enter, stage left.

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

[ A female Marluxia portals into the DR. If anyone had an eye to notice such things, her abdomen is...just a little plump: she's three months pregnant and currently has no clue about her condition. Oh, by the way? She looks all too unfazed for a Nobody who's just landed somewhere other than her desired destination. She -- or actually, he -- has been through so much the past few weeks that he'll blink his pretty little eyes at nothing. Or so he thinks, anyway. ]

Well, then. Either I've blinked and the world has undergone yet another transformation, or someone possessing a high degree of aptitude for the arts and too much free time has done us all a favor by creating a new shelter. The second option is begging to be the truth, really. Would anyone like to own up to it? Let's not be humble, now.

[ ooc; Infos. ]

Comments

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

[female Demyx's just going to...stare because, wtf?]

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

[ Woah, Dem? You were pretty pregnant the last time she saw you... ]

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

.. you've already delivered that spawn of yours?

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

Uh, what?

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

Last I saw you, it seemed as if you would burst if you didn't find a way to remove that parasite from your body.

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

--- You're talking to the wrong Demyx.

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

Hm. I'll humor you. Please, point me in the direction of the correct Demyx.

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

There's like at least ten Demyxes in this place.

[seasides]

[....ffff oh god like he really wants to see a female Marluxia with Nami's memories floating around in his head.]

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

Are there, now?

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

There's a couple hundred keyblade wielders around too.

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

[ How do I broke brains? ¯\(º_o)/¯ ]

Ah? Now yours is a face I've not yet seen.

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

My, such an interesting tale you're weaving here. Do continue; I've been suffering from an extreme lack of entertainment as of late.

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

This place is called the Dressing Room and it randomly picks up people from their worlds, including versions of us from alternate universes.

Who knocked you up, by the way? Larxene?

[seasides]

Imagine that.

[coughs, hands in his pockets.]

Well to start with, you're not wherever you were before, or where you were heading, obviously. This place is called the dressing room.

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

Pardon? Knocked me up?

[ This wins you a frown. ]

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Who's the father?

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

[ Her eyes glaze curiously over the boy before she opens her mouth to speak again. ]

From IX, a lack of creativity is expected. However, now I'm curious. Share, if you would be so kind.

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

The father of what --

[ She bows her head down in order to inspect her belly. She's only been female for less than a day: the slightly larger gut, Marluxia assumed, was consequence of her transformation from male to female. The average female, after all, did carry more body fat than the average male. ]

[seasides]

The dressing room is an interdimensional crossroads with no way out and a bunch of doubles of people. That's the gist of it, anyway.

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

Are you going to keep it?

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

[ A dry laugh. ]

I'm not pregnant, I assure you.

[ Well, at least, this is what she wants to believe. ]

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

No way out? You mean to say that I'm free of that unforgiving hell?

[seasides]

Maybe. You could still be sucked back. By no way out, I mean that if you wanted to leave, you couldn't of your own free will.

[femmyx.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? On the other hands, nobodies are unable to have children. At least the ones from my universe~