notabluesbro | 34th Confession [Video/Possible Action/]

[Well, it was three months in the making. Literally, making. But it's over, and Wolfwood's never been so relieved in his life; it was a bunch of paranoid, silly thoughts, ones that he was able to shove aside when everything had a good ending. It was good to know the Wolfwood lineage wasn't eternally damned when it came to healthy births and decent parents.

After he stays with Milly and the baby for a while, he supposes he should put up a quick mention that, y'know, everything went smoothly. While Milly's sleeping, he fidgets with the camera and let's the journal capture a picture of a little fella who looks something like this. Yes, this kid has a lot of hair. He totally gets it from his daddy. Of course, had he had his eyes open, people would have noticed he got a little of his mama to him, too.]

Looks like it's a boy, born 5:30 PM on the dot at a whopping 9 pounds, 7 ounces. [There's a sympathetic twang to his words, because wow; poor Milly, that is just... awful numbers, right there.] Definitely a healthy kid. Milly's doing good, at least. Nothing bad to report... save for a broken thumb, but I think that's a fair trade for the dad.

[His thumb, yes. He waggles it in front of the journal, but whatever. He gives no fucks to the injury ~~that his wife caused during the birth~~.]

We're thinking Noah's a pretty good name. Something cute that he won't be embarrassed about when he's older, right?

...

Noah Wolfwood. It's not a bad name.

[It's kind of surreal, actually, having someone else with your name. Not just a marriage, but an actual honest-to-god chunk of lineage. Now this little triforce is complete.]

Anyone got particular baby advice they wanna hand down? I'm sure Milly'd appreciate it, and frankly, I haven't helped with a newborn in.... well, a hell of a long time. I'm all ears.

[Orphanage, he misses you. There was maybe one occassion they'd dealt with a newborn, but the others who helped run it were a little more skilled at it than he was so he let them swoon and take care of her.

In retrospect, maybe that would have been good practice for him. AW WELL.

People're allowed to visit now at least, once Milly's awake and content with company (which she always seems to be). There are also the usual people working the clinic checking in to make sure everything's going well enough. Law gets his props for being on the ball and good at this sorta' thing.]

((ooc: there's a log up here for visiting after the baby's born, but if you want to visit here it's coolio, too! mainly just leavin' it open for you to do whatever your heart wishes. visiting logs will also have milly involved as well!))

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[Well, that's nice. All this doom and gloom since coming here, but here's a baby born]

Congratulations.

Thanks. It's been a, uh... pretty eventful day.

[it's an understatement for him

this day stressed him out more than most of his gunfights combined]

I'm sure. Best of luck.

Appreciate it, Mr.... Uh... ?

[whoever you are]

[A pause as he aborts his move to close the journal.]

Bleakman.

Bleakman - a New Feather, I take it. [Not that he stalks through the journals from time to time, noooo.] The name's Wolfwood; if you ever need help with something around here, don't hesitate to give me a ping on this thing.

[Since you were nice enough to congratulate, and all.]

[A long pause as he adjusts to being offered help for his own sake and not his title's.]

Thank you.

Not a problem. Lucetians gotta look out for each other however long they're around.

[also because he's in a damn good mood today. that helps.]

Lucetians? [The soft voice turns up in the mildest of ironic amusement.] Are we a nation?

[He snerks a little at that.]

Short-hand for all the people in this place, sure. Though, some people consider it home - since some of them can't exactly go back to their own. Or like it more than their own. Either/or.

Like it more? I thought this was supposed to be hell.

My home planet was hell, too, but it's still home. For some people, that holds up the same. But if you're asking if this place is literally Hell, I'd have to disagree. Not enough traditional hellfire and brimstone.

[A soft laugh.] I wasn't. [A pause.] My foster-mother thinks what you find in Hell depends on what you find in the person.

Ah, well, then this definitely isn't Hell. I doubt my hell would have magical thought bubbles, wings, talking animals, anything this place magics up.

Are you a theist, then?

Something like that, yeah. I'd be a pretty weird priest if I weren't.

Point. [A pause.] Magical thought bubbles?

Yep, magical thought bubbles. You could see everybody's thoughts over their heads. Sometimes hear them, too, but mostly see.

[A pause.] How...unsettling.

Having your personal thoughts broadcasted to the village? Just a little. Couple that with teleporting against your will and changing genders or ages and you'll be all set.

I imagine people spend a lot of time in their houses.

... I think at this point, people are either new and are blindsided by it, or they're old-timers who don't even care if shifts like that happen at this point.

[You're saying shift happens? someone's voice--Ivan's, probably--cackles in the back of his brain.]

I'd think it would only infuriate everyone more each time.

For some, yeah. For me, it's just another annoying inconvenience. Well, for the little ones, anyway. I can handle thought bubbles and changing ages. I guess it just depends on people's circumstances and how they handle shifts.

Like the weather, or...?

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