not equipped to handle this | Glowfic Constellation

thisvorlunatic

"It's called a uterine replicator," he says. "There's actually an entire planet populated solely by men who use replicators to gestate all of their children. But in the rest of the galaxy it mostly serves as a safer and more convenient alternative to, um, conventional gestation."

first-and-final

"...I very much like the sound of this," says Milo.

thaumobabble

"We could go fetch your boyfriend and tell him the good news if you like."

first-and-final

"That would be very kind of you," he says with a small bow.

thaumobabble

"Be right back."

She steps into Chronicle and teleports to Reko.

"Your boyfriend went looking for me and found me. Want to come discuss your options, among other things?"

Reko

seewhathappens

"...Certainly," says Reko, exhibiting only mild surprise.

thaumobabble

Pop.

first-and-final

A beaming Milo launches himself at Reko and kisses him.

thisvorlunatic

Miles claps his hands over his mouth and makes a small strangled squeaking noise.

Bell Swan Ω

she_sells_seashells

"...You okay?"

thisvorlunatic

"Um," he squeaks, and then clears his throat and tries again. "This is an. Unexpected configuration of alts. I am surprised."

thaumobabble

"Reko is a little templatey. You've got one?"

thisvorlunatic

"I believe I've mentioned Emperor Gregor."

first-and-final

Milo detaches from Reko at last.

"Wait, you have a Reko and you're not madly in love with him? Have you checked if he's madly in love with you?"

thisvorlunatic

"It really had not crossed my mind to do so!"

thaumobabble

"Oh dear."

thisvorlunatic

"Well. Now I know what the next astonishing development was. God help me if there's another one in the queue."

Jane

mind_game

[No more of those in the network,] reports Jane.

thaumobabble

"It looks like we've got a number of templates shared between my world and yours. Maybe they're all accreting around the Milos." She squints. "Or close enough."

thisvorlunatic