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Who: Vriska & Crowley!
What: Your guess is as good as mine! But really, though. They're raising a baby together.
When: May 10.
Where: Let's start at Room 422.
Rating: E for EGG.

Okay, well. This sure was a thing, a weird happenstance. Vriska stares at the weird egg, frowning at it.

"But why though?"

After looking at the note, she's scooping up the thing in both hands, squishing it close to her chest as she makes her way down the hall. Well, better not risk it. Gotta listen to the note.

Crowley was a big name in the castle. Hell, he was there for the longest, so of course she'd know where and how to find him, if not, where to start looking. It was easy enough, his room just down the hall from hers. BETTER KNOCK, FIRST!

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Crowley disliked a lot of things. Karaoke. Fast food. Dale Winton. But the thing he hates the most is being woken up. So it's with a highly unamused face that he opens the door to Vriska. Why was she holding an egg? It's too early for these teenage shenanigans.

"This better be good."

And true to her name? Vriska will troll. Well, she'll troll with the truth, which is just as good.

"Congratulations, you're a father!" Egg lift is a go!

Crowley stares at the egg like a deer caught in headlights.

"What? Fuck off, they never come in...eggs. What's it doing?"

"Well," Vriska would say, looking down at the egg, biting her lip. "It seems to be in its shell, gently incubating until we commit to taking care of it."

Okay, yeah, she knows he was talking about the castle, but she does so enjoy being facetious in potentially serious situations. But after a devious grin, she'd handing Crowley the note. "Looks like the castle actually wants us to take care of the next thing that'll end up eating our faces."

Crowley stares down at the note, quickly reading through it, before very pointedly incinerating it in his palm.

"Yeah, I'm going to go with a 'no' on this one. If you want to raise and love...whatever the fuck is in that egg, be my guest. "

And right when Crowley decides to speak with dissent against the urging of the note, that's when the egg starts shaking in Vriska's hands... and starts cracking.

"Great. Now you've gone and done it!"

"What? I didn't do anything, you're holding the bloody thing!"

He sets a fireball alight in his hand, ready for the worst, watching that horrible thing cracking.

"Wh--" Vriska looks down at it, eyes widening at a tentacle slipping out.

"N-No! I didn't do anything!" She gasps when another very small tentacle appears shortly after, more cracks showing on the eggshell's surface, almost dropping it in the process. "It's this one of your jokes?"

Someone, it has tentacles, why does it have to be tentacles? Crowley grimaces, stepping back, raising his arm to keep the thing from...touching him, or something.

"Oh yes, I'm well known for making tentacle babies come out of eggs. That is a thing I'm famous for."

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