator woman. She'd tried to peal herself away, but someone wanted her for a short campain up at Mossy Stone again, then.. the children.. she couldn't say no when they asked for just one more song, so, Mira hadn't made good on her word to tell the creators what was discussed at Noon Day a couple of days ago, but she resolved to do so today. In her best attempt at the first tongue, "Hello! Hum, what is this here? Also, can we discuss something Great Creator? Do you need assistance?" She asks as she looks over all the equipment, patting her belly a moment with a smile.<br> <br>One of the Creators out and about? A bit of a curiosity, although not completely unheard of these days, judging by the talk around town. Sveta hasn't had been close up and personal with them ever since the lowball tournament in their honour, and it's been a while...she's a little hesitant at first, but the sight of a familiar face eases the goshawk's trepidation somewhat and she steps forward to take a better look, although mindful to keep a reasonable length of personal space between her and everyone else.<br> <br>Happy for a chance to help out with... Whatever it was, Dio happily stride towards the fenced area with a smile nearly as warm and bright as the sun. What poor soul that may have to sumbit this lion for questioning, but things such as that may happen when a universal call is set forth. "Oooh, what's all this lass," he shouts, rapidly approaching the equipment, hovering over it and tapping a thing or two with a clawed finger. Greeting familiar faces would have to wait it would seem.<br> <br>Sierra is wearing her heavy smoked glasses and cloak as she's out and about. A close look would show her nose has something on it as well, probably oil, but possible something more and she's even got gloves on. She looks miserable, but curiousity has gotten the better of her and so she's poking around. Spotting at least one familiar face and one familiar stench, she offers a wave to them all. <br> <br>"Oh!" exclaims Sinclair as Mirana half-waddles up towards her, "I haven't had a chance to inspect a pregnant one yet. Please come in." She pulls open the fence, gesturing almost impatiently for Mirana to approach her work area, "Plenty of time for discussion," she says as if she may only be half listening, clearly more interested in inspecting Mirana than having a lengthy discourse. "How long have you been pregnant, and how long do you estimate until delivery? Have you had any complications?" She reaches to a device that hovers in the air with no visible supports and turns it towards Mirana. It seems to somehow 'know' what Sinclair wants, the machine spirits inside making it swivel automatically to stay focused on Mirana. Sinclair notices other volunteers, "Such dutiful beings," she says in a complimenting tone, gesturing to form a que.<br> <br>Mirana continues her waddle up to Sinclair, and looks, slightly concerned, "Haven't.. inspected a pregnant one?" she asks a moment, then gives a slight yip as the machine starts focusing on her. Well, maybe if she answered questions, she could get into what she was here to discuss? "I.. I think since early Febuary.. I really noticed.. well.. in March. Umm... I.. I'm thinking mid-November, around then, though late October and early December are possible, it.. I can't figure out eactly when, um.. complications? Not.. really, nothing beyond the usual swollen paws, craving, morning sickness early on, heartburn.. umm I'm fairly sure I'm having twins, that is a bit unusual." She looks over the scholar a bit while she answers, "Some.. beings and I, we have discussions at Noon Day Mass, and, I was hoping to have time to talk to one of you or yours about our... condition on the planet, what should.. well... be done with us." it seems that being looked over and questioned such as caused her to feel the spotlight, she hardly looks back and waves when Dio, Sveta, and Sierra arrive.<br> <br>"I...have no idea, my dear Lion of Ineffable Questions," Sveta says in reply to Dio's question, after returning both Sierra and Mirana's greeting with a respectful dip of her head each. Dutifully, the goshawk's sense of propriety leads her to the head of the queue just behind where Mirana was, fully expecting Dio to fall in place behind her. Her attention, though, is more focued on the floating device than Dio. "They seem to be wanting something from us again, although I'm sure it's nothing nefarious. Otherwise it wouldn't be out in public, would it? Well," she says with a shrug, "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."<br> <br>A que? Lines? Where's the fun in such structure? Dio crosses his arms across his chest, almost as if he were pouting just a bit, even complimented by a minor "Hmph!" With his mind now set on another track, he finally recognizes the familiar faces, causing his smile to appear once more in full stride. He waves over to Mirana. And as predictied, the lion does indeed take a position behind Sveta. "Indeed we will, Bird of Logical Logic," he chuckles, putting his large hands upon her shoulder and gently patting a few times, as if he were playing around with a drinking buddy of sorts.<br> <br>Sinclair guides Mirana to sit down on a flat but deceptively comfortable table, "What did you want to know?" she asks as she pulls out a curious bowl like device, "This may tingle a little." And by a little she means a lot. As it's placed on the swollen being's belly, the entire dome seems to tingle throughout for a few moments. On a previously dark surface, a strange image appears, its meaning quite difficult to determine, though Sinclair seems fascinated by it, "Twins," she confirms, adjusting the bowl lightly, "Very interesting, not what I expected." She takes a moment to scribble some notes furiously. "What I wouldn't pay to study your ancestors every century since your arrival," she says largely to herself.<br> <br>Sierra stands in the queue as well after a moment. She glances around curiously at the.. everything. She murmurs, "This is interesting enough. Definitely further than what I can do, but... I wish we'd stop using it. It's lazy, borrowing so much" She then leans from side to side, rubbing the back of her head..<br> <br>Mirana takes a seat on the table and... with some effert swings herself up onto it properly. Once up though, she lays back and relaxes into it, "Almost... like a bed." she says outloud before she notices. When the device is pressed to her though she gives a very loud yelp, "What, what are-" then a strange image. Mira looks over it many times over, trying to see what the scholar saw in it. "This.. isn't hurting.. my kits is it?" she asks, worry filling her as quickly as the odd tingle. Part of her wants to dart up and bolt, but she stays right where she is. "What is.. unexpected? What do you see?" she asks again, her mission forgotten for a moment till, "Oh.. umm... we did some.. discussing and, thought it would be best if we were not uplifted to the same point as our creators, that we be given time to find our own path towards similar greatness, for... various.. Are they ok, what do you see?" she asks again.

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Revision as of 18:14, 2 August 2013

Participants

• Dio
• Mirana
• Nuku
• Sierra
• Sveta

Date

2/8/476

Log

Summer is here, and the warm shines brightly above, well lighting the area around the creator vessel where Sinclair, the Creator scholar, has set up a great deal of equipment. She is at the barrier that separates her vessel from the rest of the city and beckoning any being that cares to submit to her care for a moment, for the greater good, she claims.

Mirana walks up to the fence herself, and looks to the creator woman. She'd tried to peal herself away, but someone wanted her for a short campain up at Mossy Stone again, then.. the children.. she couldn't say no when they asked for just one more song, so, Mira hadn't made good on her word to tell the creators what was discussed at Noon Day a couple of days ago, but she resolved to do so today. In her best attempt at the first tongue, "Hello! Hum, what is this here? Also, can we discuss something Great Creator? Do you need assistance?" She asks as she looks over all the equipment, patting her belly a moment with a smile.

One of the Creators out and about? A bit of a curiosity, although not completely unheard of these days, judging by the talk around town. Sveta hasn't had been close up and personal with them ever since the lowball tournament in their honour, and it's been a while...she's a little hesitant at first, but the sight of a familiar face eases the goshawk's trepidation somewhat and she steps forward to take a better look, although mindful to keep a reasonable length of personal space between her and everyone else.

Happy for a chance to help out with... Whatever it was, Dio happily stride towards the fenced area with a smile nearly as warm and bright as the sun. What poor soul that may have to sumbit this lion for questioning, but things such as that may happen when a universal call is set forth. "Oooh, what's all this lass," he shouts, rapidly approaching the equipment, hovering over it and tapping a thing or two with a clawed finger. Greeting familiar faces would have to wait it would seem.

Sierra is wearing her heavy smoked glasses and cloak as she's out and about. A close look would show her nose has something on it as well, probably oil, but possible something more and she's even got gloves on. She looks miserable, but curiousity has gotten the better of her and so she's poking around. Spotting at least one familiar face and one familiar stench, she offers a wave to them all.

"Oh!" exclaims Sinclair as Mirana half-waddles up towards her, "I haven't had a chance to inspect a pregnant one yet. Please come in." She pulls open the fence, gesturing almost impatiently for Mirana to approach her work area, "Plenty of time for discussion," she says as if she may only be half listening, clearly more interested in inspecting Mirana than having a lengthy discourse. "How long have you been pregnant, and how long do you estimate until delivery? Have you had any complications?" She reaches to a device that hovers in the air with no visible supports and turns it towards Mirana. It seems to somehow 'know' what Sinclair wants, the machine spirits inside making it swivel automatically to stay focused on Mirana. Sinclair notices other volunteers, "Such dutiful beings," she says in a complimenting tone, gesturing to form a que.

Mirana continues her waddle up to Sinclair, and looks, slightly concerned, "Haven't.. inspected a pregnant one?" she asks a moment, then gives a slight yip as the machine starts focusing on her. Well, maybe if she answered questions, she could get into what she was here to discuss? "I.. I think since early Febuary.. I really noticed.. well.. in March. Umm... I.. I'm thinking mid-November, around then, though late October and early December are possible, it.. I can't figure out eactly when, um.. complications? Not.. really, nothing beyond the usual swollen paws, craving, morning sickness early on, heartburn.. umm I'm fairly sure I'm having twins, that is a bit unusual." She looks over the scholar a bit while she answers, "Some.. beings and I, we have discussions at Noon Day Mass, and, I was hoping to have time to talk to one of you or yours about our... condition on the planet, what should.. well... be done with us." it seems that being looked over and questioned such as caused her to feel the spotlight, she hardly looks back and waves when Dio, Sveta, and Sierra arrive.

"I...have no idea, my dear Lion of Ineffable Questions," Sveta says in reply to Dio's question, after returning both Sierra and Mirana's greeting with a respectful dip of her head each. Dutifully, the goshawk's sense of propriety leads her to the head of the queue just behind where Mirana was, fully expecting Dio to fall in place behind her. Her attention, though, is more focued on the floating device than Dio. "They seem to be wanting something from us again, although I'm sure it's nothing nefarious. Otherwise it wouldn't be out in public, would it? Well," she says with a shrug, "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

A que? Lines? Where's the fun in such structure? Dio crosses his arms across his chest, almost as if he were pouting just a bit, even complimented by a minor "Hmph!" With his mind now set on another track, he finally recognizes the familiar faces, causing his smile to appear once more in full stride. He waves over to Mirana. And as predictied, the lion does indeed take a position behind Sveta. "Indeed we will, Bird of Logical Logic," he chuckles, putting his large hands upon her shoulder and gently patting a few times, as if he were playing around with a drinking buddy of sorts.

Sinclair guides Mirana to sit down on a flat but deceptively comfortable table, "What did you want to know?" she asks as she pulls out a curious bowl like device, "This may tingle a little." And by a little she means a lot. As it's placed on the swollen being's belly, the entire dome seems to tingle throughout for a few moments. On a previously dark surface, a strange image appears, its meaning quite difficult to determine, though Sinclair seems fascinated by it, "Twins," she confirms, adjusting the bowl lightly, "Very interesting, not what I expected." She takes a moment to scribble some notes furiously. "What I wouldn't pay to study your ancestors every century since your arrival," she says largely to herself.

Sierra stands in the queue as well after a moment. She glances around curiously at the.. everything. She murmurs, "This is interesting enough. Definitely further than what I can do, but... I wish we'd stop using it. It's lazy, borrowing so much" She then leans from side to side, rubbing the back of her head..

Mirana takes a seat on the table and... with some effert swings herself up onto it properly. Once up though, she lays back and relaxes into it, "Almost... like a bed." she says outloud before she notices. When the device is pressed to her though she gives a very loud yelp, "What, what are-" then a strange image. Mira looks over it many times over, trying to see what the scholar saw in it. "This.. isn't hurting.. my kits is it?" she asks, worry filling her as quickly as the odd tingle. Part of her wants to dart up and bolt, but she stays right where she is. "What is.. unexpected? What do you see?" she asks again, her mission forgotten for a moment till, "Oh.. umm... we did some.. discussing and, thought it would be best if we were not uplifted to the same point as our creators, that we be given time to find our own path towards similar greatness, for... various.. Are they ok, what do you see?" she asks again.