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Tukiko looked at the clock.

03:32 in bright blue numerals, the only light in the room. Well, of course it was, it was three thirty in the morning dammit.

The ' : ' between the numerals blinked on and off at her. Tukiko counted the seconds...

"Ow."

She turned to Tai, snorring softly beside her. Tukiko smiled. His whole world was about to change, let him sleep for five more minutes.

"Owwww."

Maybe not.

"Sorry my love." She whispered, and then dug him sharply in the side with her elbow.

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Hyle Troy's picture

O.O 

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Subdane's picture

((oh oh. 

Tuki's picture

03:51

The voice of Tukiko below, currently taking up most of the back seat of her car, is interspaced with responses from Tai. However, having forgotten English in his panic and reverting to Japanese, his responses have been omitted. Other unrecorded interruptions include such things as objects hitting the fenders, the fenders hitting objects and the sounds of both the car’s suspension and transmission noisily disintegrating enroute.

"We have to stop off at the Devil’s Own camp to tell them… OWWWWW! Never mind, drive! Drive!"

"Have you called Mom?"

"Call Joe, no wait, he’ll just go back to sleep. Call Kirsten. No wait! ...Silja, call Silja!"

"Call Maisy. Tell her I’ll be in late."

"We should have taken the road!"

"Mind that… what was it? A rotter?! You’ve gone the wrong waaaayyyyy!"

"Oh I must visit the Sasquatch… No of course not now! "

"Have you called ahead? Where? Haven of course! To tell them we are coming?!"

"This doesn’t look like the right valley… Are you sure? Really sure? What do you mean, No?! …TAIIIII!"

"Awww dammit… gonna have to get the back seat valeted now. Never mind, keep going!"

"Tai if I have to deliver this baby myself I swear am going to KILLLLL YOUUUUU!"

"What did Mom say? Then call her! NOW!"

Erm................ Oops?

Hyle Troy's picture

Hyle looks with pride at a perfectly finished white baby sock.. realises the time. Goes to bed thnking she most pull out the other sock and make it the same size as the perfect one..  tomorrow.

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Tuki's picture

15:48

The two robed figures, the ones with the 'Sun and Crescent Moon' tattoos, were not happy with having to let 'certain people' into Haven. However, Seeker Troy had insisted, and so, after a short debate among the other Seekers, it was allowed. Now they stood in opposite corners of the delivery room, both wearing expressions of assassins working out legitimate reasons for killing someone who, in their opinion, should never have been allowed through the gates.

Meanwhile, on the delivery table, that same revered Seeker Troy was spending her eighth consecutive hour in the most undignified position known to man, well, woman to be pedantic. Any sense of dignity, and feelings of the wonder of childbirth had long since been left behind. Suddenly she reached up and grabbed the collar of the man who was her partner. With that same surprising strength required by surgeons to saw through bones and manhandle muscle, she pulled him close so that she could make absolutely sure he could hear her viciously hissed and deeply meant words.

"I AM NEVER EVER DOING THIS AGAIN!"

Erm................ Oops?

Subdane's picture

((I'm stuck somewhere between Tuki is still a little girl and Oh oh. 

Joe Spivey's picture

((Dawww... I guess she always will be... even 700 years down the line Gregor still tends to treat her like a kid sometimes.

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Hyle Troy's picture

Hyle is causing a scene at the gate to Haven..  finally Tai combined making a call to Hyle with speaking english after the third call... 

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Tuki's picture

15:50

Tai retreated to the only vacant chair which didn’t provide an eye level view of the proceedings, to nurse his crushed fingers. Tukiko sucked deeply on the dangling water tube and, with a deceptively weak looking wave of her fingers, beckoned Hyle closer.

Not being anywhere as naïve as Taioko, Hyle’s first action on reaching the bloated, sweating she-devil that used to be her daughter was to take hold of her free hand in both of hers and pin it firmly to the resilient thick rubber padded top of the maternity bed. If Tai had paid more attention to the deep gouges in said rubber padded top he might have avoided the second-worse consequences of being a pregnant woman’s ‘birthing partner’. Oh well, she thought, he’ll remember next time.

“Momma?” Tuki said, looking up at her with huge wet puppy eyes. “They won’t give me an epidural Momma.” The bottom lip started to quiver. “Momma? Please Momma, I want an epidural. I really do.”

Then the puppy eyes narrowed and glinted and the tired, pleading voice dropped an octave and gained an unholy growl. “Tell them to give me a flipping epidural, Momma” It seems that even the unendurable agony of pushing out new life into the world wasn’t quite enough to make Tuki use the ‘F’ word.

Erm................ Oops?

Hyle Troy's picture

Hyle sent an icy blue stare  at the closest midwife, followed by a terse "Do it !".  

In the fifteen seconds since she had burst through the door, Hyle realised that the scream of agony she could hear was not in fact Tuki but Tai. She carefully prised Tuki's fingermails out of the back of Tai's hands and sent him to sit somewhere 'useful'. Meaning 'out of the way'. Tai sat rocking on the chair doing that japanese 'Håååå' sound that japanese men do. 

The next thing Hyle did was to dip into the capacious bag that had been on standby in the cupboard by the door of her house for the last four weeks and produce a small portable cylinder of Nitrous Oxide.. 

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Joe Spivey's picture

Am I missing something?

 

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Tuki's picture

15:50:30

The junior midwife, who had done nothing to deserve the stare of Nordic displeasure, turned to the senior midwife. Realising that a decision like this was beyond her pay grade, the senior midwife turned to the resident physician. The resident physician, who was just starting his shift and had been briefed on potentially sensitive political ramifications turned to the two robed figures in the corners. In their turn, both of these worthies had caught the tone in the voice of cursed Tech mother of Seeker Troy and, notwithstanding the years of training they had both endured to become members of Sun and Moon, both had suddenly found much more pressing problems needing their attention. In the case of one it was an untied shoelace he didn’t have and in the case of the other it was a phantom hangnail that required urgent attention.

Muttering “I’m just a doctor, dammit,” the resident physician turned to the senior midwife and nodded. The senior midwife turned to the junior midwife, who was just disappearing out of the door and thereby securing the ‘plausible deniability’ excuse that would save her ass should everything turn uterus shaped in there. Wishing she had thought of that, the senior midwife prepared the epidural.

The resident physician spotted the cylinder of nitrous oxide. He headed towards Hyle.

“I’m sorry, you can’t just pull a cylinder of unauthorised gas out of your bag like that.”

On the delivery table, the head of the beast turned in their direction.

Erm................ Oops?

Hyle Troy's picture

Having gained the victory over the epidural, Hyle diplomaticaly acquiesced about the gas cylinder and and returned it to the bag.

The icy glare warmed a few degrees and Hyle nodded with a soft smile. "Just a doctor?" , Her head tilted, to one side while holding his gaze. " A doctor, like my daughter then. Not 'just'.. "

She glanced at Tuki on the bed for a second then returned her attention to the resident physician.

Hyle then added in a soft but authoritive voice laden with an implicit demand "I have every confidence then." She then took her place at the bedhead beside Tuki, holding her hand gently but ready to arrest any sudden thrashing

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Joe Spivey's picture

Did it again

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Tuki's picture

15:53

“I didn’t see anyone else rushing to relieve the pain of another human being trying to claw its way out of my…” Tuki turned her head as far as she could, knowing Taioko was sitting out of sight behind the delivery table. The gravel heavy growl returned. “I blame you for this Tai! Don’t you hide, come here and give me your hand so I can show how much I love you.”

Tai whimpered and turned imploring eyes to his mother in law. Hyle set her gaze on the resident doctor… who lasted about two seconds.

“Okay, fine! It’s not like I’m under strict instruction from our religious leaders or anything.”

He retrieved the bottle of N2O from Hyle’s bag and attached it, along with a bottle of 0xygen, to the ancient Boyle’s Machine. After adjusting the mix he strapped the face mask onto the , for want of a better word that could get him fired, ‘patient’.

After several deep breaths the Tuki everyone knew and loved returned to the scene… just in time for the midwife to jab a long needle right into her spinal column.

Erm................ Oops?

Hyle Troy's picture

Hyle kept the 'cursed Tech mother of Seeker Troy' mask fully visible. After all what mother seeing her child in agony would not want the best for her, hmm?

As Tuki's grip relaxed in her hand, Hyle was able to take stock of the situation. The two goons she had barged past in her haste to be at Tuki's side seemed distracted, 'useless' was another verb she had in mind also.

The midwives were now busied administering pain relief and other prenatal cares to Tuki. Hyle did though catch the occaisional resentful glance coming her way from either, but the glances were quickly averted when Hyle caught thier eye.

As for the resident doctor. He was truly fully applied to the task, checking and rechecking every minute detailof the ongoing labour. Hyle had sometimes watched Tuki at work in the clinic, She had displayed the same dilligence as was being enacted by the doctor now. Hyle could be assured Tuki was in fact in good hands.

Tai, well. He was looking pretty much like the one who was always last picked for the team. The spare part. Persona non grata. Hyle almost smirked. She could imagine he felt worried, worried for Tuki and for the tiny being making its way into his life. Powerless, even though he was the father, right here he was not needed, in a technical sense. He felt out of place.The thought came to Hyle. he now starts the craft of the father.

Hyle looked down at the sweating purple face of her daughter. Thier eyes met. Between Tuki and herself the stern mask was invisible. Nothing was said, the tenderness shone through. The whole story. From urchin thief to motherhood was exchanged between them in a second. Hyle smiled. A perfect moment.

The sudden clenching of Tuki's grip on Hyles hand signalled the return to real time.....

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Tuki's picture

 

15:56

Everyone, except the midwife, clenched their collective sphincters as Tuki’s whole body stiffened and her eyes opened wide. However, instead of the air being filled with violent expletives, several seconds of quiet calm ticked by before Tuki slumped, her only words on the subject of the four inch needle sticking in her being the well-worn mantra used by doctors and nurses since the invention of the hypodermic syringe. “This, might feel a little uncomfortable.” The words indicating that her brain had sought refuge from the painful intrusion by falling back on the only familiar comfort phrase that seemed to fit.

Sphincters now relaxed again, the midwife withdrew the needle to leave the catheter nicely placed between two vertebrae. Swiftly connecting the other end up to the anaesthetic drip she opened the valve and Seeker Troy’s lower half ceased to be an overly active participant in the pain thing. Job done she stood up to see the gobsmacked expressions turned her way. She exchanged eye rolls with the resident physician.

“She’s a brand new Mum to be, all perfectly normal. If you think this is distressing, just wait until she starts pooping herself…” She turned to Tai. “New Dad? That will be where you come in.”

Taioko’s expression was priceless.

 

Erm................ Oops?

Subdane's picture

((lol that's just mean 

Tuki's picture

 

17:32

After the midwife’s words everyone got down to business.

Those who needed to scoop poop, scooped poop.

Those who needed to hold hands, held hands.

Those who watched from the corners, watched from the corners.

Those who eased a new life into the world, did so with consummate care.

Those who made sure the mother didn’t die in the process, performed admirably.

And those whose job it was to push, pushed with all their might so that the life that had grown inside them for nine months could take its place, for good or ill, in the harsh, careless, beautiful world that would be its new home and its last cradle.

And so, at 17:33 and some few seconds, Ichiro Joseph Dane Troy made his undignified debut into the fallen earth.

After mother and son had been cleaned up, and father had washed his hands, the first family photograph was taken.

Erm................ Oops?

Tuki's picture

What Do I Do?

What do I do

Ichiro, Traditional Japanese name meaning 'First son'

Joseph Dane, after the two men Tuki knew she could always turn to.

Troy, His Family.

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Subdane's picture

((Holy damn. I feel deeply honored that my character had such a big impact on yours! But then again, so did yours on mine ;)
I can't even put into a simple line how Subdane would feel about this. Well, an attempt would be some wet eyes and a sniffling nose.
Thank you for sharing this with us.

Grats on the newest member to the family :)

Joe Spivey's picture

((Thank you Sub. Of course Subdane had an immense influence on Tuki as she grew up. In the scene in Halloween Fantasy where the party is attacked by the Blood Ticks everyone is trying to find a melee weapon to fight them. 'Ellie' takes from her backpack a carefully wrapped item which professor Hill identifies as a combat knife from the pre-Sirtuin era... some 700 years ago. This was the knife Subdane gave to to Tuki to replace her dagger, which he wanted to investigate. BTW, if you remember, right at the start of the story, Professor Hill is amazed at the statue to Joe Spivey which is unveiled in the square in ruins of New Flagstaff. The sculptor explains to her that it was originally his interpretation of the stories of the legendary figure of Subdane/Sundane. Here is that statue: http://fallenearth.rp-haven.com/comment/46376#comment-46376 enjoy :D

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Hyle Troy's picture

The Mask of the Cursed Tech Mother of Seeker Toy had evaporated somewhere during the last 90 minutes.

Hyle held the camera in shaking hands and tried to make sure the focus was sharp through wet eyes

'Click'

She put the camera down. Tuki moved closer and presented the pink wrinkled wriggling new generation of Troy. 

Tuki grinned. " Bedstemor."..   

That was it. One word and Hyles emotional dam burst.

Later, as Hyle followed the small procession to the recovery room, she paused to thank the doctor, pressing a small piece of paper into his hand as she did so.

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Hyle Troy's picture

Bedstemor.

bedstemor

 

'The next generation. They even called you a Dane... '

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Joe Spivey's picture

((Dawwwwwwwwwww. That's sweeeeeeeeet... and not as 'red' and 'just born' looking. Feel free to babysit any time you like.... anytime, absolu... you don't even need to ask, just come in and pick him up.

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.



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