The Eggbaby Meme

[diejoubu]

"Each of your Eggbabies has a built in computer which registers the amount of care-- or lack of care-- it's given. These readings will determine your grade. As you can see the babies exhibit a wide range of emotions and expressions in need. It's your job to fill those needs."

How to: ✦ Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. Others will reply. ✦ Congratulations, the two of you are now in charge of an Eggbaby. You can pretend it's for class or, for those who aren't in school, you can assume the baby is some sort of important mission. It is your job to take care of and keep the baby happy. If you drop the baby, you fail. You can not turn it off. Remember, this is a joint effort. This is a very important assignment that determines if you pass/fail the class or save the world. ✦ You can RNG a number between 1 and 8 to find out what kind of situation you're in. ✦ Good luck! Options: 1. Other plans. You had other plans but now you aren't sure if you can do them because of this baby. Try to convince your partner to do you a favor or else you'll have to drag the baby along with you. 2. Broke baby. Something is seriously wrong with this baby. It won't stop crying no matter what you do and you really wish this thing had an off switch. 3. Lost baby. What do you mean where's the baby? Don't you have it? Wait, you mean, you don't? FU-- WHERE'S THE BABY?! 4. Perfect baby. Your baby never cries. In fact, it doesn't really do much of anything. Wow, this project sure is easy! …Dude, it keeps staring at me. 5. Not my baby. This isn't your baby but you're watching it for a friend until they get back from that super important meeting. They've been gone all day and you hope they'll get back soon. 6. Twins. You're taking care of your baby and someone else's baby. (bonus option: you're taking care of another baby and another and another and another…) 7. MY BABYYYY! What the hell did you do? Your baby is broken. You've failed your assignment. Maybe you can put it together and no one will ever notice or try to steal someone else's baby. 8. Crack baby. Roll again, combine prompts, or make up your own scenario.

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[blacklungs]

John breathes in and keeps his mind focused. Having hope was good and all, but John was the kind of person who liked to focus a little less on feelings and more on doing what needed to be done.

And of course it seemed very unhappy now; that was the form it had taken, the behavior it had adopted in this realm.

"That's why I said we should chunk it."

[hopesustainsme]

"John... I'm sorry." She is going to try distracting it. Cradling it in one arm seems to work just a bit.

She doesn't step away from the circle though because that is dumb as hell.

The baby demon egg though starts cooing up at her. She tries to smile but it looks a bit wrong with her mask on and the fact she just is not happy.

The darkness outside the door almost wavers though.

[blacklungs]

"Shit," John muttered. Stepping into a circle, coming into direct contact with whatever that thing was... he needed to teach her a thing or two about handling supernatural and evil things. As a nun, you would think she would know more about this. "Whatever you do, do not step out of that circle with that thing."

The darkness flutters and comes back. Mama might know that the baby isn't as upset anymore, but she still wants it back.

[hopesustainsme]

She hadn't had as much training or whatever to know better. She just nodded her head.

"It seems happier? But... it is dangerous." She rocks the 'child' considering her options. "I can't do anything right now. The.... Mother is still out there?"

She can sort of sense it and the feeling of it out there has her gut churning with fear.

[blacklungs]

"Of course it's dangerous."

He scowled deeply and went over to one of the windows, and pressed the button on the weapon he had brought out, letting out a huge stream of fire that lit up the whole block despite the darkness the demon was creating. Hopefully, that would get it to back off or do something stupid.

[hopesustainsme]

Hannah just huffs at him. But no words come out as she focuses solely on two things. Keeping the 'child' happy and not falling to her knees when an Earth shattering scream shakes the building.

Hannah closes her eyes and prays John doesn't get hurt.

She'd feel so bad.

[blacklungs]

Well, if he was an idiot for lashing out first, then he was an idiot. All the same, the demon did lash back, sending a huge blast of ice through the window a long with the earthquake. They can hear other people screaming in shock outside.

"Toss it over here!" he yelled as the darkness started to increase with gusting winds.

[hopesustainsme]

"Don't drop it," she calls then looks at John tossing him the egg.

Oh gosh. Did it just laugh?!

She owes John a nice meal or something for this. She is SO sorry she argued.

[blacklungs]

John didn't reply, just caught the egg with ease. The demented thing.

"Here! Take the damn thing!" he yelled out the window, throwing the egg out of the window as hard as he could. She did owe him an apology once this was over, and hopefully, it would be now that "mama" had its precious baby back.

[hopesustainsme]

They are not that lucky. There is something big and monstrous glaring at them through the window. Hannah can actually feel the rage pulsing off of it in waves. Her hand quivers from the need to act even though she shouldn't.

The moment of glaring passes though as the thing disappears in the light of a glowing ball of hell fire.

"I..." She just looks at John and is very apologetic.

[blacklungs]

He rolled his eyes and pulled out some of his nicotine gum, chewing on it hard. He wished he had a cigarette, but he was trying to quit and keep these new lungs of his in general good health.

"Whatever. At least it wasn't a creature of some intelligence."

[hopesustainsme]

That's right John keep the Lucifer healed lungs.

"I'm sorry," she said seriously. "If I hadn't argued with you right away..."

Gosh. But they tend to argue a great deal. She has no idea why. It's probably because they're so different.

[blacklungs]

Hey, more time to make sure that he wouldn't go to Hell.

It probably was. A cold cynic and a hopefully defender of the universe who seemed to keep bumping into each other. He went over to his cabinet and pulled down some whiskey for himself, and then motioned to the fridge.

"I got juice."

[hopesustainsme]

"Thank you." She doesn't drink. Sure it doesn't effect her because of her ring but she just doesn't drink ever. Too many memories of her early childhood and living with nuns.

As she moves the light from the ring fades and she's just a very small looking woman in very plain clothing. It's not unflattering it's just obvious she doesn't dress for any other reason but being used to that/

"I can't get drunk but... I just don't drink."

[blacklungs]

And he didn't expect her to, hence the reason why the bottle was put away as soon as his glass was filled. He was just in that habit, but not to the extend that someone would be worried.

"Which is why I have juice."

He takes a swallow of the liquid, it burning his throat slightly as it went down. God, he needed to find a way to keep demons away from him and those he kept in contact with.

[hopesustainsme]

"Oh."

She dipped her head a bit shyly. She poured herself the juice though and put it up. This is why John confuses Hannah. She doesn't know how to deal with people on normal days. He's just adding to her ability to not get stuff.

But hey at least he has juice.

[blacklungs]

Well, his mother did teach him some manners, and that meant giving someone a drink when he had one. Or in his case, needed one because giant demons that misplaced their eggs were putting up a fuss.

Of course, it didn't help that she didn't use common sense.

"So. Next time you find something odd on your doorstep, ignore it or chunk it, got it?"

[hopesustainsme]

"It was in a basket,."

What? She has to defend herself just a bit.

"I wasn't sure what it was until I almost tripped over it." She winces a little bit.

"I hadn't slept either." She still hasn't. She never gets enough sleep but there was a situation that had demanded her attention and by the time she got back to her place?

Yup. She had been tired. She looks like she hasn't slept if he really looks. She won't be sleeping for a while longer either. Too much to do.

"Next time I'll listen instead of arguing."

[blacklungs]

"Good, that will save everyone a bit of time."

Drinking some more from his glass, he looked over at her. She did look tired, and with her job, he didn't blame her for that. It was something that always took a tole, trying to keep the world safe. He wondered why only one person was given a whole sector. That was too large for one person.

Sighing, he pushed his drink away and stood up.

"Come on. Time to get you home before the sun rises."

[hopesustainsme]

She finished the juice off slowly. John is one of the few people she has shared the full detail of her work with. He deserved that much after the incident with the alien who had needed John to save his soul.

Then the thing that John had almost mistaken for something else one time. John also had saved her life once and she had returned the favor. At this point they stopped keeping track of things.

Still he had become very aware that she works so hard and rarely gets rest or thanks.

"It's that early still," she asked yawning and shifting so she could stand. "I keep loosing track of the hours. That says too much about me."

[blacklungs]

Really, there was no point in keeping track of those things. As long as they ended up alive and out of the situation, with as few casualties as possible, then what did it matter? It wasn't like they were keeping any bets.

The lack of rest or thanks she got was a lot like his own; minus the fact that she had all the messy bits of her soul being dragged to hell (or almost) a couple of times and the Devil himself wanting her.

"Says too much about anyone. Better to head in now while you still can."

[hopesustainsme]

She yawned again trying to not show just how far gone she is. If she goes home she might just make it to the couch. She won't keep count she'll just point out when this becomes a habit.

"Right. Home. Where I can sleep." Have some bleary blinking.

"I'm really tired. And owe you dinner sometimes."

[blacklungs]

He rolled his eyes and gently took her elbow, leading her to the door. "Come on, I remember your address still. I don't need you falling into some gutter." That would be a fantastic way for a Blue Lantern to die. He could see the headlines now, and hear the intergalactic community's gasps of surprise.

[hopesustainsme]

Ganthet would not be shocked by that. His Lantern work way too hard.

"Mmmph." She doesn't complain. Just that token sound that she makes from being weary. She touches her jacket and absently notes she still has her keys and what passes for a wallet.

"You were only there once." What? She's not comfortable in her own home so she's surprised he even remembers it.

[blacklungs]

John remembered a lot of things; you never knew when some little bit of information might be important or useful. So he shrugs and continues to lead her home.

"So?"