Elixirs Brewed, Plans Refined
12th of January 2007 A.D.
Over the next few days you find yourself doodling arcane formulas in the back of your notebooks, not a guardian per say, but a caretaker spirit invested in watching over little Amanda Lucia as she grows up, more than mortal in poise and wisdom, able to interface naturally with machines she would be able to send word of peril at once. It wouldn't be that hard to sell Rosie on the notion, the birth had been pretty hard on her and... It's only when you find yourself preparing a new batch of healing potions in the laboratory that it occurs to you that it might be best to stick to simpler fare at least for now. Thresholds would be troublesome and the presence of the Wilsons with whom Rosie still lives with at least until next month when you'll have the time to go apartment-hunting even more so.
Or as Isabela put it. "So let me see if I understand this, you want to make the baby, burbling, barely out of her mother baby an attendant
demon? Don't get me wrong that sounds wicked, I wanna see it, but unless you're planning to enthral the parents—" she raises her hand to bat away the objection she had seen on your face "—which you probably aren't from previous indications it's probably better to stick to the basic hellish gift basket, not the deluxe one for the moment."
Augustus looks up from the tax filings he had been doing. "Amazing young lady, a suggestion that would lower the overall amount of chaos in your vicinity."
The younger vampire laughs and blows him a kiss. "Maybe I'm maximizing over a longer period. And anyway it's not chaos I'm after, mundane chaos is boring, I want to see more arcane marvels. You know like magic cyborgs, that is a scintillating addition to the city of Chicago even if none of them wanted to go clubbing with me..." You let the silence grow until she huffs. "It's good socializing experience!"
"Well then convince them of that, I'm not about the micromanage them." Unspoken are the words 'anymore than I do you'.
"Fine, fine," she huffs and settles back into the copy
Fundamentals of Thaumic Engineering that she had asked Iris to download on a reading slate.
***
Operation 'get Rosie on her feet' starts with chi balancing tea to deal with the hormonal re-jiggering of no longer having a tenant in residence which seems to work great once she's no longer in danger of snorting up laughing from the perfectly factual description...
"I am going to get you for that Molly Carpenter!"
And finishes with actual healing potions to deal with the aches and pains of surgery. The only consequence of her pregnancy you can't do anything about is the weight gain and that does not need fixing. She'd been underweight before she got pregnant for reasons neither of you like thinking about.
"So," Rosie bounces out of bed, the last vial still in hand. "When are we... you know, moving out? Sorry if this is a rush or a bad time for you, but if I have to spend much longer inside this house. Mom's trying a little bit at least, but Jared's barely said two words to acknowledge me or Amada and my stepbrother's been asking questions that make me wish he'd do the same."
"Oh," you grimace. "He is just a kid.."
"I know, I know, no sense getting angry, but it still hurt to think about it when he asks 'but what's her last name gonna be?'. I'm just
sick of having to tiptoe around it, of being measured and weighed and judged... I just wanna start over, or maybe just start, let all this be my weird and dark prelude."
When s Rosie moving out?
[] Next month, as soon as is reasonable after the birth
[] In two months, what Jared would prefer from what Rosie overheard
[] Three months, Rosie's mother would probably prefer this most, she the least
[] Write in
OOC: If you had gotten her an Arcanum or anything else obviously magical there would have been a default option for now with the requisite social rolls. You guys can still write it in if you like, just be aware that there will be questions.