[OTA] The rabbit has done died.

[starscrownher]

She had really, sincerely, truly been hoping that she had the flu. Even though she was virtually never ill and there was no virus going around the Deck, she'd mostly convinced herself she had one and she'd be over it in a week or so. The five pregnancy tests just had been because she'd been curious about how they worked. But given every single one

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[oneirophiliac]

Annie's on her way back to the castle, Aristotle looped round her neck, when she spots Urania and waves. "Hey, what's doing?"

[starscrownher]

Aristotle, at least, gets a brighter grin than what Urania's been giving most people this morning since she left Club Castle and Frankie's office. "Hey there," she says. "I'm getting some sun." And some thinking time.

[oneirophiliac]

"That makes three of us," Annie snickers, letting Aristotle bite harmlessly at her finger. "Aristotle got antsy after the eggs were laid- he's going to be a daddy for the first time- so he practically insisted on being brought out."

[starscrownher]

Urania chokes slightly, which wouldn't be her usual reaction. "So...he's excited about it, then?" she asks after a moment of trying to remember what breathing is. She was pretty sure Isaac was in the shell-shocked state of '...what? no, really, what?'

To be fair, she was right there with him.

[oneirophiliac]

Annie shrugs. "As far as I can tell. He's some state of agitated, anyway. Natural sunlight instead of my usual UV bulbs might help.

"...you all right?"

[starscrownher]

It takes a second, because Urania is seriously wondering if staying out in the natural sunlight is going to help her. The panic seems to be rising and falling.

"Um," she says, "yes, fine. Just an odd day so far."

[oneirophiliac]

Annie will raise an eyebrow at that. "Hopefully it won't get any odder. What's been weird so far?"

[starscrownher]

"So far?" Headtilt. It's mostly out of habit, though. "Well, I'm pregnant and Isaac proposed."

[oneirophiliac]

Jaw. Drop. And just barely preventing herself from screeching in shock. What comes out is mostly a high-pitched garble of words that simply don't make sense.

[starscrownher]

What did she say, Annie. Did she not say it had been an odd day. Because. Seriously.

[oneirophiliac]

"...so. That order of events, huh?" This from a not-much-calmer Annie, only settling because Aristotle is moving agitatedly and bound to bite worse than before.

[starscrownher]

A sigh, and then a laugh. "Yeah, that order, I'm afraid." Urania runs a hand through her hair. "But it'll be okay."

[oneirophiliac]

"You're sure you're okay with this. I mean, not that it's not good, but... you're really sure you wanna get married? Just because of a baby?" Annie's looking down at Aristotle as he twines around her wrist.

[starscrownher]

Urania's quiet for a moment, and then she smiles a little bit, and nods. "Yes," she says. "I love Isaac, and I think...no, I definitely would have wanted to marry him anyway."

[oneirophiliac]

She nods firmly at the answer, smiling as she untwines Aristotle from around her wrist and bends to curl him around her ankle. "Good. I don't want you to be unhappy." And then suddenly she's lunging in for a clinging hug.

[starscrownher]

"I'm going to be," Urania says, and hugs back. The panic is fading back again, though she knows it'll be back in force again soon.