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"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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From:

pineapplesalmon

[Normally, Cesar is the first one to begin working, as he doesn't have breakfast at the house to care about--and he's even more punctual than Caesar. However, this time, Caesar finds himself alone in his lab working on Wheatley's 6.0 body. He promised the poor personality core a new body after Wheatley managed to sever the legs of the old one with a putty knife.

... Caesar really didn't want to talk about it.]

From:

evowhisperer

*He may be late, but nothing short of life-threatening injuries are going to keep Cesar from his work.*

*Of course, if this fever gets much worse, he's probably going to re-think that. Every inch of him aches, his skull might as well have been crammed full of cotton, his nose is next to useless, and if he weren't going through it himself he'd have doubted any sudden cold could make anyone feel so miserable.*

*It'll pass, he reassures himself thickly. If it came overnight, then it can just leave during the day. Those thoughts are enough to get him down to the lab, and even stumble inside, but they're not enough to iron the bone-weary slouch from his posture or the bags from under his eyes. Morning, Caesar. This is what you look like half-dead with the mother of all colds.*

From:

pineapplesalmon

[Ah, there's Cesar. He can hear him entering the lab. Had he forgotten to set his alarm? Maybe he just decided to sleep in for the first time since he Woke in Nautilus. .... Naaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Caesar glances up with a smile.]

Good morning--

From:

pineapplesalmon

--Woah.

[You look like hell, man. And that's putting it nicely.]

Edited Date: 2012-03-12 12:07 am (UTC)

From:

evowhisperer

Good morning. *Sniff. Huh--he sounds like hell, too.*

*What was he doing? Oh yeah.*

What's your progress? *Vague gesture at the computers and wires all connected to a very, very quiet egg baby.*

From:

pineapplesalmon

I've managed to reprogram it so that it had a sleep mode, which it is currently in.

[A beat.]

And by the way you look and sound, you should be in sleep mode as well.

Edited Date: 2012-03-12 06:21 pm (UTC)

From:

evowhisperer

I already overslept.

*His brow furrows a bit, and after a moment he reluctantly adds,* If I need to, I'll quit early later.

Edited Date: 2012-03-12 06:43 pm (UTC)

From:

pineapplesalmon

[There's no arguing with himself about it at this point. Caesar already knows that he's too stubborn to agree to rest easily. It'll be necessary to gather evidence as to why Cesar should rest before he can get him to agree to it.]

All right. Just don't push yourself.

From:

evowhisperer

Don't worry, I won't.

*This is totally ignoring the fact that he's been 'pushing himself' since getting out of bed in the first place. After all, his alternate is being so sensible and rational about everything, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?*

*So, first thing he needs to do now is.... .... is to remember what was on the mental memo they both made of what they were planning to do with the egg baby. Okay. They're done with sleep mode. Now it's time for the opposite mode.*

*Apparently unaware of the long pauses that happen before each little thing he does, today, Cesar gingerly lets himself fall into the chair beside his computer terminal, pushing the power button to boot it up. Oh--it was already on...*

From:

pineapplesalmon

[Wow, he's going to probably only need five minutes of evidence at this rate!]

... Are you sure you're good for this today?

From:

evowhisperer

I'm fine.

... I just didn't know how long the computer had been on already.

*Is he buying it?* If it had been on since I left it yesterday, it would have been slower today.

*That's totally BS, of course. Their computers are too good for that to be a serious issue.*

From:

pineapplesalmon

Mmmm hmmm.

[He's not buying it.

Perhaps speeding up the evidence gathering process would be the better option. After all, there are dangerous things in the lab. They're not working with anything dangerous at the moment, but the might later.

Caesar picks up an interesting wooden puzzle they found last week, then hands it to Cesar.]

Here. Solving this will help you wake up faster.

[And if you can't, well....]

From:

evowhisperer

*Oh. Well, if he says so.*

*Cesar takes the puzzle, sniffing wetly and studying it for a moment. The point is to get this piece out from the middle of everything else, so to do that he should... ah... Something about getting that piece out of the way to let the others fall into other places, and then some other complicated sequence, but to move that first piece...*

*A few seconds later, the computer is fully turned off, and Cesar is obliviously absorbed in (unsuccessfully) trying to solve the puzzle. It's slow going. He's probably not going to finish any time soon.*

From:

pineapplesalmon

[Caesar is just going to cross his arms and watch in amusement. Yup, his other self has definitely taken ill. He's just going to watch him for a while and see how long it takes to get it, if at all.]

From:

evowhisperer

*He tries moving each piece individually, then a few combinations, then repeating a few things, then individually again... Caesar might recognize a couple of tries to enact later moves to the puzzle before they're possible. Obviously, these are unsuccessful, and soon Cesar just stares at it for a little while.*

*SNEEZE! Cesar sets the puzzle aside in favor of a tissue, realizing at the same time that hey, the computer's off. He hits the power button. Time for work! He'll finish the puzzle later.*

Edited Date: 2012-03-12 07:39 pm (UTC)

From:

pineapplesalmon

Oh, you're done trying? My turn, then.

[Caesar picks up the puzzle, and in full view of his double, solves the puzzle in about thirty seconds because he remembers how to solve it.

Then, he puts the finished puzzle on top of the keyboard.]

There. I'm done, too.

[Oh, he's smug about it as well.]

From:

evowhisperer

*Cesar looks at the puzzle. Then he looks at Caesar.*

I was distracted.

From:

pineapplesalmon

[Caesar crosses his arms. You've been made.]

That's probably because you're hearing your bed calling you. That would be very distracting to me.

From:

evowhisperer

My bed's not calling, and I don't need more sleep.

*So says the man who looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. Of course, the idea does sound pretty nice to him right now. Unaware that his resolve is visibly weakening, Cesar glances at his computer, mentally reviewing the bare minimum of what he wanted to get done today, and how easily it would be achievable on a datapad back upstairs.*

From:

pineapplesalmon

You can do a lot of what you want to do from bed. Your body will be at rest so that you can reserve whatever leftover energy you have on mental tasks if you decide to stay awake.

[Pretty sound argument, he thinks.]

From:

evowhisperer

*Cesar thinks about it...*

*He thiiiinks about it...*

*And after that long pause he finally decides he can't find any flaws in it after all. Relief, dismay, and exhaustion all crowd for dominance on his face, before settling down in equal measure.*

I'll stay awake, but having a way to rest while working sounds more than appealing. *He picks up a couple of datapads that already have some recent work-dumps on them, and slowly stands up.*

From:

pineapplesalmon

[Caesar could take the datapads from Cesar but doesn't. He'll give him some dignity by letting him carry them himself. At worse, Cesar will drop them, and then Caesar can help him pick them up.

He walks up next to his double and put an arm around Cesar's shoulders. More of an emotional reassurance than a physical need to help him walk. Caesar speaks normally, even though he wants to lower his voice. He can't help the soft smile on his face, though.]

Let's get you into bed, and then I'll get my stuff and join you. Sound good?

From:

evowhisperer

*There's a slight tightening in his expression that he's too sick to hide: every inch of him aches from fever, and for a second there, that arm around his shoulders hurt. Now that the initial wave is gone, though, it'd kind of nice to have that kind of support, particularly since he can't remember the last time his parents or brother gave it... Cesar returns his thoughts to the present before they can go further down that road, but the appreciation is there.*

It does, but are you sure that's necessary? It would be more convenient for you if you stayed down here.

From:

pineapplesalmon

[Caesar would never admit to it, but it's the same sort of touch that he likes when he's sick. It's nice to be taken care of. From what he knows about his future self, that's something that hasn't happened in a long time.

Cesar's feeling rather warm. Probably from fever. All the better to get him to rest. It'd be too obvious to check his temperature while he's awake, so Caesar will just have to test it while he's asleep.]

It'll be easier to collaborate if we're in the same place, and we'll be able to double-check each other's work.

[Mostly, he'll be checking Cesar's.]

From:

evowhisperer

Ah.

*Without another word of protest (which is telling in itself), Cesar nods dumbly and allows himself to be steered upstairs. Now that he's already on his way, the idea of sitting on something as soft as his bed sounds wonderful...*

*Just to punctuate that they are, in fact, on the right track, Cesar sneezes again. Ugh. Good thing he has another tissue...*

Edited Date: 2012-03-12 09:01 pm (UTC)