And then, sometime yesterday evening, there was

[OOM: A Welcoming.]

Earlier this day, there was a

[OOM: Preparation.]

Some women deal with pregnancy well. They even do enjoy it, despite the morning sickness, swelling ankles, new body shape, and a host of other minor discomforts. All of that pales besides the idea of new life, shared with someone you love ( Read more... )

[OOM: February 10, 2005. After the blast in America, in among everything else that happened, a very little thing happens. Annie Wells gets a phone call.]Harry was home last night, only for a moment- he had to gather a few things and head out to the school again. He's at the Academy now, so far as Annie knows. She went with him last night, stayed ( Read more... )

Archie's in the bar again tonight, and while he's not officially on duty, he's far too worried about certain things to really relax. So he sits, watching the room with a cup of tea and a far-away expression as if there are a thousand and one thoughts in his head all vying for his undivided attention. Come distract him from his, er, distraction.

Bob's just coming in from the lake when it hits.

It's like rebooting, only... not. He feels his code shift of its own volition, reconfiguring itself into something new. Something different. Something... soft and cuddly.

"Now what??"

Guardian inna bar.

He's got a plate of toruses next to him and a stack of paper in front of him. He's busy writing up thank-you notes for the people who helped him out over the last two weeks, and general "don't worry, I'm okay now" notes for several other people.

When that's done, he'll be going home.

Going on eight months pregnant, Svava certainly would commandeer a comfortable chair by the fireplace. She has a basketfull of spinning to keep her hands occupied, though when she orders a hot chocolate, the waitrat also brings her a noteShe was rather expecting something like this, sooner or later. The spinning is forgotten (as well as the hot ( Read more... )

((OOM: The old dreamArchie's in the bar today, looking... like he hasn't for a very long time. For one thing, he's dressed himself in his full uniform, from the white knee breeches, to the little black cravat. For another thing, he's sitting over by the Observation windows with a bottle and a glass, slowly drinking himself blind. It's been two ( Read more... )

[ooc: Sometime after his unexpected makeover, Bob wakes up and discovers what happened.

He doesn't handle it well.]