#fenixtj

-------------

"out of the way, Bluetooth, I got the Nursemaid"

"What... oh, Necropsis. Am I glad to ...." She trails off.

Necropsis appears to have nearly summoned a boggan woman, "I keep telling you, is Midwife or Doula and..."

Tweak gives Necropsis a glare, then a grin, then a groan as she pauses in her pacing again.

Nec takes Tweak's hands, "Baby, don't trust my lips, they bite. Trust me. Okay. Trust me. Now this old hag gonna help you with the bellyworm, just like we planned, okay? And then I'm leaving you." But he squeezes her hands, "Lips bite. So trust me"

"She, um, her water.... and then she walked her. I offered to carry her but... she wanted to walk." Jessica explains.

Tweak nods abruptly at Necropsis's words...or more precisely, their intent. "Yeah...'salright, ain' no big deal, hurts sometimes, but ain' no big shit."

"Where does it hurt?" The womann, whos name they cannot remember but seems okay with midwife, or for that matter 'hag' moves ccloser to feel about gently but with expertise.

Tweak snorts. "You fuckin' kiddin' me? 'Where it hurt?'....You done this afore?"

"Don't sass me, if you have paints where should not be pains I need to know" the woman says in cliipped in english and proceeds to sy "Pain there, fine, " then over there "Pain here, not so good. Okay? So far, pain where should be, that's good. We get you on bed now."

"Do you need anything, Seniora? Hot water or ... bandages or.... anything? They have a plan, I think."

"others are already preparing I think, Senorita Flamefree. " Midwife hag says "But if you could clear out all but father mother, myself? I need more room"

"Yeah, fine, yeah...pain where it fuckin' sposed t' be, fine."

That's when a whammy hits Tweak hard

"Right, um... well... that's um.... that's me. Ok. I'll be nearby, just let me know if you need anything." She turns, heading for the door.

"OHFUCKINMOTHEROFSINWHATTHE.....NNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

"Okay, okay, lady troll, need something, get bed, bring it in here" An order to the Freeholder "NOw would be good."

Necropsis looks at the woman like she's crazy "My bitch ain't laying her egg sack in a damn forge!"

The wave of pain past, Tweak starts pacing again, a bit hunched, keeping a hand on the various work surfaces as she goes.

The Freeholder jolts at the scream and spins, hears her orders, and leaves.

"Shh...baby want to be born here," the old woman says.. and the pain lessens a bit as if proving that? Though only Tweak knows that

A quick nod. "Ain' leavin', Crawley. This be it." And a deep breath...she's able to straighten a bit again.

"You one crazy bitch and I hope the kid got my sanity" Necropsis kisses her cheek tenderly.//Meawhile, Midwife Hag makes a gesture, "Spoonn full of the suguar. Medicine going down. Dirt go away, at least from this ground" and the worst of the dirt and filth in the place sweeps away

"BLUETOOTH!" Nec calls out "Where my queen's throne?!"

"Getoffofme," Tweak swats Nec away with preoccupation, but grins a bit....before yelling at the midwife, "Now, don' go tidyin' up all my creative inspiration!"

"You already got inspired mmonths ago," The old woman says "Manufacturing done, you now doing distributions. Comprehende?"

Tweak looks like she's about to argue...but then just says, "Fine, what th' fuck ever," and begins pacing again.

Jessica returns post-haste with... a bed. The bed from Tweak and Necropsis's room.

"Nobody mention no damn fruits" He says as the matress is brought in

"Okay, clean sheets, good good, lay down we get to work"

That last from Senora hag

She sets it down carefully, backing away.

Tweak stares as the large piece of furniture comes in. "Of course. Fuckin' troll, gotta show off."

"Don' wanna lay down. Lemme 'lone." She's pacing again.

'Lay down! Or I clean this whole place and not just a spot" The midwife says "I do it"

"Lissen, bitch, I...." But the baby doesn't seem to want her to finish that sentence. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh....." Teeth gritted, she makes her way to the bed.

Necropsis is there , helping guide Tweak to it.

She doesn't want the help, whether or not she needs it, and says a few choice words in his direction.

"Yeah yeah, we do the foreplay later" He mutters.

Jessica steps back outside and.... well, paces.

Outside, Diego and Mitra are already pacing and look up at her. "How's it going?" Diego asks.

From within the Forge, another LOUD string of curses....

Between her curses, cries of "Breathe!" and "Push" can be heard...as well as "My gawdamn hand, woman I only got 8 legs!"

As things progress, questions are raised about Nec's parentage, his sanity, his manhood, and his culpability in the current state of affairs.

The litany may be repeated...more than once....

PErhaps it's best this wwas in the forge area, one of the more stable spots of the hold, because the labor screaming is still causing small tremors through out the hold.

Necropsis, for his part, insults her in the most assuring way possible.

Occasionally, there's the sound of glass shattering or a piece of metal clanging...but so far, it doesn't seem to be related to any of the hold's essential plumbing or power supply.

"Going that well is it?" Diego says as rather than Jessica answering his question, the sounds do.