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Characters: Asclepius, Lilith, Sif, Aphrodite, Persephone, Erato, Astarte, Melpomene, and anyone else helping with the births.
Date/Time: Starting roughly 1 a.m., Friday December 21, 2012
Location: Fourth floor of La Maison Jeu Ancien
Rating: Probably at least PG-13
Warnings: Most likely language and medical TMI, among other things.
Summary: The next generation is being born!

Asclepius wasted as little time as possible trying to herd to very-soon-to-be mothers into the elevator. He'd intended to take them to the second floor, where he knew the exam room and surgical area were, but then he noticed a new button for a fourth floor. Fourth floor? Since when had this place had a fourth floor, he wondered to himself. Almost more out of curiosity than anything else, he pressed the button for it, and, after some initial bafflement, was relieved to discover it was the perfect resource area for these births.

"All right, ladies, pick a bed you like, and I'll do a cursory examination on each of you in turn. Just to see where we all are, and make sure everyone's doing all right," he explained, "Some of you are probably going to be in this for a while, so once you've been checked over, just do whatever makes you comfortable."

Lilith was probably the least trouble of any of the mothers, seeing as she had literally nothing to worry about. She wasn't even feeling any pain. She had Ogma's hand in hers as she strolled over to a bed. She didn't even struggled to get up on it. Being a full demoness had its perks. "How are you doing, my love?"

"Oh yeah. Let me warn those of you who don't know. Hauron took days," Astarte says as she finds a bed. Actually, 'those who don't know' might well include the father.

Melpomene was just muttering a flow of swear words when she did speak. Getting her to a bed and no longer fully mobile was probably in everyone's best interest.

Seph goe up alongside Hades and finds herself a bed, not especialy agitated.

Erato curled up on one of the beds, biting at her lower lip.
"...it's starting to hurt," she said softly, "I want Achilles here..."

Even in labor, Aphrodite was elegant. She sat patiently through her examination, and then proceeded to walk about, exploring the delivery suite.

"Oh, this is nice," she said, observing the bath area in between. "A lovely place to do a water birth. Actually, a warm bath sounds very relaxing right now."

Sif kept breathing regularly, doing her best to relax and remain calm as the contractions came and went. Her hand sought Tyr's.
"Feeling ready for this?" she asked him, with a slightly nervous smile.