11-24-2017, 07:20 AM
(Haha, yea, I thought it might be something popular to give a try. Maybe time will tell if others will join.)
He started with the basics more than anything, putting what he learned with Investigative Journalism while in college. The fog appeared close to a decade ago. In that same timeframe, he learned there were what most called “gaps.” These were periods in the timeframe in which individuals went without becoming pregnant. This allowed individuals with certain skills, like constructors and engineers, to build more buildings and the likes before it hit them again. The town was clearly expanding as a result, so Connor had to wonder if this fog was indeed sentient to some nature or if there was more at play? He typed away on the laptop in front of him, one of the few things salvaged from his wrecked car apparently. If he wasn’t so busy trying to crack the case at hand, he probably would be playing video games to pass the time. As he learned though, that was limited to the area they were around and can you imagine how many times he had to contend to hearing a lot of kids scream while playing games with their headset as if were a fascinating thing? Yea, he certainly wasn’t putting his children through such a thing...oh crud, he was letting those delicate sensibilities cloud his judgement again.
He sighed, taking a break from researching what was known. Usually he had some kind of help, but as his ears listened in, others within the home were spending their time in agony at the idea of carrying children while unsure if some Alien had free leisure with them or something else played a part. The house was typically depressing and if not for others trying to solve the matter like he was, he might have finally hit that final stage of grief with acceptance. He heard a knock on the door and with it came the door creaking open a bit further. It was the owner of the halfway home, Blake Mills. The man looked a bit worse for wear and that was to be expected given he had to come up sets of stairs. Connor cringed at the thought of having to do so himself. He wanted a room on the lower floor, but those were already taken by the individuals on bed rest, those who had the more bizarre cases of carrying octuplets or complicated births in general. Connor was just considered “healthy” with Quads, not really needing to rest until probably around the seventh month. That meant he had two more months to get this all figured out or else he may find himself like Blake: Getting pregnant back to back. Those who found partners never had to worry about being knocked up by a mysterious entity again. That’s what Blake was having to contend with at his house, what with having several children and presently expecting again.
“Everything’s fine,” he told the older male with a warm smile. “I think the only thing you could do for me is get back to your house and get some rest.”
His tone was courteous and sincere rather than commanding and rude. He really didn’t like to see the man put a strain on himself by tracking himself up and down the stairs. He knew it came with the job though. There was a house of pregnant females and males and it was his job to make sure they were alright.
“I was gonna head downstairs though, have some tea and probably snack on something though if you wanted to join me.”
No need to have him rush off to his other children right away, right? That was probably why his eyes were baggy in the first place. Sides, Blake had given up on the notion of escaping. Connor didn’t want to bombard him with theories him and others were making on their little board. He eased away from the chair a bit, helping ease himself up where he was clad in a long sleeve t-shirt that wasn’t exactly too big nor too small for that matter. He wore what appeared to be a form of either sweat pants or compression pants, grey in texture and form fitting around his now muscle thickened curves. As an athlete, they certainly were already seemingly attractive features. The pregnancy just made them a bit rounder. He waddled, as much as he hated it per his pride to walk normal, meeting Blake at the door. From there, he would help the other back down the stairs as much as he could if needed and in to the dining room if he wanted to hold a conversation.
He started with the basics more than anything, putting what he learned with Investigative Journalism while in college. The fog appeared close to a decade ago. In that same timeframe, he learned there were what most called “gaps.” These were periods in the timeframe in which individuals went without becoming pregnant. This allowed individuals with certain skills, like constructors and engineers, to build more buildings and the likes before it hit them again. The town was clearly expanding as a result, so Connor had to wonder if this fog was indeed sentient to some nature or if there was more at play? He typed away on the laptop in front of him, one of the few things salvaged from his wrecked car apparently. If he wasn’t so busy trying to crack the case at hand, he probably would be playing video games to pass the time. As he learned though, that was limited to the area they were around and can you imagine how many times he had to contend to hearing a lot of kids scream while playing games with their headset as if were a fascinating thing? Yea, he certainly wasn’t putting his children through such a thing...oh crud, he was letting those delicate sensibilities cloud his judgement again.
He sighed, taking a break from researching what was known. Usually he had some kind of help, but as his ears listened in, others within the home were spending their time in agony at the idea of carrying children while unsure if some Alien had free leisure with them or something else played a part. The house was typically depressing and if not for others trying to solve the matter like he was, he might have finally hit that final stage of grief with acceptance. He heard a knock on the door and with it came the door creaking open a bit further. It was the owner of the halfway home, Blake Mills. The man looked a bit worse for wear and that was to be expected given he had to come up sets of stairs. Connor cringed at the thought of having to do so himself. He wanted a room on the lower floor, but those were already taken by the individuals on bed rest, those who had the more bizarre cases of carrying octuplets or complicated births in general. Connor was just considered “healthy” with Quads, not really needing to rest until probably around the seventh month. That meant he had two more months to get this all figured out or else he may find himself like Blake: Getting pregnant back to back. Those who found partners never had to worry about being knocked up by a mysterious entity again. That’s what Blake was having to contend with at his house, what with having several children and presently expecting again.
“Everything’s fine,” he told the older male with a warm smile. “I think the only thing you could do for me is get back to your house and get some rest.”
His tone was courteous and sincere rather than commanding and rude. He really didn’t like to see the man put a strain on himself by tracking himself up and down the stairs. He knew it came with the job though. There was a house of pregnant females and males and it was his job to make sure they were alright.
“I was gonna head downstairs though, have some tea and probably snack on something though if you wanted to join me.”
No need to have him rush off to his other children right away, right? That was probably why his eyes were baggy in the first place. Sides, Blake had given up on the notion of escaping. Connor didn’t want to bombard him with theories him and others were making on their little board. He eased away from the chair a bit, helping ease himself up where he was clad in a long sleeve t-shirt that wasn’t exactly too big nor too small for that matter. He wore what appeared to be a form of either sweat pants or compression pants, grey in texture and form fitting around his now muscle thickened curves. As an athlete, they certainly were already seemingly attractive features. The pregnancy just made them a bit rounder. He waddled, as much as he hated it per his pride to walk normal, meeting Blake at the door. From there, he would help the other back down the stairs as much as he could if needed and in to the dining room if he wanted to hold a conversation.