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- [00:29] <@Bash> [It is finally the day of days, which is to say- you're waking up Thalia today. You've gotten your lab cleaned up, drained the pod she was in, and had Emmara help you dress her. Now Thalia's laying on her bed in her room, but still offline. You personally think she looks peaceful, sleeping like this, but you know you're going to have to wake her up. You look over at Emmara, as though wanting confirmation that you should wake her up.]
- 04[00:35] <Emmara> [You're still not entirely convinced this is the right thing to do, despite Bash's conviction. You've got a worried smile on, but know its just a little too late to just back away. Maybe she'll convince you once shes awake. You glance over to Bash and give a small nod. Nothing for it but to keep going.]
- [00:42] <@Bash> [You take a deep breath in, and flick the metaphorical switch. Which is to say, through the magic of handwaving, you somehow enter a password(As an aside, your password to do so is 'Emmara') into an apparantly human body. Try not to think about it too much. You wait a moment, and a process below the surface starts.]
- [00:50] <Thalia> [Your breathing has existed for a while (ever since you actually grew lungs), but it has been shallow and didn't do much beyond indicate some kind of life. After Bash enters the password, though, something changes, and you take a few deep, slow breaths. A short period of time later, your body shivers, learning about temperature and the external world. You yawn sleepily, stretching your arms out and rolling over onto your side. You blink at the air for a bit, before rubbing your bluegreen eyes and looking up at the two people in front of you. You mumble something sleepily at them.]
- 04[00:52] <Emmara> ["Taking that as a good sign?" You say with an eye towards Bash.]
- [00:55] <@Bash> [You nod and crouch down to be on eye level with Thalia. "Good mornin', sleepy little Thalia." You're smiling without even thinking about it.]
- [00:59] <Thalia> [Your face looks like you just woke up. To be fair, sort of did, but only from metaphorical sleep. You softly complain to the face in front of you, "Five more minutes, Papa..."]
- 04[01:02] <Emmara> [Okay thats cute. You give a grin and a nudge into Bash's side. Mouthing 'Papa' at him with a grin.]
- [01:06] <@Bash> [You nudge back. If you're Papa, that makes her Mama. Well, you assume it does. Here's hoping Thalia doesn't start calling Emmara 'sis' or something, that'd be hella awkward. You ruffle Thalia's hair. "C'mon, you've been sleeping for a long time, you gotta get up sometime, kiddo."]
- [01:15] <Thalia> [Fiiiine. You stick out your tongue at Papa before pushing yourself into a sitting position. You make a pouty face- one that anyone who's been around Bash long enough would recognize in a split second- and then you see Emmara. Your eyes seem to almost light up for a moment, and you practically leap at her. "Mama!" Ops figures this is a good point to drop your physical description, before
- [01:15] <Thalia> he ends up forgetting to use it. For being something that was never human, you are startlingly human. Of course, much like your creator/father, you have the hexes; however, yours only seem to cover from the base of your spine, vanishing under your strawberry blonde hair when they reach your skull (Your hair itself is pretty short right now, but once you've been alive for a bit longer you'll
- [01:15] <Thalia> probably want to wear it to match Emmara's). You stand with your head barely above four and a half feet, and are generally kind of adorable.]
- 04[01:20] <Emmara> [Dang shes short, and the 'Mama' makes your gut twist in a strange way. You smile anyways though and offer a hug. "Hey Thalia."]
- [01:26] <@Bash> [You're somewhat jealous, but you'll be damned if that isn't adorable.]
- [01:28] <Thalia> [Yes, yes hug Mama! Actually, you think she's going to pick you up, so you just kind of keep holding on.]
- 04[01:30] <Emmara> [You don't though. Keeping one arm around her back and the other on the back of her head. Giving a questioning look at Bash as if to ask 'What now?']
- [01:35] <@Bash> [You kind of shrug. You have no idea what to do, except maybe. Hm. "Thalia, are you hungry?"]
- [01:38] <Thalia> [You turn and look back at Papa. You nod your head as though you are a bobblehead. Then you turn back to Mama. "Mama, can I have pancakes?" You attempt a puppydog stare.]
- 04[01:40] <Emmara> [You guess you're the alpha-parental figure in her eyes. Either that or the one she thinks is the most likely to give her what she wants. You smile. "I think I could do up some pancakes. I think I've even got some proper maple syrup too."]
- [01:45] <@Bash> [You chuckle a little at how quickly Thalia's wormed her way into your heart. "Looks like today's your lucky day, Thalia. C'mon over here, I'll give you a ride to the kitchen." You bend down and hold your arms out for her.]
- [01:45] <Thalia> ["Yaaay!" You smile and run over to Papa, letting him pick you up and put you on his shoulders. Wow, you're so high up now! You think you can see the moon!]
- 04[01:50] <Emmara> ["All ready then?" You ask before heading towards the kitchen. "And do you want blueberries in the pancakes> Or chocolate chips?"]
- [01:54] <Thalia> ["Choco Chip! And Papa wants blueburry!" You are entirely certain that Papa wants blueberry, and will not hear otherwise.]
- [01:54] <@Bash> [All aboard the pancake train, choo choo! Er, wait, did Thalia just decide for you? ...You do actually want blueberry, so you'll let it slide.]
- 04[01:55] <Emmara> [You raise an eyebrow. "Clearly didn't get her decisiveness from you." You joke.]
- [01:57] <@Bash> [You make a pouty face. You can be decisive. Sometimes. ...You're not helping your point, are you?]
- 04[01:58] <Emmara> [You grin. Face saying everything your words could.]
- [02:02] <@Bash> [You roll your eyes in response, before setting Thalia down at the table. "What do you want to drink, Thalia?"]
- 04[02:12] <Emmara> [You've already moved into the kitchen and have started taking everything you need to make the pancakes. You're kind of wishing that you could do it with fresh blueberries, but you'll have to settle for frozen.]
- [02:13] <Thalia> [You put your head in your hands, apparently deep in thought. Your forehead scrunches down intensely as you stare at the table, deciding what you want to drink. "Choco juice." You finally say.]
- 04[02:14] <Emmara> [Atleast until theres a flash of red gears and a future you (You're assuming as much since you haven't been here in the past) pops in. They push a container of fresh blueberries towards you with a knowing smile and a small 'shh' before popping out again. Theres a look of confusion and then a dawning comprehension on your face as you work out what just happened.]
- [02:15] <@Bash> [...your brain processes for a moment. What the heck is 'choco juice'? ...Oh, chocolate milk. You nod and smile as you go to get some.]
- 04[02:19] <Emmara> [You learn towards Bash as he comes into the kitchen, whispering so that Thalia doesn't overhear. "What do you figure? Not quite teenaged, or is it all still...processing?" Using the sounds of mixing the pancake batter to mask the conversation.]
- [02:23] <@Bash> [You whisper back as you root around for chocolate syrup. "Honestly I'm not sure. I know that there's some processing that has to be done once awake, but I'm not sure how much effect that has on intelligence. Not gonna lie, she is cute as heck tho." You give Em a kiss on the cheek and return to Thalia with her glass of chocolate milk.]
- 04[02:28] <Emmara> ["Yeah..." Having met her, you agree, but you're not feeling any better about her chances in the game at the moment. One thing at a time though, and right now that one thing is pancakes.]
- [02:34] <Thalia> [When papa comes back you smile and take the glass out of his hands before drinking heavily. "Thank you!" you say, putting the half-empty glass down. You blink for a moment, as though processing information. "Mama's a better cook than you, right, Papa?" You see him flinch a bit. You got him spot on.]
- 04[02:37] <Emmara> ["Way better." You call from the kitchen. Splitting the batter into two bowls, one for chocolate chips, the other for blueberries.]
- [02:38] <@Bash> [You attempt to shrug it off. "Being completely honest, there are probably very few things Mama doesn't do better than me."]
- 04[02:39] <Emmara> ["Modesty isn't one of them."]
- [02:45] <Thalia> [You sip at your milk, and nod slowly.]
- [02:52] <@Bash> [You watch Thalia intently, trying to figure out what exactly is going on in her head.]
- 04[02:53] <Emmara> [You've started making pancakes, and warmed up the over slightly so they don't go cool on you once they're done.]
- 04[02:56] <Emmara> ["Did you have any questions, Thalia?"]
- [03:03] <Thalia> [You finish off your glass of milk, and look at mama. "Well..." You cock your head to the side. "Are you okay with me calling you Mama? I can tell Papa doesn't mind being Papa, but my head is still putting things together."]
- [03:03] <@Bash> [...you guess the processing once the AI wakes up is really important. Lesson learned. Still, that's wicked fast.]
- 04[03:07] <Emmara> [You're quiet as you think it over. "Maybe 'Mom' or 'Maman' instead? Mama sounds very...strange. Sort of, half way between."]
- [03:16] <Thalia> ["Maman. Mom." You make some hmming noises. "Mom sounds more right to me." You look at Papa. "...I don't think 'Dad' fits you."]
- 04[03:18] <Emmara> ["Mom works for me." You guess anyways. This is all very strange.]
- [03:23] <Thalia> [You nod slowly. "My brain is cheating through aging, right?" The process is somewhat scary. You're getting more inwardly coherent by the minute, you think.]
- [03:24] <@Bash> ["Yeah, 'Dad' seems a bit off." You purse your lips and then speak. "Things are starting to fit together more, I'm guessing?"] ((WAIT HSIT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO FIRST))
- 04[03:28] <Emmara> ["I have no idea. Ask your da-, er, ask Papa?" Growth that sounds even weirder. You finish off the last of the pancakes and bring the stack plus a couple of plates over to the table.]
- [03:33] <@Bash> ["You can call me her Dad, I think. ...Yep, this hit weird real fast. Anyway, I'm pretty sure your brain is just catching up to 'where it should be' for your technical age." Whatever that means.]
- [03:35] <Thalia> [You nod, as though this makes sense to you. You're pretty sure it does, at least. But hey, Mom made pancakes! You vaguely remember asking for those like a small child not long ago. AI shenanigans sure are weird. "Thanks for making pancakes!"]
- 04[03:38] <Emmara> ["You're welcome." You say with a smile. You also bring over a bottle of maple syrup. "Dig in. Theres more than enough." Or, should be anyways.]
- [03:41] <@Bash> [You look over at Em and give her a smile. This might work out okay.]
- [03:45] <Thalia> [You smile and take some pancakes for yourself. They smell delicious.]
- [03:50] <Thalia> [[Fade to Pancakes. Er, that is, Scene.]]
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