<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Two Weeks Later</em></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/ce57/f/2015/197/2/3/starcaster01_by_thepixeldust-d91i7yh.jpg)</div>"Aww, this place is a wreck," Alura sighed as she walked into her studio.  Her clothing was changed to that of a comfortable post-birth mother; pink sweatshirt and grey pants with bare feet.  She patted her abused tummy lightly with a warm smile.  She and Nami had done so much together, though it still seemed like there wasn't nearly enough time.  Alura was told her little brood would be hatched in another two weeks, though it killed her to leave them.  The girl had a show to run after all, and they were left in the best of hands.  Her Ophelian race was known for not only their vast promiscuity, but ability for their young to grow and survive in the harshest of environments.  They were left after birth, sometimes floating in space itself, to fend for themselves and make a name of their own.  Genetic memory told them of their past and parents, so that they could find their way home if they wanted.  Alura was sure she'd see at least one or two young Nyrean/Ophelian hybrids turn up one day.<br/><br/>The Ophelian made her way across to a wall panel, then tapped out a command.  The room changed back into her personal bedroom complete with wardrobe and makeup mirror.  After a few minutes, she'd set herself back as her usual self.  Even her clothing was replaced with that of her usual red vest secured with one button and tight, black pants.  "There we go. And.. ahh, yes. The studio."  With another tap of commands, the room was back as a studio, complete with the remnants of her and Nami's wild romp all over the ceiling, walls, and desk.<br/><br/>"Okay, boys. I know that huntress wore you out, but we've got to get back to work. Do your thing!"  The girl stood and smiled as her head tentacles elongated and set to work like some children's magic show, grabbing a couple brooms and disinfectant cans.  They went over the room eight at the time, cleaning and rearranging until it was sparkiling.  The purple tendrils pulled back and drooped, as if giving a sigh.  Alura stroked one like it was a tired puppy.  "Aww, poor guys. Maybe the next guest.. hm. I wonder if anyone stayed in the waiting room while we were gone. I never told them I was leaving! Crudbuckets!"<br/><br/>She turned sharply and opened the doorway leading to the room, finding it deserted and the refreshments long since consumed.  "Well, serves me right."  She stepped in and looked around to the comfy, yet drab location.<br/><br/>((To Club Starcaster / Waiting Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=233682.msg11492429#msg11492429)))