frost (frost) wrote in wtnvgame, @ 2021-04-03 09:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !action/thread/log, ₴inactive player: rae, ₴inactive player: squid, ₴inactive: emma frost, ₴inactive: poseidon |
something is messed up somewhere
The realisation had come on all at once for Emma, a glance at the phone to check the dates and see what it was she had lined up at the Hellfire Club and little dots catching her eye. The count back on her fingers had been necessary just to be sure nothing in this desert shitshow had thrown her off.
But the dots were right, and she was late. Significantly so. It wasn't terribly unusual for her age group, sure, but she was studious about these things, especially since her stint as a Phoenix Avatar had replenished certain things stolen from her. And now here she was, pacing her sitting room, waiting for the God of the Seas to get his ass into her home so that she could pee on over a dozen sticks.
Was that too much? Not enough? An odd number was probably best, if only so that the majority could win.
Unless they were all the same, but even then, that meant the majority won. She'd already drained the orange juice from her fridge, waiting on the Gatorade and tests to arrive, even as she felt the dread and anxiety coiling up inside her. How the fuck had she managed to miss this?
There he was, standing in her kitchen looking bewildered and confused for a moment or so. Of course he didn't want his gills cut off and fed to him - that was some serious Ares shit if he ever heard it, so he tightened his grip on the five full bags of pregnancy tests and began looking for her.
"I'm here," he announced. "So no gill carving necessary." Poseidon made him way to Emma's sitting room and... took a moment to take in how different she looked. The only Emma he had seen was pristine and perfect in every sense and iteration of the word. "Hey..." he said quietly, holding up the bags in offering. He'd forgotten the gatorade, of course.
Honestly it hadn't truly set in for him yet; the possibility that this was partly his fault. Not completely at least. Not that, were Night Vale different and he was able to leave, he would pull a Zeus and abandon her. After all, Poseidon was already a father a couple of times over - though that didn't mean he was great at it or necessarily anyone's first choice.
Emma hadn't gotten dressed; she was in her oversized shirt (possibly Steve's, maybe Bruce's) and her underwear, her hair was rumpled from her hands going through it and she was contemplating being a diamond for nine months. Thankfully, Poseidon's appearance gave her something to focus on.
"Finally." There wasn't a 'thank you' just yet, or her usual airs and graces, no kiss on the cheek or silly innuendo about him just popping in, Emma was entirely focused on the merchandise he brought. The table in the kitchen was promptly covered in more pregnancy tests than one sorority might need, never mind one person.
Grabbing one of the Clear Blue tests, because she'd at least remembered the adverts for those, she glanced at the rest, "Where's my Gatorade?" Because she was literally going to need rehydrating.
Poseidon held up his empty hand with a dazed sort of look - a red 32 oz. Gatorade appearing. "Are you..." The God of the Sea had begun to ask if she was alright, but based on her current state that was a little tone deaf at the moment. "Do you want me to wait outside or should I go or....?" he questioned, willing to do whatever she asked, basically.
He offered her a small, cautious but trying-his-best-to-be-comforting smile. Gods, that was a lot of pregnancy tests - mortals had become so weird. "You know there's this kind of—" he made a gesture with his finger twirling at the side of his temple to signify crazy, "mortal back home who keeps trying to convince women to stick an onion up there and if they have onion breath in the morning they're likely pregnant..."
The God of the Sea let those crickets chirp for a moment before clearing his throat. "But yeah, this is a much better method if not dehydrating..."
The appearance of the Gatorade at least quelled any insult on following directions, and Emma snatched that to put it on the table. Trying to read over the instructions quickly to find the time frame and have an idea on how long this might take. Of course even she lost that train of thought when Poseidon mentioned onions.
"You know, object insertion is a viable kink, but if I wanted a fist inside me, I'd just ask for one." Honestly, it was a miracle they'd made it through the Dark Ages if this is what passed as remedial medicine back then.
"I'm going to go into the bathroom," there was a measure of terseness in her tone, but she could almost understand how this was for Poseidon, "you can wait here or..." she didn't need to make him stay there with her, he'd gotten what she needed and... who even knew what the outcome might be, "leave if you want." Even if her voice caught a tiny bit there, a little anxiousness seeping through the frustration. Grabbing three tests at once, Emma did an about face and stalked quickly to the bathroom.
Emotional vulnerability wasn't her strong point.
If I wanted a fist inside me, I'd just ask for one. His gills very nearly popped at that comment. Were it not for the continued response from the blonde, Poseidon would have been forced to dwell on the details of said kink.
Now he wasn't a complete fool all the time, and arguably he was pretty sensitive at least in comparison to Zeus - so the change in her tone was something he zeroed in on. Poseidon had no plans, and truthfully if he did he likely would have cancelled them now, given Emma's current predicament. "I've got nothing going on," he told her gently even as she turned her back to him to head toward the bathroom. "I'll wait." He told himself he was staying to make sure she didn't dehydrate too badly - that was important for mortals, after all.
Poseidon followed, though stopped short at the door - content to stand there with a sort of buffering mode look on his face as he finally thought to do the math in his head. A few times. He didn't exactly go around knocking up mortals like his younger brother, it took him several moments.
Working out the system wasn't overly complicated. Although Emma thought there could be more dignified ways of checking these things than urinating on little swaps on sticks, she did her business while attempting her hardest to keep her dignity intact. Possibly shockingly, but she'd never had to do this before. Never had a need to. With Scott she'd been aware enough of everything, always, to never have one of those 'oh shit' moments. And Hank was almost always around to discuss health and tests with.
In this situation she had no such luck, thus peeing.
Luckily all of the tests came with caps, and Emma could clip those on while she had to wait for three minutes. Three minutes. She wasted a little time by washing her hands repeatedly, aware that Poseidon hadn't left, purely by the grace of hearing the outline of his thoughts, not that she was dipping in there too deeply, a brief glance over Steve had made her pull back from that.
Gathering up the tests, Emma left the bathroom, taking a breath as she glanced over at Poseidon. "Okay, a little wait now."
And, quietly, Poseidon did have an 'oh shit' moment. His eyes grew wide and he had the urge to pop back to the lake and just sink to the bottom. But it disappeared quickly - replaced with the reminder that he already had Triton. That he missed Triton. "So it's.." he began to say but let his train of thought derail.
Mine wasn't something he wanted to question or add to any conversation that they were about to have, or not have. Even if Emma was pregnant, and it was his, he was only a contributing factor really. All of this was Emma and her decision. The God of the Sea cleared his throat a little as she came back out.
"Would this be your first?" he asked her, eyebrows raised lightly in interest. "I mean, we don't have to talk about it if you don't..." Poseidon put his hands up in a universal non-threatening manner. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
Having had a little time, and realising that she was literally being a manic idiot, Emma was far less prepared to bite his head off for just talking. It didn't help that this was utterly insane. "Technically." Emma grumbled it lightly, returning to the kitchen to grab the bottle of Gatorade before stopping in the sitting in the living room, her tests just sitting on the coffee table.
"I have five daughters, four daughters, actually. But they weren't born by traditional manners." The Cuckoos weren't technically daughters either, cloned from Emma's eggs rather than actually fertilised by what Emma understood. Although she felt the connection to the Four in One, and although they'd started to call her 'mom', she'd never carried them, or conceived them.
"Sit down, would you? That'll take a minute or so more to tell me if we're... if there's a baby."
Technically - sounded like such a Greek answer he had to once again remind himself that Emma was by their definition, a mortal. She was an enhanced mortal, but not quite a demigod despite having abilities. Poseidon wasn't unconvinced there wasn't some kind of deity blood in all of it. Her little explanation didn't help the matter, either. "You know that doesn't help my theory of you being secretly a demigoddess," he smirked faintly. It was a compliment. Mostly.
The freudian-slip of we're, though, had the Sea God sitting down almost instantly. On the floor. "Yep, okay, I am.... sitting... here.. with you." Poseidon said with an eager nod, his gaze taking a moment to actually lock with Emma's.
"I have three, currently, used to be four," he started to speak. What happened with Polyphemus still causing him grief if he allowed it. And he legitimately didn't know his count was actually still off. "Triton was born about a year ago. He's got my gills, and Amphitrite's eyes, but he's a total chub," he chuckled lightly - looking over at Emma to gauge whether or not it was helping or if she was ready to stab his eyes out with diamond-fingers.
There was a tired smirk on her face, the notion of her status being upgraded to demigoddess, it was unlikely there was anything godly in her line, looking at her parents, it was more likely a throwback that she and Christian were just excellent. "I dare say a demigoddess would be far more aware of her own body."
Laying over the couch, her head pillowed just past where Poseidon's was, where he sat on the floor, Emma started toying with the ends of his hair, listening about his children. "Sounds utterly darling." A small smooshy child, all rolls of fat and chubby cheeks ripe for pinching. "I didn't know my daughters until they were teenagers, granted they were mostly born as teenagers." Brought out of their incubation when they were most use.
"I hadn't really... I've never wanted a child. Not really." Which was the truth. Her world wasn't one to bring a child into, she didn't always understand how her team mates could do it, even if there was something of a fuck you to just continuing the population. But Emma didn't want to inflict that level of bias and oppression to her child. "Things aren't ideal at home, they've only just gotten better."
"Touche," he replied fairly. She had a point, though it wasn't completely unheard of for things to just... happen super fast. Humans were more delicate, though. They needed time - despite not having quite a lot of it in the first place.
As Emma began to play with his hair he found it oddly soothing, allowing his head to lull back against her frame. He closed his eyes and smirked faintly. "You know, you'd be surprised how common that is back home." He didn't dare ask what happened to her daughters, or where they were now - having his own loss, he knew better.
"Originally I thought I wanted kids, then I freaked out thinking how terrible I'd be given the trauma Kronos caused, but it's worked out okay so far..." He paused. "I mean we're all generally pompous assholes with too much power for our own good, but some of us don't see the world as a giant toy there for our entertainment."
Poseidon paused again before: "Not everyone is lucky enough to know what they want in life, and that's okay." He reached for her hand and carefully raised it to his lips to press a kiss into her palm. "Half the time I think the Fates are just winging it, anyway."
There was something of a calmness there, despite the fact that she knew this was a less than calm situation. But until she knew for sure, her panic wasn't going to help matters at all. Poseidon seemed content to sit and talk while waiting for the tests, and Emma knew there was no rushing things; Bruce wasn't the type of Doctor she could go to with this, and she hardly wanted to expose Hulk to this distress. So the sticks were her option for now.
"We should be cautious about what our parents did to us." It wasn't like she'd been eaten by her father, and she had checked her old mythology knowledge and updated it a little after she'd met Poseidon, something she'd similarly done when she'd met Thor in her own world. "But I think, maybe, that can just make us better?" There was always the fear of turning into their parents, but it was possible to just push that down, focus on the child.
"I'm certain they are." She knew it was more literal for him, the Fates being what they were. "It's the only explanation for all of this." Because in what world would Night Vale just happen? Checking mentally, Emma sighed before pushing herself up. "They should be ready."
"I think so, too," he replied with a nod - having always kept it in his mind that he wanted to be a better father than Kronos. That bar wasn't very high, but sometimes he even lumped his younger brother in there, a well.
Poseidon didn't get the chance to reassure her that he wasn't like Zeus, or half of the Greeks who conceived demigods with mortals and then just left - but Emma had the advantage over him of being able to pick up his thoughts with little effort. He considered remaining seated as she got up to check the tests, but his own mixture of nerves and curiosity had him scrambling to his feet.
He stood in the doorway again, though, giving her space. "You know whatever it says... I'd like to be a supportive as you need me to," he told her. Poseidon was dense, but he wasn't insensitive to others.
There was something to this, something shattering and important to realise that of her two potential baby-daddies neither of them were running for the hills screaming. And while, no, she didn't think Scott would've ever done that, she was also aware that Scott's consideration would never be for whatever Emma needed to support her, but what he felt the mutant community needed.
This was certainly one time where Emma needed to not make her actions about the mutant community.
Giving Poseidon's cheek a quick kiss, the most she could really get out without being an emotional mess, Emma turned to the tests on the table. "Right well," they should've been simple, should've been an easy case of pregnant or not-pregnant.
Except all three had different results, one pregnant, one not-pregnant and the third just blank. Which could mean any number of things. "Seriously?" How could peeing on a stick not be simple?
He couldn't read minds (which by all accounts was 100% a good thing) but he was pretty perceptive to emotions when he bothered to tune in. Or had the attention to do so. Regardless of the fact that pregnancies were that much more serious for mortals - he could tell Emma was going through some shit at the moment.
Her answer wasn't one he expected. "Wait, what?" he countered, leaning over to peak - as if the lines meant anything to him. His head tilted not completely unlike a dog would at a strange sound. Maybe she did need to piss on all of them? Which, he was definitely going to bring up the lining-them-up-and-waddling idea again if that was the case.
"Wanna try the onion thing?" he asked with a glance and sheepish grin.
Rolling her eyes, Emma grabbed another two boxes of tests, and the Gatorade, before levelling a withering look on Poseidon, "I'm still not in the mood to get fisted, darling."
This was going to be mentally exhausting.