score

Your abdomen is wracked with wave like contractions.

"Oh shit." Matilde cries out, grabbing her belly and doubling over. "I think
the baby is coming"


Torsten wakes up.


"...Right now?" Severyna asks Matilde, her eyes going wide from behind her
sunglasses, "Um... what do you need? The hospital, yes?"


(Subtly) "Uhhhh." Torsten says, peering from Matilde to Severyna and back.


Your iPhone SE in space grey vibrates.


(Subtly) "Bit of a terrible time to go to the hospital, I'm going to say."
Torsten mutters, looking from Severyna to Matilde.


Matilde is looking slightly distressed, there's a puddle of fluid on the
floor beneath her where her waters broke and she's rubbing her belly "Uh huh,"
she confirms to Severyna "It's time."


(Subtly) "It just -had- to be now." Torsten grumbles at Matilde. "You asked
for this. Couldn't handle it not being on your birthday."


Severyna strides over to Matilde quickly, standing alongside her and
tentatively reaching her hand out, "She needs a hospital. Unless you know a
doula."


(Subtly) "I didn't think it would actually -happen-" Matilde gripes,
groaning softly and beginning to fret

ex me
This is a gravid dark-haired woman with glacier-grey eyes in her early
twenties with small C cup breasts.
You would judge her to be a 7.5 out of 10.
They seem prominent.
She is 5'5" and has pale and lightly freckle dusted skin, black hair, and gray
eyes.
She is in the late stages of pregnancy. You can see her face, neck, top of her
breasts, and hands. More detail is visible for her hands.



"And we should be fine." Severyna notes further to Torsten, peering down at
herself momentarily.


(Subtly) "Yea. I get it." Torsten tells Severyna, sliding over opposite her
on the other side of Matilde. "We're going to have to like...really be careful.
I think with sanctuary dropped, everyone's going to go straight to murdering
the fuck out of each other and we need to be ready."


Torsten blinks a little, peering down at himself.


Your abdomen is wracked with wave like contractions.


"My car is back at the club, are you going to make me ride on the back of
your bi...fuck!" Matilde grunts as anotehr contraction hits her


"She is in no condition to drive - or ride on the back of a motorcycle."
Severyna mentions to Torsten.


"It's back now." Matilde reassures Torsten, taking a moment to breathe deeply


"So what, walk her a mile through the woods?" Torsten asks Severyna, with a
blink.


Your abdomen is wracked with wave like contractions.


"Fuck I'll sit sideways on the back of the bike." offers Matilde, starting
to stress now as another contraction hits "Please."


"...I don't know." Severyna laments to Torsten, finally placing a hand on
Matilde's back to rub in a soothing circle. "I don't know what to... do here."
she admits.


"Let's go." Torsten grunts, motioning for Matilde.

fol tors
You now follow Torsten.


"We'll take her to the hospital." Torsten tells Severyna. "Let her get this
baby out of her. Troublesome thing." He snorts out a breath as he heads for the
ladder.


"I'll meet you there, then." Severyna mentions to Torsten as she follows.


Torsten nods to Severyna. "Fly."


Severyna says, in a soft-spoken, Norwegian accented voice, "Yes, I know."


A stately young woman with fair skin and hair turns into A tiny bird with yellow markings on its
black plumage.


You get onto Torsten's an old red Harley with black accents and head towards Warden's Way.


Your abdomen is wracked with wave like contractions.


"By Odin's beard, do not spread your legs to my back, Mata!" Torsten tells
Matilde as he flies down the forest with her on the back.


"Everything will be fine." Matilde tries to reassure herself as she gently
rubs at another contraction striing her belly.


On Warden's Way Piercing the Wood to Reveal the Blackfield Institute
The glow of old street lights spills onto the pavement.
This area seems well populated.
  Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on
either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks.  Where the street is
widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them.
The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.



Torsten guides Matilde along through the northern area slowly.




Torsten walks away and to the left.
You follow Torsten.
In the Clinic Emergency Room of the Blackfield Union
  Rows of plastic chairs are bolted to the floor in this brightly-lit
waiting room, tables covered in magazines and newspapers set at regular
intervals among the seats.  Informative charts and graphs cover the walls,
and pamphlet holders marked 'Take One' hold information on such topics as
insurance and dietary health.


The southwestern door is marked with a bathroom sign.
Signs by the southern and eastern areas indicate that people needing medical
attention should wait there to be attended to.

A severe-looking nurse stands here, ready to admit anyone who might need the
hospital's services.

It is about 50F(10C) degrees.  There is a waxing crescent moon.


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[   west  (southwest) (south)  southeast  (east)        ]
       (D) a large whiteboard

Torsten is standing here.


Marcul walks in from behind you.


Matilde is looking rather distressed as she approaches the nurse in the
hallway and tells her "My baby. I.." the nurse just slides across some
paperwork for the young woman to fill out and sign.

admit
The nurse inspects you and then stares at you for a few moments before handing you a single bandaid.


You give birth to a new baby girl.



Torsten practically jumps out of his skin! "GACK! What the fuck Mata, could
you not hold that in?"

ooc .. LOL
[OOC] Fidget: '.. LOL'


[OOC] Lastoftheancient: 'omfg I'm dying'


Marcul makes his way through the hallway towards the emergency room,
following after Torsten and Matilde. He walks up closer to the nurse and says,
"Time is now?" He looks towards Torsten, without recognition in his eyes but
gives him a firm nod.

ooc I can;t even
[OOC] Fidget: 'I can;t even'

ooc Oh god, trying to breathe
[OOC] Fidget: 'Oh god, trying to breathe'

l
In the Clinic Emergency Room of the Blackfield Union
  Rows of plastic chairs are bolted to the floor in this brightly-lit
waiting room, tables covered in magazines and newspapers set at regular
intervals among the seats.  Informative charts and graphs cover the walls,
and pamphlet holders marked 'Take One' hold information on such topics as
insurance and dietary health.


The southwestern door is marked with a bathroom sign.
Signs by the southern and eastern areas indicate that people needing medical
attention should wait there to be attended to.

A severe-looking nurse stands here, ready to admit anyone who might need the
hospital's services.

It is about 50F(10C) degrees.  There is a waxing crescent moon.


[                                                       ]
[   west  (southwest) (south)  southeast  (east)        ]
       (D) a large whiteboard

Marcul is standing here.
Torsten is standing here.


[OOC] Lastoftheancient: 'I can't. Omg I can't.'

inv
You are carrying:
       (D) a shot of Goldschlager
       (D) a large goblet of straw colored Alazani wine
       (D) an iPhone SE in space grey
       (D) a cuff bracelet made of gold and finely braided hair
           a rose quartz crystal on a chain
       (D) a half-ounce tin of Bluebells & Rain solid perfume
       (D) a ritual dagger crafted from silver and antler
       (E) a small bone compass
           a small leather bound book written in runic script
           a shot of mandrake tea

ex me
This is a gravid dark-haired woman with glacier-grey eyes in her early
twenties with small C cup breasts.
You would judge her to be a 7.5 out of 10.
They seem prominent.
She is 5'5" and has pale and lightly freckle dusted skin, black hair, and gray
eyes.
You can see her face, neck, top of her breasts, and hands. More detail is
visible for her hands.

(desc)


Matilde is using:
<over clothes>   (E) a distressed brown leather jacket with brass zips
<on torso>       (E) a 3/4 sleeve empire line mini-dress in smoky velvet
<on feet>        (E) a pair of brown leather knee-high riding boots
<up to thighs>       a pair of ivory thigh high cable-knit socks

<around throat>  (D) a pristine white gold necklace with a blue diamond heart
<around wrist>   (S) a leather bracelet with silver and pearl moon charms
<l.index finger> (K) a pale moonstone cabochon mounted on a silver band
<on bracelet>        a tiny blue enamel tardis charm
<on bracelet>        a small silver and bone charm shaped like a drum

<carried>            a newborn baby girl

ooc I just.. no words
[OOC] Fidget: 'I just.. no words'


[OOC] Lastoftheancient: 'I don't even know how to RP what just happened? Can I football catch it?'


[OOC] Lastoftheancient: 'She fumbles, but he saves?'




Marcul feels like saying congratulations...?


Torsten is trying to find out if he should be rolling across a hospital
floor to catch a fumbled football in the redzone.


Marcul holds his hands up and goes long.


Aside from the blood and gore that must surely now be smearing the hospital
corridor, Matilde seems less panicked the baby, which must have been caught by
at least one of the men, if not both has been settled into her arms and she's
busy cooing over her new daughter while staff would probably be doing the
appropriate cord cutting and blanket business


"It is a good thing you didn't come out with hair on your chest like Aunty
Rachel suggested." Matilde coos to the tiny human creature thing in her arms


Severyna gracefully sways in from behind you.


Torsten definitely slid and caught Matilde's baby, from between her legs,
before that soft dome could crack off the floor. He's probably had his hands
dug in worst things. Marcul might have assisted for that, but he does indeed
rather quickly pass that to Matilde.


"...That usually happens in a hospital room, no?" Severyna chimes quietly,
her eyes going wide behind her sunglasses as she steps into the emergency room
just in time for... that.


Torsten turns and tries nonchalantly to wipe his hands off on Marcul, bonded
by something else's birthing fluids.


"I was just trying to explain to the nurse." Matilde pants out, still
slightly in shock from events as she rocks her baby


After the child is handed over to Matilde's arms, Marcul stands aside for
the nurses to do their work. He has a big smile on his face and makes a move to
stand beside Torsten, "They never go as planned, but they come out just the way
they should. Look at her..." He gestures towards the new mother, "Matilde,
Radiant Woman, with... she does not have a name chosen yet, but in time it will
come." He lets out a chuckle at Torsten wiping his hands and doesn't look
offended, "I do not know you, but I think I should, my name is Marcul." He
offers out a hand after wiping it on Torsten like some bonding exercise for a
shake afterwards.


Severyna closes the distance between herself and Matilde to peer down at the
newborn girl, a faint smile on her face. "She's beautiful. Congratulations,
Mata."


Torsten takes Marcul's hand and gives him a solid shake, nodding and looking
over to Matilde. "She's a lovely lady. Truly one of a kind. Babies are little
fragile things." He blows out a breath. "She sure picked a place to have one
though." He winces. "Not the floor, I mean. Like, Haven in general." Attention
on Severyna and Matilde still yet, he offers to Marcul, "Name's Torsten. I
don't know who you are, but I've decided I like you."


Torsten waves a hand. "I know your name, that is. Just not like, what you
do, and so forth."


"We were sure you'd be a boy." Matilde tells her new daughter, reaching over
to sooth a hand to the newborn's brow, she looks up, flashing a tired smile to
sev and tells her "Thank you"




Marcul gives a firm handshake to Torsten and look the man in the eye before
releasing his hand. He turns with a lifted hand to clap him on the back as he
looks over Matilde and the newborn, "Lovely, with a beautiful blessing. Babies
are fragile, but grow into strength for us all." He takes a few moments of
consideration while he watches the tired mother hold her child, turning aside
to Torsten, "I have heard your name before, and I work at the institute,
Matilde has spoken of you, Torsten, Baby Catcher."