[baby it's cold outside]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: everyone!
When: the weekend of September 5
Where: around
What:
Warnings:

[The "staffing issues" from last weekend have seemingly resolved themselves; the food at the cafeteria is back to normal levels of mediocrity! Which is good, because something else seems to be stalking the school hallways today]

[You hear it before you see it. Footsteps that echo behind yours, perfectly in sync with every step you take. Turn around and there is no one there. . . but you do see a set of bloody footprints trailing after you. They aren't your footprints (they belong to someone's bared feet, while you're presumably wearing shoes), and they slowly vanish the longer you stare at them. Creepy! Weird!! Unsettling!!]

[But maybe not as creepy as the ghost of a hand you feel brushing against your shoulder. It's a light touch. It's a cold touch, ice flowing through your veins as it chills you from the inside out, sending your teeth chattering and your body trembling. No matter what you do, for the next 24 hours, you cannot seem to warm yourself up. Blankets don't work. Physical activity doesn't work. Hell, even a steaming hot shower back at the dorms doesn't seem to thaw you out. You're not quite hypothermic, you may be close!!]

[What does work to dispel the cold, however, is. . . . . . . . . . . body heat. Snuggling up with someone else and/or sharing a blanket will warm characters up in a pinch. Maybe it's pillow fort and/or sleepover time?? Go find a partner and take care of yourself]

[The footprint ghost will linger throughout the weekend before disappearing on Monday morning]

[ALSO PLEASE USE THIS POST FOR ANY AND ALL MINGLE THINGS EVEN IF THEY ARE NOT RELATED TO FOOTPRINT GHOST. I'M NOT THE BOSS OF YOU]

Comments

[ordimame]

That's not-- . . . no, obviously. Come on. I'd never think that.

[a small huff]

Everyone's circumstances are different and the world isn't black and white. I know that. I get that.

[rugpull]

Sure sure.

But m'already considered a fullblown criminal so.

[ordimame]

[another small exhale]

Despite my sage advice-- which I'm no good at heeding myself, for what it's worth-- I'm not judging.

[. . .]

Were you that hungry kid nicking food?

[rugpull]

Food, wallets, whatever I could get m'sticky fingers on.

[ordimame]

[hah. . .]

[a bit wry]

There was a time when that's how I made a living, too. Only I wasn't a kid, so I didn't have much of an excuse.

[rugpull]

I could smell the crookedness on ya.

[ordimame]

Along with the coffee beans?

[an amused noise]

. . . I'm personally not proud of that time of my life, though. So know that when I make faces at you for saying "crime isn't that bad," it isn't because I'm looking down on others for the things they do to survive. People should do what they have to do in order to make it to the next day.

[a casual shrug]

I'm just. . . thinking about myself.

[rugpull]

Was it not survival?

[ordimame]

I don't know. Some of it, maybe? And some of it was just because I was pissed off after my mom died. And the rest. . .

[the rest. . . well]

. . . the rest of it was just fun.

[rugpull]

S'okay to have illegal fun.

[ordimame]

[oh my god. lightly amused]

Huh.

You shouldn't be encouraging me to steal for fun.

[he does not actually sound all that bothered about it]

[rugpull]

Long as it ain't my shit.

[ordimame]

I'd never. I like you too much for that.

[rugpull]

And I bite.

[ordimame]

That you do! And I have enough self-preservation not to invite that upon myself.

[rugpull]

...man this is so much warmer m'mad about it

[ordimame]

[s-snorts]

Is it that bad? Do I really make for awful company?

[rugpull]

Grown man eager to cuddle teen boy.

[ordimame]

Please don't make it sound creepy, otherwise I will dump you on the floor.

[rugpull]

[leans into and purrs]

[ordimame]

[maybe he should dump him onto the floor anyway. . . . . . . .]

[just sighs and accepts the lean, giving him another squeeze in a dumb half-hearted snuggle]

[rugpull]

...guess this ain't the first time ya held me huh

[ordimame]

It isn't, if you're counting the time I carried you home from that test of courage.

. . . I hope you don't expect it to become the norm, though.

[he didn't mind it back after their cave exploration, and he certainly doesn't mind it now. but he is also not really a physically affectionate guy]

[rugpull]

...msorry about that pathetic shit.

[ordimame]

It wasn't pathetic.

[immediate and firm]

You were brave enough to step up to the plate and face your fears for our sake. How is any of that "pathetic?"