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 Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 1:11 pm
Credits
Ashes of the Wind: Rainbow Lime and Ivyro
Art: Ivyro
Egg prettiness/coloring:: AnimeJet
Mauritius: Teh_Sil
Banners: Teh_Sil
Not to be used without express permission.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 1:22 pm
A romp down by the creek yields some interesting results... It was a beautiful summer's day, and even the prospect of her antlers fully blooming in time for autumn was not enough to spoil Hartley's mood. There were no guests in the B and B today, which meant she had no work to do. Her college professor had left her no work for the weekend, which was double the good news. It meant she had time to herself, time to be fully free. Even Morgan and Adrienne's constant teasing that Hartley needed a boyfriend seemed minimal today, as if the good weather had made all three women lazy in their words.
Taking full advantage of this lull in chores, Hartley snuck out, frisking across the back lawn like... well, rather like a young deer. Her moment was ruined by getting one of her budding antlers caught in a low hanging clothes line, though she soon disentangled herself. Not even that was enough to bring her down, though the momentary annoyance was distracting. What was it she had wanted to do? Originally, Hartley had just thought to sunbathe, trying to get some color into her pale skin. Not that it would have worked, but the thought was nice, wasn't it? But now... Now Hartley wanted to do something different.
The inspiration for her newest adventure came so quickly that it seemed almost as if the idea was implanted in her mind. The creek. She would go down to the creek. There were always little signs of life there, ultimately cheering. Perhaps she would bother some of the crayfish, reverting to her childhood Underhill. She had done similar things there, and today seemed like quite a nice day to relieve childhood.
Fair skipping down to the creek that ran in the back of the property, the young woman found herself suddenly stopped short. It was hard to miss the large blue object that lay half in and half out of the water. It was so distinct, even in this environment that seemed to obscure things so well. The blue was just so dazzling, and the haze of yellow that seemed like a cloud on the bottom of the egg also helped. There was more than that though. The egg just seemed to have a presence, as if it demanded to be recognized, demanded to be taken from the place it currently resided.
Was it an accident? Was there a reason it had fallen here? The stream came down from a rare clump of forest several miles away. It must have washed away from there, fallen from the nest of a large bird. A very large bird. A bird that lay eggs with... wings? Wings on the side? And eggs with a cloudy bottom? None of this made any sense whatsoever!
The intricate detailing on the egg was what set Hartley off. Nothing in nature could have patterns like that on the shell. This was all a prank, and rather a cruel one. But just in case it wasn't... Stripping off her blouse, leaving herself in a tank top, the young woman wrapped the clothing around it, drying the egg delicately. The clouds certainly felt insubstantial, and there was no clear attachment of wings to shell, but Hartley was 100% sure that this was a prank played on her by her roommates. She would get to the bottom of this.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 7:12 pm
In which Hartley confronts her roommates about their 'prank'... "Your jokes are getting pretty stupid guys. I don't even understand this one." It was lucky that Adrianne and Morgan were attached at the hip. Hartley had wanted to confront both at once, to see the guilt laid out clearly on their faces. They generally confessed to their various tricks quickly, once caught. Instead, however, both just looked puzzled, as Hartley furiously waved the wrapped eggs at them.
"What does this even mean? Haha, one of you is pregnant, here's an egg to represent that, we're kicking you out of the house?" Hartley was angry, but justifiably so. While she didn't mind the jokes, there was a point where it just grew too bizarre, and her patience ended up wearing thin. She was probably risking her stay in the household right now, but she didn't care. This needed an explanation, and it needed it now.
Morgan and Adrianne didn't seem to have any clue about what Hartley was talking about. "Is that edible? You brought us lunch? That's nice of you, but you should never consider food a joke."
"My god, you think this is funny? Just explain why you set a god damn egg by the creek for me to find." Fuming, Hartley stomped her foot in a fit of pique.
"Calm down little one." Morgan's voice was soothing, managing to calm even the high tempered Hartley. "We didn't leave any egg out for you. That's weird, even for us. Plus, does that look like something we could make?"
"Morgan never passed glue sticks, and I like sparkles, remember?" Adrianne put in, a grin on her face despite the awkwardness of the situation.
Their words rang true. Neither of them had the sheer technical skill to make something like this. And how could something hand-made give off such vitality as this egg seemed to?
"So what is it?" The demand had lessened in Hartley's voice, and now she was honestly curious.
"How should we know?" Morgan shrugged her shoulders, while Adrianne nodded for emphasis.
"Whatever it is, it picked you. Or you picked it. However that pseudo-mystical crap works. It's weird looking, and I don't want to be involved in it." This time Adrianne spoke, and Morgan was the one nodding to agree emphatically.
"It's your responsibility now." The words seemed heavy in the air.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 7:26 pm
[ G.r.o.w.t.h. xxxQ.u.e.s.t. ]
It seems that Mauritius has found herself thrown unwittingly into a strange family. She may be just an egg but perhaps she is just the tiniest bit apprehensive about meeting everyone. Try and welcome her into her new home by doing something special for her. Maybe buy her a gift to make her feel apart of the group.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 1:34 pm
 In which Hartley decides to make things more livable...
“It’s not going bad! It’s just… reluctant.” Though she had been initially hesitant about what she perceived as a prank, Hartley had found her little oval growing on her. It went with her everywhere now, tucked safely into a backpack at all times. Class, the bus, the mall… People gave Hartley strange looks as she carried her bag with her, but what did she care? She invited the strange looks anyway. Not every day you saw a woman with antlers.
“Maybe it just doesn’t want to see your face,” joked Adrianne as she walked into the room, slinging a companionable arm around Hartley’s shoulders, snaking the other possessively about Morgan’s waist. “After all, you aren’t a pretty sight to wake up to first thing in the morning.”
“Hey… Wait. Never mind. I’m not even sure I want to know how you know that.” Shaking her head, Hartley couldn’t help but laugh despite the flack her housemates gave her. Her behavior was a bit silly, but she couldn’t help but persist and hope her strange, shelled companion would hatch soon. If it didn’t, even Hartley would have to face reality and put the egg in a box somewhere, marked down as a failure. But it still seemed to leak such vitality, and the clouds still swirled. It had to be alive. It just had to.
“You need to give it a reason, maybe.” Shrugging her shoulders, Morgan stepped away from Adrianne, though not without kissing her on the nose first. “God, who would want to enter our house like it is? Noisy and always filled with boarders.” The small bed and breakfast run by the two was currently empty, but guests were scheduled for every day the next week. It was a chaotic environment, and Hartley could well imagine someone’s reluctance to be thrown into the life style. Maybe that explained all her relationship failures!
Ugh, screw that. Her mind needed to be on the egg, and the issues that surrounded it. “Maybe it just needs to carve out its niche here. You know. I’ll get it like a box or something, and fill it with toys.” That’s what you did with puppies, if Hartley remembered correctly. Well, a giant egg wasn’t too far off from a puppy. They were both… Uh… both… They both pumped oxygen. Presumably. See, plenty of things were the same!
Mission now implanted firmly in her mind, Hartley powered through the rest of the day, finally finding time to stop and gather up her objects for the egg. Her first journey was to a crafts supply store, where she managed to purchase a hatbox decorated with zebra stripes. It was fun and quirky, and somehow she sensed the egg’s approval. That small sign of life, so much more than she had been receiving lately, made a thrill run through her body.
Next it was off to the pet store, where a small dog mattress was purchased. Then came a true conundrum- what sort of toys do you buy an egg? Assuming it hatched into some kind of large eagle, it would need things in durable plastic that couldn’t be broken easily. Into the cart went rope toys, Kong balls that could be filled with peanut butter, and a throwing stick for tennis balls. That should do for the initial first few weeks. After all, animals didn’t get bored with toys as quickly as people did.
On an impulse, Hartley made one final stop at the bookstore, picking up a book of fairy tales and a small, plush horse. The warm brown coat coupled with the blonde hair made a grin quirk up on her face. The animal would probably destroy it, but that was okay. It hadn’t been too expensive of a purchase.
Setting everything up in a small corner of her bedroom, Hartley reverently laid down the egg to rest, pulling a small black blanket over it. “See, all this stuff is yours? A rock of tranquility in a sea of madness, and all that jazz. You can hide out here when we have guests and you get tired of entertaining them, because I’m sure that you’ll be nothing short of entertaining. Oh, I’m sure you’ll have plenty to contribute.”
If only Hartley knew…
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 11:12 am
In which Hartley meets Houkan, and they speculate on the nature of their eggs... Well, it was an interesting meeting, to say the least. The two swiftly discovered that they were both recipients of eggs of a similar size that shared similar characteristics. While Hartley was adamant that her egg contained some kind of large bird, Houkan seemed to think that the egg might contain something magical and humanoid, much to Hartley's annoyance. Her own hypocrisy in the matter was never brought up. The two managed to part on fairly good terms, with Hartley asking Houkan to contact her when his egg hatched.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 11:13 am
In which Mauritius makes her entrance... Insert stuff here!
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