[. . . july showers bring august ghosts]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: EVERYONE
When: August 3, wobbly hands
Where: Around the school!
What: some things happened. the school is suddenly a lot more crowded
Warnings: references to blood and bite injuries, but otherwise, non! unless you bring something to the party yourself

[August 3 stars off. . . weird.]

[The morning bell chimes at 6 a.m., as it usually does! But there appears to be a very thin layer of fog settled against the ground outside. Some of it seeps into the school's hallways, before dissipating in a few wisps of haze. Weird??]

[As the day goes on, you feel like you can hear strange whispers echoing in the air-- a voice, hissing the word miiiiiiiine over and over again. Also weird!]

[And by the time the afternoon hits, you may find yourself running into some very unwanted guests. You've been here two weeks, and this is the first time you're seeing these guys?? Where have they been??]

[By the way, the nurse's office is unlocked!]

Comments

[rugpull]

Get a weapon.

[ratiocinations]

Would a weapon help against a train?

[he is a normie over here]

[rugpull]

Well there was also the people faced dogs.

[ratiocinations]

…people-faced?

[rugpull]

Yeh.

They had sad useless people teeth.

[ratiocinations]

But dangerous all the same, surely? You are proof of that.

[rugpull]

Fuckin' claws worked fine.

[ratiocinations]

So would you say they were no more dangerous than a normal hound? [But with like. a human face.]

[rugpull]

Yeh. Uhm.

They used voices we knew. Tried to sound like my gran. But the words was all wrong. She ain't call me her darling. Calls me cubby or love.

[ratiocinations]

Ha! Insidious things. That implies they can glean our memories, but not in extensive detail.

[rugpull]

Yeh they was way off on how she talks....

[ratiocinations]

Noted for the future, Mr Mocha. Is there anything else of particular note that you wish to share?

[rugpull]

It sucked.

[ratiocinations]

[Yeah, he bets so.]

Mm. I would not wish it on you again, that is for certain.

[By now, he is done with his bandages! Holmes leans back.]

Are those too tight?

[rugpull]

Naw, s'perfect.

Important mission for ya now.

Pat my head.

[ratiocinations]

[help]

What? Why?

[rugpull]

I want it.

[ratiocinations]

[You are asking this of Sherlock Holmes, famously awkward man when it comes to physical affection.






Okay, well. After a pointedly long pause, he reaches out to give him a single pat on his head.]

[rugpull]

[cracking up]

[ratiocinations]

[Retracts his hand and nearly rolls his eyes a little, though it's clear he's not that annoyed.]

And pray, what's so funny?

[rugpull]

Yer so awkward.

[ratiocinations]

[Huffs!]

Seek someone else if you want warmer affections. It is not my forte.

[YOU GOT YOUR HEADPAT, OKAY!!!]

[rugpull]

Maybe I can train ya! Like a pup!

[ratiocinations]

I am not a dog to be trained, Mr Mocha. You are lucky to have received what you did.

[rugpull]

Woof woof~