What makes a woman - RPLOG
Participants
Date
9/4/2014
Log
While the lobby is still very busy with the hussle and bustle of both employees and customers... including the ever-present sexual fun going on in verious spots around, a collie herm adjusts hir suit. Shi's set up a folding table, beside and slightly behind hir a large device. It looks like some kind of teleporter pad out of Star Trek! Shi picks up a group of papers and taps them on the table, organizes the pens, and puts on a smile, hoping that shi'd get someone over to fill out the survey and let a fe small tests be conducted. As for hir apperence, shi looks rather average, DD breasts and 2 more C cups contained in hir suit. The pants loose enough to not make any male equipment shi might have visable, though a quick bit of sniffing would tell shi is definately of both genders hirself. The suit is very basic, a grey over jacket with a white button up under it, and grey slacks. No shoes.
Cookies steps through the lobby doors, clad in her usual garb- tube top, skinny jeans- and looks the collie over, stepping right up. She crosses her arms and tilts her head as she looks the papers over, smiling to herself. "Hello, accountant," she declares cheerfully as she finally looks up at the collie proper, though her tone also carries with it a certain disdain. "I am here for the survey. I assume I will be... compensated for my time, yes? A bite to eat, maybe yes?" She smiles cheerfully. The lion of her affections had food for her in stock, but these guys have frosted donuts and stuff! "As an aside I enjoy sprinkles on my donuts," she says as though it's just an offhanded remark, looking at her claws idly. "None of that coffee. You brew it terribly."
Flem stumbles on in, looking rather happy with herself. She'd recently moved in with his best friend and, after so long, had finally carted over her comic books from her old apartment to her new one! She'd left her labcoat behind today, didn't want it getting dirty, so she'd just wore the armor Zephyr provided. Which was conservative enough, but the strange chimera was very notably happy, but not ecstatic. She'd gotten used to the weirdness that happened in the Zephyr Lobby, but the weirdest things tended to come when people started acting very seriously. So, when there was a strangely well-dressed lady with a weird device, it obviously grabbed her attention. "Oh. Hello! This is a survey? Oh, what fun, what for?" She chirped.
Not long after Cookies arrives, so to does the supposed lion of her affections, and naturally without any sort of frosted pastry to be had. Dio ascends the downward bound stairs, taking special note to adjust his suit and such, starting from the collar all the way down to his dark pants. Taking an observatory glance around the lobby, it seems someone else shared his small pursuit of fashion as well! He wasn't quite sure he could help out with the subject matter for the event, but he could at least socialize a little. The lion makes his way towards Cookies, putting a gentle hand upon her shoulder while bowing to the lobby residents. "Good evening. I don't think I quite fit your target demographic, but I suppose I've jumped across the fence a few times."
With a few answering the allure of a public survey, Mitch, puts on hir best face, "Well, I could call down to the cafe to have them bring up some donuts if you like Ma'am, but you will be compensated, surely." Shi says to cookies, before looking over to Flem and Dio, "We here at Zephyr are always interested in the experiences of our field agents as well as the agents of others. What I have here is a simple survey intended to collect some simple information. We are interested in this strange world we find ourselves in as much as you are I'm sure, but it is my intention to study those, born male, but now find themselves with, ah, some female plumbing and carrying child." Shi says. Though it looks fairly flat, shi gives a slight rub to hir belly. Shi passes out the surveys, "Please fill these out, and come back up with me when you are done." Shi says. On them are a few simple questions, name, birth day, how long you have been infected, where you born male, are you now at least in part female, if so, are you currently pregnant, how long have you been pregnant, have you been pregnant before, how many have you tended to give birth to, have you used the Pregnancy Broadcaster or any other forms of accellerated pregnancy, and finally, have you browsed Zephyr's wonderful collection of pregnancy enhancing merchendice.
Flem spots Dio. She recognizes him! Well. She recognized him as a her. "Are you that lion fellow that makes clothes?" She asked before adressing the surveyor. And after she dropped the sales pitch, she seemed shocked. "Oh dear. Oh dear! I, um. I've never been pregnant! Does, um. Does that exempt me from taking the survey? Oh, I hate not being able to help out on these things! This is where science happens!" She was worried! She did take the clip board and gave it a good reading before she'd go to fill it out. It would be wrong not to!
Cookies gives two thumbs up to Mitch with a grin. "Donuts, yesss. You do that..." She squints at her, Data nanomagic prying at the basic info on her comm. "... Mitch! Mitch Mitch Mitch," she repeats, as though getting familiar with it. "Haven't mmmmet anyone nammmmed Mmmmmitch yet," she muses. Her ear quirks at the words 'and carrying child'. She takes a sharp breath in through her teeth and sighs it out. "Oooh. That's not so good, Mitch. I was under the impression it would just be the 'male to female' thing, Mitch. Boy oh boy, I could regale quite a story, tellyawhat Mitch," she insists, more carefully looking over the questions now, biting her lip and nodding a bit, looking confident. "I can answer MOST of these questions, though, easy, Mitch. Hey, you callin' in those donuts yet?" She pauses briefly. "Mmmitch?"
"Of course," Dio responds with a slight dip of his head. "While I'm not pregnant now, I am still a mother despite what appearance I may take. I'll see if I may assist your study the best I can. I do find the concept fascinating myself, that being the watered down sexual and gender barriers and such." The lion reaches out and takes one of the surveys for himself and gives it an initial glance. Hearing someone call out for him, he shares some attention with Flem. "That I am, my lady! With the lovely recipe I've purchased that enables such feats, it's become a small hobby of mine to construct different sets of attire. It's especially when you're off on more... close contact missions I suppose I should say."
While Cookies does her Cookies things, Dio starts filling in the survey matieral. When he gets to the birthdate however, he pauses for a moment. For the year, he makes some illedgible scribles and leaves it at that. "That pregnancy broadcaster is quite something. Would you perhaps be involved in such a project," he asks idly as he fills in the information.spoof "Of course," Dio responds with a slight dip of his head. "While I'm not pregnant now, I am still a mother despite what appearance I may take. I'll see if I may assist your study the best I can. I do find the concept fascinating myself, that being the watered down sexual and gender barriers and such." The lion reaches out and takes one of the surveys for himself and gives it an initial glance. Hearing someone call out for him, he shares some attention with Flem. "That I am, my lady! With the lovely recipe I've purchased that enables such feats, it's become a small hobby of mine to construct different sets of attire. It's especially when you're off on more... close contact missions I suppose I should say."
While Cookies does her Cookies things, Dio starts filling in the survey material. When he gets to the birthdate however, he pauses for a moment. For the year, he makes some illegible scribbles and leaves it at that. "That pregnancy broadcaster is quite something. Would you perhaps be involved in such a project," he asks idly as he fills in the information.
"Of course," Dio responds with a slight dip of his head. "While I'm not pregnant now, I am still a mother despite what appearance I may take. I'll see if I may assist your study the best I can. I do find the concept fascinating myself, that being the watered down sexual and gender barriers and such." The lion reaches out and takes one of the surveys for himself and gives it an initial glance. Hearing someone call out for him, he shares some attention with Flem. "That I am, my lady! With the lovely recipe I've purchased that enables such feats, it's become a small hobby of mine to construct different sets of attire. It's especially when you're off on more... close contact missions I suppose I should say."
While Cookies does her Cookies things, Dio starts filling in the survey material. When he gets to the birthdate however, he pauses for a moment. For the year, he makes some illegible scribbles and leaves it at that. "That pregnancy broadcaster is quite something. Would you perhaps be involved in such a project," he asks idly as he fills in the information.
Flem seems to perk up. "It is you!" She seemed pretty giddy, bouncing up and down happily. "Oh, great! I was wondering if I could commission you to do a few sets of clothing! Nothing difficult, just an outfit with a labcoat, something for my best friend, and some work out clothes for myself. All I can really pay with is freecreds, but I would really like it if you could make us feel a little more... Well, normal?" She came back to address the survey Collie."So, um. What does a pregnancy broadcaster do? I mean, if I ever got pregnant and I'm stuck like I am, it wouldn't exactly be something I'd want to broadcast to the whole state area." She inquired.
Marda slinks cautously into the lobby,scenting the air and listening to the jabber of the various people in the lobby. civilization always made it feel uncomfortable, too much noise and too many scents to much socile decorum. The friendly conversation of a from a particularly happy corner of the lobby drew its attention and he snuck up closer hidding the best it could so that it may better observe this happy little revelry.
Continuing to smile, Mitch looks over those collected to hir so far, and soon discovers a bit of a problem for hir. Hir smile turns into a bit of a frown, "Well.. I am part of the research team for the Pregnancy Broadcaster, yes, though I'm far more interested in this particular subject. Fortunately both are able to be done in concert, but, while all your help is very apprechiated, I'm in need of someone who is currently pregnant as well, humm." Shi says, looking between Dio, Flem, and Cookies. For now shi waits for the survays to be returned before commenting farther. Marda's entrance gives hir pause a moment though, before waving, "Oh, come over, come on over, have time for a survey?" Shi asks, still pondering over hir current problem of guests and lack of belly bumps.
Marda starts upon being discovered but sensing no ill intent it nervously slinks over to the one addresing it, stopping in a nervous crouch at its feet. It quirks its head to the side curiously, before speaking, speech was always so hard... so awkward and foriegn "...survey? ....what does it do?"
Dio's pen dances across the survey, occasionally taking breaks to take a few stabs at his memory. Come to think of it, he had relinquished a few mako nanites to power the pregnancy tower up a bit. After filling in the appropriate response for such a querry, the feline returns his attention to Flem, revealing quite the smile as the subject changes to something closer to home. "Why, I would be honored to craft something of that description. I wouldn't worry about payment. The reward of a happy individual is more than enough. I'll be glad to assist in your quest for clothing at a later time." Flickering back to his survey, he fills in the remaining questions and hands it back to Mitch. "Here you are, my lady. And if I could be so bold, may I ask why this topic is of interest to you? I can see you have first hand experience as well of course. And while I support your goal, I must admit how slightly humerous it is that we haven't run into a pregnant female in this era," he claims with a small chuckle.
Looking to Cookies a moment, Mitch smiles, "By the way, those donuts will be up in about twenty minutes. Seems there isn't much call for them this time of night, but, they have some being cooked up for you." Shi says, taking the survey from Dio, before trying to pass one to Marda, "Here you go, it is just a bunch of questions I'd like fo ryou to answer, do you think you can do that for me?" shi asks, using a slightly higher voice before reading over Dio's answers.
Flem chuckles politely, and then seemed to be a bit nervous. "I'm sorry. I don't plan on having children for some time, either father or mother." She seems to ponder the subject. "I'm guessing it has to do with that device she has right there." The device seemed to glow a bit whenever she said that, in her perception. She read it over one more time, and then did the survey.
Cookies frowns a bit as she swipes a pen, pressing the paper against the table and filling out the questions one by one. "Yeah okay tragic, how about them donuts?" She scribbles down some things, making no real attempt to hide it as she does. From the top, she jots down 'Carmen Sandiego', 2/11/1990, 2/11/2008, 'YEP', 'YEP', 'NOPE', skipping over the rest of the pregnancy questions and marking '7-13' at the tendency question. The remainder she merely marks 'NOPE'. With that, she just shoves it towards Mitch, grinning ear to ear. "Warm donuts are all the reward I'll ever need for filling out some half-assed survey, ma'am."
