Adulting 101 [Remy/Wren/Richard]

["Wren"]

Normally Wren was fascinated by health and health sciences. It was relative to the field of interest she wished to pursue once she graduated and, what was more, it was one of her strongest subjects.

Except for today.

"Okay, class!" Ms. Wilkes dropped briefly from view behind her desk and reappeared a moment later, a small bin in hand. She looked a little too pleased with herself. "Today we're beginning a new unit; Introduction to Neonatal Anatomy and Care."

Wren's nose wrinkled. Gross.

"First, we're going to begin with a little project. Who in the room has ever cared for a younger sibling? A cousin maybe?"

Most of the other kids in the room raised their hands. Wren did not. Her brother was older, and thus, did not apply. Even if he acted like a child...

"Good! Then most of you should be pros!" Ms. Wilkes opened the bin, revealing... a carton of eggs.

The goth's stomach bottomed out. Oh no.

"For the next week, you and a partner will be taking care of one of these little guys." She held up one of the eggs to show that, no, she was not joking. "This is your baby for the next seven days. All you have to do is keep it safe and have it on or near you at all times. Until the end of the project, we will do daily check-ins during class, and I expect both partners to keep a journal listing each partner's involvement in rearing your newborn. Use your textbooks here to help you detail a routine from morning to night, each day of the week. Each day, you'll have a new variable that I will give you at the end of class. Now, time to partner up! Rows one and three, the person on your right is your partner for this assignment. Any questions?"

A hand shot up a few rows ahead of Wren. "Can we give them names?"

"I expect you too! Anything else? No? Alright, get to it!"

"Tch," Wren sighed, glancing to her left to the person sitting beside her, frowning deeply.

Great. People.

[Remy Ophelia Cage]

they say we what we are
but we don't have to be

I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way.

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TAG: "Wren" NOTES: Hope it's suffice <3

♦ Boredville. It was just one of those days where it seemed to drag on forever. Remy hated these days. She wasn't particularly fond of life's slow moments preferring the fast paced movements over the snail like crawl. Suddenly things shifted into a more dreadful situation. Hazel green orbs slowly glanced up to the teacher hearing a familiar 'p' word being thrown out into the room. ~Project? Tch. Wonderful.~ ♦ It was like a horror story unfolding before her eyes. Not one that starred her as the victim no; that poor innocent lifeless egg took that role. Ms. Wilkes really placed the wrong project in the worse of hands. Upside - at least it wasn't a mock baby with a microchip inside cause then she'd have to deal with the constant crying. Truthfully she probably would've tampered with it to shut the thing up if necessary. Downside it was an egg. A most fragile little thing in existence. This quack seriously wanted them to pretend to be 'parents'. What good was this going to do? Teach them responsibility? Remy could think of many other methods. ♦ The excitement of the other students forced an eye roll and low groan from the teen. Pitiful she saw them in this moment. It was an egg and they wanted to name it like it was a pet or for purpose of the assignment a child. She muttered under her breath however was heard by the girl in front of her who turned around to respond.  "This is ridiculous." "No it's not. It'll teach us how to be good parents." "Seriously? All I see it teaching you is when you're really hungry it's gonna be the best omelet you've ever tasted." "What?! You can't eat your baby!" "Kronos did." ♦ Remy made a mocking biting motion and the flustered girl wordlessly turned back forward with a small huff. Now it was just getting comical. She snickered before taking a glance to her newly appointed partner for this shit storm whom seemed just as 'pleased ' as she. Someone had to address the other sooner or later instead of having a stare off. "I share the same sentiment."

PYXIS ★    

["Wren"]

Heh. Kronos. Though as Wren recalled, that didn't work out too well for the Titan in the end.

Rather than respond to her new partner's shared disdain at the ensuing project, Wren blinked once at her, long, slow and cat-like. Very good, then, that blink seemed to say, though honestly it was hard to tell with how deadpan her expression was.

That changed swiftly with the tell-tale British lilt behind her chiming in. More out of habit than anything else, she turned her head to cast her flat gaze on the blonde young man behind her, a small crease forming between her thin eyebrows as they decreased the gap between them by a single iota. After staring at him with a look that could wither hardy plants studying him for a moment, she nodded once, imperceptibly.

"Mm," she agreed.

"Oh, darn!" Wren returned her attention to the front of the room, where Ms. Wilkes was grimacing as she inspected one of the eggs in the carton as she handed them out to approaching students. She tsked to herself. "Broken. Well, I suppose we'll just have to move some groups around then. Let's see..."

Wren's eyes narrowed slightly at the woman in mild incredulity. Could she not just... buy another egg? Or have a student bring one from home? Was this really rocket science?

As if sensing the goth's derision, Ms. Wilkes' gaze landed on the pair of unenthusiastic girls, and the pair just behind them. "Richard, Remy and Wren are a group, and Rebbecca, Jason and Dwight are a group. Come up and grab your eggs!"

GREAT.MORE people. At least she'd gotten their names without having to waste time with annoying introductions. And the teacher used her preferred name.

Sighing as though infinitely grieved by the minor inconvenience of having to participate in a group project, Wren rose from behind the desk and went to retrieve the egg from Ms. Wilkes. The teacher handed it over with a flourish and a corresponding sheet of paper, delicately pressing the egg into Wren's hand.

Wren frowned down at the egg, turning it over in her hands. It didn't feel right. Lighter. Briefly turning her suspicious stare to the excruciatingly pleasant teacher, Wren eventually made her way back to her desk, and her partners. Shoving her desk with her foot, she turned it just enough so she could face both Richard and Remy. To Richard, she handed the egg; to Remy, she handed the paper. Then she sat down, a faint scowl tugging down the corners of her ink-black lips.

EGG BABY-PROJECT
RULES:

Rule 1: The eggs have been drained their life force so they’re particularly fragile and not smelly.
Rule 2: Eggs must be named and individually decorated by the egg parents.
Rule 3: Each parent must provide a safe, aerated carriage for their kid.
Rule 4: Egg babies must be attended to at all times by an egg parent, or a trustworthy babysitter.
Rule 5: DON’T BREAK THE EGG.

Just to make it harder, apparently.