What makes a woman - RPLOG
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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 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."
Buffy sits up with a start as she wakes up. "Huh? What? Where am I?" Her hair looks disheveled and she is sitting in a rather unflattering position; knees up, leaned back and propped up on her hands, and wings spread behind her in a mass of feathers.
Dio had finished his part, and without being pregnant, perhaps he could have a little fun. Or maybe just steal a little thunder from Cookies while getting a good laugh out of it. The lion slips a hand upon the cat girl's shoulder as he typically does, smiling all the while. But suddenly, the hand slips to the back of her precious head while his muzzle dives in for an intense lip-locking kiss! If poor Cookies didn't break away from it, Dio intended to make the smooch as long and romantic as possible before breaking away. "I possess all the sweets I need right here," he proclaims, trying to ham it up as much as possible.
Cookies taps her foot idly, frowning and scratching at the back of her head some. "I wonder what those little monstttttI mean angels are up to. Boy they were a handful those first couple of weeks," she mumbles. "I'm kind of a terrible mother, actually. But hey, not my fault they never call," she murmurs, evidently speaking to no one in particular, though she does make a gesture or two towards Mitch. "They can fend for themselves, that much is certain, and together I am positive they'll do just fine. Assuming they aren't destroying anything." She coughs into her hand and peers over at Dio. "They got that from you, you know. You'd think after you tipped one crumbling old building you've tipped them all, but nooo. Sigh! It's all fun and games until somebody gets trapped. Cream got all her best qualities from me, thoMRRRPGGPHH" she murfs into Dio's muzzle, shortly thereafter prying her way away from the kiss and hissing a bit. "GIRROFFAMEI'LLKICKYOURASS!" She bat-bats at Dio and struggles away.
Foxheart saunters into the lobby...very, very slowly. It feels more like she is walking this way because of her round belly that her hands are supporting, already panting quite heavily from just a short walk across a couple of blocks. Relieved to find herself finally in the lobby, she slumps onto one of the couches and sprawls out slightly, making sure that she stays decent as she does, difficult with yukatas not cut for her pregnant size! Her eyes flicker over to the lobby ongoings as she gives Dio a lazy tailwave, looking at Mitch with fleeting interest.
With another survey done, shi looks it over, then back up to Cookies. Mitch gives a slight sigh, "Well, thank you so far, do I have anyone else willing to fill out the questionare at least?" Shi asks, looking around a bit more. Cookies and Dio's display makes hir giggle a bit. "Oh, you should try it Flem, it is delightful." Shi says, looking next to the waking Buffy, "Hello there, you are safe in Zephyr Inc's home lobby. Don't have to worry a bit, though if you have time, I've a short survey for you to fill out." Shi says.
Marda's shiness about social settings does get the better of them, retreating away as the paper is held out. They scurry back off they way that they came, making Mitch sigh abit again, "Oh well, seems I might have to wait for another day, it is very odd Mr.." shi starts, then looks at the questionare Dio filled out, "Dio, but, what can be done?" Shi asks.
A catboi comes up in the elevator bringing with him a tray of donuts, a label on it stating 'One per customer, please fill out survey first.' Mitch smiling to him before he departs once more to kitchen duty. The sight of Foxheart makes Mitch's heart jump a bit! "Excuse me, um, Ma'am! Do you have time to fill out a survey?" Shi asks, waving to her and hoping that she did!
Buffy blinks as it slowly starts to dawn on her where she is and why. She sits up further, pulling at her skirt to put it into place and refolding her wings on her back. "A what?> A questionaire? What is it about?" She rubs her face again, stifling a yawn before running her fingers through her hair.
Flem laughs at Cookies and Dio. "You two are adorable together." She ponders for a moment before finally saying. "If only there were a way to be pregnant for a day without the fate of a kid being a factor." She shrugged, then sat down on a bad folding chair.
"Such harsh words!" Dio gasps for dramatic effect, even putting a hand over the bottom portion of his lips. "Such sour behavior betrays the very nature of your name. Surely our romance is not /half-baked/." Ouch, what an awful pun. But it wouldn't stop the old lion from laughing it up regardless. "And ours are quite... Well, independent right out of the gate. Considering their pure leonine forms, I suppose it only makes sense. I suppose they have inherited a lot from me."
Taking a sniff of the air, Dio notices a familiar scent. "My lady!" He says with excitement, walking over to Foxheart and wrapping his arms around her for a gentle hug, having to lean over quite a bit considering that she's sitting down! "I'm glad to see you again. Would you perhaps like an escort over to the questionnaire area? They could use your help," he says, holding out his hand and walking her there should she accept.
Foxheart starts to pick herself up slowly before she surrenders, stretching her arm out to Mitch and hoping that shi gets the message. A squeak leaks from her muzzle as she's hugged all of a sudden, her round belly pressing against Dio's form as her free hand slides around the feline's back to return the hug. "Alright." The vixen smiles warmly, a little bit too winded to say much more as she squeezes the lion's hand in hers and lets him lead her over to the researcher, where she picks up an empty survey form and speed-reads. "What's this about?"
Cookies huffs as she recomposes herself, glaring up at Dio, then giving that catboi a wink and a sly smile as he passes through. "Aaah, the fine laborers of the kitchen. A cat after my own heart," she sighs dreamily. She sweeps up one of the donuts and gets straight to work, taking a bite into the pastry and letting out a long purrr of delight. "Ahhh, man. I could make these myself but there just isn't anything like food fresh outta the oven." Her tail sways at a steady, contented pace behind her, catgirl taking her sweet time with her donut. "Hey, accountant. I mean Mitch. Or maybe I do mean accountant?" She ponders it a moment before getting back on track. "Either way. Where /is/ that kitchen, anyway? Just out of curiosity."
Mitch smiles a bit more as Foxheart takes a survey, "Well, we are conducting some studies into pregnancies in the nanite age, and it is my work to find information about those who were born male, but find themselves of the female persuasion, at least in part, and of motherly ways, such as yourself! It is wonderful to see someone such as yourself here, please, fill that out, and, as a quick question, it is on the survey, but, where you born male? If so, please, after you have that filled out, step up on the pad here. It won't hurt a bit, though it might tickle." Shi says, looking next over to Buffy, "Well, I'm conducting some research, as I said, this is a short survey. If you have a moment, would you mind filling it out?" Shi asks. Shi continues to watch Cookies and Dio play, agreeing with Flem about them being cute together, before answering, "Well, there is such a way, it is called a Birth Control, if you are pregnant, take one, and you won't be anymore, though... I personally wouldn't recommend it, children almost completely take care of themselves these days anyway." Shi says.
Another look over to Cookies, "The kitchen? It is down stairs, next to the cafe of course, though it is employees only. If you are interested in culinary research, I think that is up on the third floor." Shi explains.
Buffy slowly stands up, pulling her clothes into place and making sure that she is decent after sleeping in her clothes. She stretches herself, hands behind her head and twisting at the waist. "A survey about pregnancies? Sure, I'll fill it in, but I was born female and have never been pregnant, so I am not sure how much use I would be."
Flem raises an eyebrow. "Yeah. I understand that there's a need to maintain anonymity in some tests, but after one finishes the survey, there's usually a briefing on what we just signed on for." She turned in her clipboard and survey. She had answered her questions honestly. She'd only been infected for a month or so, her name was Fleming Tobias Wootz, she was in her mid-twenties. "Wait, I thought birth control only worked when you weren't pregnant or the day of!" She exclaimed. She seemed to have somewhat of a distressed expression. "No! I mean, no, it feels kind of weird to me for... You know, to do that. I was just thinking, you know, if I could actually just pass along my pregnancy to someone else or something like that!" She realized how irrational that sounded. She also realized she was getting flustered over a hypothetical. "Oh, I'm sorry." Her large, vulpine ears hung low.
"I was." Foxheart admits, her ears folding to hide the violent blush spreading across the pink of her ears. She spends quite a bit of time reading through each question, her survey much longer than the others, most likely. Once she's finally done, the kitsune slides the sheet of paper on the table and then steps on the platform, protectively crossing her arms across her belly.
"It's quite the pleasent surprise to see you here, my lady," Dio comments while leading Foxheart over to the table, letting go momentarily later to allow her focus upon the task in front of her. "I hope that you've been well since the last time we've met? To my greatest shame, I must admit it's been quite awhile since we've seen each other." The lion looks at Cookies. Stares. Glares. But to be honest, he was a little curious as well. "Employees only, eh?" Regardless of his thoughts or feelings, he returns his hand to Cookies' shoulder as it once was. "Birth control has certainly gotten a lot more... controlling I suppose you could say. And children do come out quite functional, but it's still within your best interests to guide them along and perhaps teach them a little self control along the way."
Cookies smiles innocently up at Dio as he glares, taking mental note of the directions- probably should have been obvious, but hey, never hurts to ask. "Great to know, grrreat to know." She also makes a note of the particular garb of the catboi who had entered. "Employees only. Huh." She leans in against Dio's side a bit and quirks a brow. "Hey, that better not be offhanded commentary on my parenting, buddy. At the very least, Cream is a paragon of light and goodness and usually not participating in building tipping," she insists up at Dio.
More smiling, Mitch works over the machine. It glows, a circle above Foxheart and one below shining. Indeed, no pain, but there is quite a bit of tickling, centering on Foxheart's belly. The tickling tingle persists for a while, even after the machine is done, Mitch looking over the results, "Interesting! Interesting! Well, this confirms what we suspected, but we'll need more results to be conclusive. I feel confident in sharing though." Shi says, smiling, "It would seem, at least in all the cases we have tested so far, that in your make-shift overies, there are no eggs! At least, not at first, that our wonderful microscopic friends work with what they have on hand to make eggs. Again, need more to be sure of this, but thank you greatly! This will help us." Shi says, then looks back to Buffy, "Please, fill that out at your own pace, and turn it in when ready. Anyone and everyone is welcome to fill it out, any data we collect will be useful." Finally, a bit more for Flem, "Wll, there is that possability too. I'm sure you have heard of Ovipositioning? Taking the developing little one from one person and putting it into the womb of another? Some of my friends have had a great time with that. You might want to look into it." Shi says, before taking a thumb drive out of hir pocket and making a copy of Foxheart's data.
"Interesting. I'm no less fertile for it though~" Foxheart shoots Dio a wink at that remark and then leans back until the tingly feeling subsides. After a bit of giggling.
Buffy glances from Mitch to Foxheart and to Flem, listening to the conversation and looking somewhat baffled. She must be new here if talk like that surprises her. She does nod, though, and walks over to the survey, glancing through the questions and slowly filling out the form. She's only been here for less then 24 hours, and as far as she knows her only mutations so far are these wings of her and some changes below the belt. She blushes a little as she fills out the information on that last bit, the partial change in gender still a shock to her.
Flem's jaw just hangs low. "Oh, no, no, I meant for your experiment thing and I didn't mean it like that and I'm not actually in that stuff and um, I, uh." She gives a strange squeaking sound from the base of her throat, looking completely flustered and confused and shocked all at the same time.
