Absit Omen RPG

Were godparents still a thing? Flynn had no idea. Very few of his friends were parents, and Audrey hadn't given Linus any godparents. But it wasn't unheard of. Wasn't it usually a religious thing? He wasn't sure.

He thought for a second about it, but then Jules dropped the question-- asking if he would be willing to be the godfather to her children. "I'm not sure what that means," He replied honestly, letting out a light laugh. As he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkled. "Uh, I'd be honored." He counted Jules among his dear friends. Some might say it was an unlikely friendship, but it somehow worked. Being coworkers and in charge of their individual floors during the last few crises could make or break an amiable relationship. Flynn was in the privileged postion of finding himself feeling close to his coworkers.

".... What am I supposed to do? Give them birthday presents and whatnot?" Obviously.

Jules didn't refuse the hug-- in fact, she seemed like she appreciated it. She may have a cold exterior, but at least she was warm with the friends in her life.

Or, well... Warm-ish. Lukewarm.

She wanted a martini. Too bad, she couldn't have one. That'd have to wait until she wasn't incubating little witches and/or wizards. But if he had been in her position, he'd want a martini too. Or a nice tequila.

"You'll be a great mum," He assured Jules. After all, Audrey was a great parent even though she was a cold person. You could tell how much she loved her son. "But I promise, I won't let you be too mean to them. Just a little mean." He offered her a wink.

It seemed that Jules was going through a whirlwind of emotions, and Flynn wasn't exactly sure how to handle it. She was usually so collected and almost cold. There was something about being pregnant that was... Opening up a whole new side to Jules. He knew she had her worries about being a single mother-- let alone a single mother of triplets. As her friend, he was determined to be there for her in whatever way he could.

"Well, congratulations." Flynn smiled, giving Jules an awkward side hug-- complete with a pat on the back. "Three babies." He echoed, "How do you, uh." He stepped back and rubbed the back of his neck, "You alright?"

Flynn let out a laugh and shook his head at Jules. He was glad to see that she was recovering so swiftly from the shock, but was also worried that it would hit her hard later. He doublechecked the magical stethoscope to make sure it was at the right setting before placing it on Jules' abdomen.

Then he listened, adjusted, and listened some more.

He detected two heartbeats for sure. Flynn turned up the volume on the stethoscope before he picked up on the third heartbeat. He moved the stethoscope around to be sure. There were three strong, steady heartbeats. He stood up straight. "Well, Jules." He offered her the stethoscope. "I heard three heartbeats. You can confirm if you want." It would probably make it more real for her, and give her a certainty that hearing from someone else wouldn't bring.

Carrying multiples though-- that was a high risk pregnancy. She would have to be on bedrest soon, if she wanted to carry the babies long enough for them to be viable without sacrificing her health.

Flynn liked Carol Kemp-- she had been the one to train him in midwifery. Most mothers wanted to have a woman as their midwife. Some women, however, did not care as long as you had the training and the experience to help them have the healthiest pregnancy and birth possible. Midwives were also responsible for checking in on new mothers regularly.

He wasn't comfortable with sedating Jules with potions-- especially due to the fact that they could be a risk to the babies. She knew that though. Instead he offered Jules an amused smile tinged with sympathy.

"Er, if you don't mind then... Can you expose your stomach?" God, this was awkward. It wouldn't have been awkward with a patient, but it sure as hell was awkward with a coworker. He pushed through it though. Jules needed the help, and she was going to him. 

Flynn gave Jules a doe-eyed stare, like a buck that was a girl deer. Standing in traffic. Staring at the lights. Welcoming the sweet release of death.

Okay, maybe not the sweet release of death. The point was, Flynn was staring at Jules with wide eyes. Why? Who knows, but Jules was cussing and freaking out... So maybe that had something to do with it.

".... Why would Miranda be mad about you being pregnant..?" Why was Healer Elliot mad at anything? Flynn had yet to uncover that mystery, and anyone who could would win the prize of a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Clearly, Flynn didn't want to make a monetary commitment to this discovery. "Well. If she's mad, you'll get over it. There's not much you can do about being pregnant now." Not that she wanted to. Hadn't Jules been trying to have these babies. He'd kinda assumed she was having twins...

"You're 18 weeks, right?" Almost halfway? "19?" He got out of his seat and opened a drawer, taking out a stethoscope. He took out his wand and quickly charmed it to enhance the sounds of heartbeats-- and potentially differentiate between them so he could figure out how many babies there were. "I can listen for multiple heartbeats for you." He offered, "But if you're more comfortable, I can refer to to Carol Kemp."

Flynn knew better than to answer a woman asking him if she looked fat. He'd been chewed out by Audrey enough, and the memories of it still haunted him to this day. But. Jules was asking him from a medical perspective.... And she was pregnant. The weight gain wasn't in her face. Her arms looked thin.

In fact, it looked like the weight was mostly in her midsection, and she looked waaaay farther along than the vast majority of women at this stage in the pregnancy. Twins were likely. Maybe triplets. There'd have to be tests to find out for sure, but he was pretty sure.

"Jules..." How to phrase this. "Have you considered the possibility that, uh. You might be carrying multiples?"

"I mean, there's a squirrel that shows up sometimes." Flynn replied, taking a seat on his over-stuffed couch. He motioned for Maree to make herself comfortable. He hadn't expected her company today, but he was glad to have it. She was a sweetheart, easy to be around. "I don't know why he's focused on me." He sighed. The squirrel had plagued him for well over a decade at this point. It had followed him from one apartment complex to the next.

He'd asked his neighbors if they had a squirrel problem. Obviously, they didn't.  Just him. The squirrel was a Flynn and Cass problem. It had originally just been a Flynn problem. A decade long Flynn problem. But things change. Cassidy too, had made an enemy of Bloodeye.

"It's a long story. And you'll think I'm mad." Like all his neighbors probably did. "Besides. Maybe we shouldn't talk about him. You know, calling his name might summon it." Oh! He was being rude! "Did you want tea? Or coffee?" He stole a quick glance at the entryway to the kitchen. "I went to the muggle grocery store. In the American section there was this cereal called 'Lucky Charms.' My dad believes that muggles think that it gives them good luck to eat it." He shrugged, "I haven't asked the leprechaun community about their appropriation though..."

Flynn didn't have any meetings scheduled at this time, but it wasn't unusual for coworkers to stop by to chat from time to time. He did his best to keep his office an accessible and open space for people, and he wanted his coworkers to be able to approach him with any problems they had with the hospital fearlessly.

A very pregnant looking Jules entered his office, and he greeted her with a wide smile. He was so excited for her-- becoming a parent was a huge deal, and he thought that she was a brave woman for doing it alone. Single mothers were not to be messed with-- his sister Audrey had taught him that. "Jules!" He exclaimed, waiting for her to close the door behind her. "How are you feeling?"

"My jokes are hilarious." Flynn raised an eyebrow, pressing forward with ill-advised confidence, "It's not my fault you don't appreciate my humor." he teased.  Wait. No. He didn't mean to imply that his boss had no sense of humor! For the briefest of moments, he panicked. Then he decided there was no use in panicking, he'd already said it so he might as well own it. Besides.... It was also a joke.

If she really had a sense of humor, then she'd get it. Right?

He took a sip of coffee, more certain than he should've been that it wasn't poisoned.

"Wait. What? What do you mean, I don't seem capable?" He was more confused than offended, "I wouldn't have gotten the job if I wasn't." Miranda knew that, of course. Especially after the whole Ignan thing.

Flynn was just finishing up some of his paperwork. His day had started incredibly early, and he had a bit of time to do more administrative work before checking on his patients and staff again. He glanced up at the sound of knocking on the door, and before he could tell her to come in, Miranda was in his office.

With food. And coffee.

This was not like her at all, and Flynn was not sure how to respond.

"I don't not like apple strudel." He replied, offering Mira a smile. "What's the occasion? Is it poisoned?" His tone was light-hearted, humorous. "Not that-- I, uh. That was a joke." A terrible, terrible joke.

Flynn was supposed to meet up here with his older sister and gossip over a couple of drinks, but he was early. Audrey wasn't usually one to be late, but he knew that she was busy with her latest client. Either way, he didn't wait for her before ordering a lager. As he waited for his drink to be poured, he looked around for some sort of familiar face. The Leaky Cauldron was probably the most popular bar, despite the fact that it had blown up several months ago. Usually he saw somebody he knew. This time was no exception.

There were few people in this world he had more respect and admiration for than Knox Greyfriar.  He was clearly having a good time chatting with a friend. Flynn was surprised to see Knox out the night after the full moon-- but the again, Knox was a hardy guy. And sometimes a drink and good conversation was what somebody needed after a rough day.

He approached the pair, a wide grin on his face. "Ah, Knox! It's good to see you!" He exclaimed, before looking over at Arthfael. "I'm Flynn, nice to meet you--" He looked from one man to the other, "And I can't tell who has the more impressive beard."

Flynn wasn't so sure that anyone could be awful to Maree. However, jarveys were not creatures of this earth and were therefore exempt.

"I think I'll go with a chardonnay then." Flynn said, "If you're okay with that?" He wasn't too fond of pinot noirs, or red wines in general. It usually took a few drinks for red wine to taste decent, and even then, that meant he was on a train to hangoverville. "Good news, I love ricotta. Bad news, that doesn't narrow anything down either." He gave her an easy smile, desperately trying to ignore the fluttering in his abdominal cavity (at least, he certainly hoped it wasn't his stomach!).

The wizard took another glance at the menu. Mushrooms. He loved mushrooms. The veal looked good, but he didn't want Amaryllis to think that he enjoyed slaughtering baby cows or something. It'd be weird to ask what the verdict was on veal.

"Ooooh, how about the shrimp fettuccine thing... With the curry cream sauce?" That sounded good. "No ricotta there though. But. Maybe I should live a little?"

She liked his sweatervest! She actually liked it! Audrey had told him explicitly not to wear it to any date, ever... But he thought it was classy. He had to wear a uniform for work, so of course he didn't usually get the opportunity to dress up and feel nice. And this sweatervest made him feel good. Amaryllis had good taste. He couldn't conceal his grin even if he wanted to.

"No Henrietta." Flynn confirmed, "She and jarveys don't get along. Besides, she can survive one night without Italian food." Not that he ever fed her Italian food. What if Maree didn't know he was joking? No. She was a sharp woman with a perfect sense of humor. She would get it.

He took the opportunity to look at the menu, "Do you like wine or...?" He, personally, liked a good oaky chardonnay. Flynn licked his lips before speaking again, "This is only my second time here. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to order." He lowered his voice to a whisper, "Everything's so fancy. I feel fancy." The napkins were made of cloth. Cloth!

His face lit up when Maree arrived right on time. As soon as she apologized though, his brows knit in confusion. "The jarveys?"

Oh! She thought she was late! He immediately shook his head.

"I was early--" He admitted, "Not too early, I mean..." This was awkward, and he knew it. "I wasn't waiting long." There. He could salvage this. What else did girls like? Amaryllis clearly put effort in her appearance (so did he), and girls usually liked it when it was acknowledged. "You look pretty."