[It's been one week since the inhabitants of Camp Fuck You Die received little computerized bundles of joy. Some of you wound up with twins, triplets, or a baker's dozen (koffMasonkoff). Some of you may have gotten very attached to your eggs, and love them as your own. Some of you still can't stand the fucking things. In any case, your week of parenthood is up. And at this very moment, you may notice... your egg has gone silent, its expression frozen. Something is rattling within it, and a crack appears on the surface. Your egg is... hatching?!
Bad parents will find they've received something
utterly useless and/or annoying, like a wind-up clown banging cymbals or a very realistic-smelling zombie action figure. These items may or may not follow you around for the rest of the day. Because you failed.
Good parents will find they've received something useful and/or exciting! Have you been craving authentic sushi? Maybe your mp3 player broke last week or you lost the remote to your cabin's tv and it's driving you nuts. Perhaps you really needed a new vibrator but were too embarrassed to order it from the store? Or if you really liked being a parent and don't know how to live without your egg, perhaps there's a puppy or kitten or hedgehog inside, ready to fill the void. Because you passed.
What's nestled within your egg?]
((ooc: be creative! and USE YOUR BEST JUDGMENT on whether your character was a good parent or not. breaking the egg does not automatically mean you suck, if you took good care of the two afterwards. EVERY CHARACTER GETS A GIFT, so there can be a good present and a bad present within one egg, etc etc. it must be something that would fit within the egg! (deflated blow up dolls are thereby admissible.)
and i apologize -- this was supposed to go up last night but my cable+internet went out. again. yup. i'm posting on my grandmother's computer, so i can't run this, but if you want one of mine i'll tag when my damn cable is fixed. again. /)_(\))