Day Twenty-Eight (Oct 25 - Oct 26) (End of Kitten Event!)

[navi_no]

Alas, all good(?), fun (??) things must come to an end. Thanks to the efforts of Lucas and Loki, the Goose and most of the kittens are gone by the end of the day, and the Chaos that has plagued the ship for the last few weeks will soon fade into memory.

The end itself comes not with a bang or a whimper, but a wash of chaotic energy across the Noanga. For one, brief moment, everyone feels it. It's the energy of something that was born when the universe began. Something motherly yet a force of nature. Something so profoundly ancient that it -she- has the power to do anything she wants.

And then it's gone.

To those receptive to it, there are final gifts to be given out. Maybe they're useful, or maybe it's one final prank the Mother of Chaos has pulled.

In the Bar/Tarven, a metal nest appears, and inside those few sabertoothed flerken kittens who have decided to stay with one of the crew, all the missing items that vanished over the last three weeks, far too much glittery yarn, and plushies of everyone, each with a small white bow around their necks.

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[managerbehindthrone]

For a near 40ft tall robot, Esmeryl can be easy to miss if one doesn't know to look for her, yet here she is in the Bar-Tavern at one of the tanles designed for a species her size, paint coloured bright blues and purples with red trim.

Energon sits before Esmeryl, half drunken, but that's not what she's staring at. No; red optics stare down at the tiny - oh so tiny, not even a foot long - egg that rests before her.

It's tiny and she could, feasibly, push it onto one of the organics on the ship, but the selfish part of her, the part that misses Solon something fierce, that misses Donnie, doesn't want to. She wants a child to raise, and without any truly dedicated cloning facilities and someone who knew how to use them, the sample that sits in her subspace won't amount to anything.

"I I believe... this is mine?" She cocks her head then takes a sip of energon. "Pity we do not have the internet."

Near as she knows, that is.

[under_the_raptors_wings]

Æn'kae paused by the table when the robot spoke, looking over at the egg and then up to her. Maybe his intrusion wouldn't be entirely welcome, but, maybe? "If uh, if you'd like, I can run some scans on your egg and just see what we can learn?" He pushed his hand back through his hair, the dark brown picking up a faint color sheen as it moved, but settling back almost as quickly as he dropped his hand.

[managerbehindthrone]

"I would not be opposed," Esmeryl says as she glances downwards.

"Would you care for a lift up?" Meaning her hand as a lift; there doesn't seem to be away for smaller species to get up to the top of the table otherwise, and while she isn't above kneeling to bring the egg down to his level, she also doesn't want to.

[under_the_raptors_wings]

"A lift?" The idea confused him for just a moment as he processed it. "Oh uh. I think I could climb up if that's awkward, but uh. It might be a little easier if you don't mind?" He rubbed at the back of his neck.

[kosmonautilus]

Lucas is not one to miss things, though the real question is whether it goes from his subconscious to his Crown. The egg did before Esmeryl in this case – honestly with all the changing about of bodies he has trouble recognizing her. But he was an egg once, has some parenting instinct and is curious since he too found himself with a little being of his own.

The height of the table is less of a challenge, not when he got arms that stretch long and suckers strong enough to pull himself up and a general disregard for being upside-down. He’ll pull himself up on the table, perch on two of his arms. “I have an odd coral!” he declares, plucking the little being off him – easy to miss at first, between the patterns of his skin, but now he gently lifts it off, tendrils uncurling and mouth grinning as it dangles from the tip of his arm. “It will not let go”