[. . . 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

[presgarddihellis]

... they appeared along with some voices. When I went looking for the source of the commotion...

[yeah, remember how he had a washer on a string when he came in?]

[ordimame]

[do you think he knows wtf a washer on a string is for. no]

You found us?

. . . great. I really didn't want to be ground zero.

[presgarddihellis]

[it's fine. it'll show up more often.]

I think it's more whatever pulled you into... whatever you experienced, is the ground zero.

[ordimame]

[cool cool cool cool cool cool cool--]

. . . you'll have to ask one of the others about that. I was out cold for the entire thing.

[presgarddihellis]

[... being unconscious that long really is a sign of a bad concussion but saying so would just get Puck scowling at him again, so.]

I will, don't worry.

[ordimame]

[IN REAL LIFE YES BUT THIS IS ANIME, SOMETIMES WE HANDWAVE REALISM. . .]

. . . all right

[. . . another deep inhale-exhale!]

Are you going to be okay?

[because the severe way he kind of shut down while fussing at Puck is a bit. . . worrying]

[presgarddihellis]

[when you're from the more realism based canon and are confronted with anime rules...

as it is, Smith going to look vaguely confused to be asked after like this by the injured party]

I'll be fine.

... I was just being a bit foolish wanting to hope for things to remain peaceful.

[ordimame]

[tbqh his canon is pretty realistic too but IN DWRP I DO WHAT I WANT--]

[giving him a li'l side-eye, as if he isn't quite sure he believes that answer. . . but he lets out a small sight afterwards and doesn't push any further]

Hard not to get our hopes up with two weeks of relative peace and quiet.

. . . so don't be too hard on yourself.

[even he had gotten a little complacent, despite constantly telling himself not to]

[presgarddihellis]

[when you wanted to say that to the person now saying it to you. wow. embarrassing. simply no one must know.

but it gets a more usual smile from him.]

I'll do my best to keep in mind the present limitations, of course.

[ordimame]

[there we go]

That's better. You were starting to look a little too tense, there.

[presgarddihellis]

A brief moment of reevaluating the stakes of things.

My apologies. I'll certainly be more mindful about those sorts of responses.

[ordimame]

[. . . FROWNS AGAIN]

That's not what I meant. . . don't regulate how you feel.

I was just glad I got you to relax a little.

[presgarddihellis]

[why does he look amused now? well, some of it is a kind of endearment, but the rest...]

You did. Thank you.

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . .]

[. . . LOOKS AWAY!!]

. . . anyway.

[he says. no follow up]

[presgarddihellis]

It's probably best if you all rest here for the time being. If you'd like anything from the cafeteria brought in, just be sure to let someone know.

[ordimame]

[he would like to go back to Anzen, but. . . well. at least this place has a cot]

Do they have any soup. . .

[presgarddihellis]

More than likely from a can.

[ordimame]

[his gaze slides towards Styx]

Bring a couple.

And some orange juice for Styx, if they have any.

[presgarddihellis]

In those little orange cartons, I think.

I'll bring a few, then.

[ordimame]

[a grateful smile of his own]

"Nurse Smith". . .

[presgarddihellis]

[mental image that is actually not Klein-as-a-Nurse but instead, Dunn-Smith-as-a-Nurse.

why is this absurdly funny, though?]

I hardly have the credentials.

I'll return shortly.

[gonna go head out for the goods.]

[ordimame]

[WHO IS DUNN SMITH!!!]

[a nod as he watches him go, before he slumps a little against the wall, eyes slipping shut so he can rest some more]

[presgarddihellis]

[A MYSTERY!

but Klein's going to navigate the haunted halls and come back with foods and snacks and orange juices.

not going to disturb the resting bean, though.]

[ordimame]

[he hasn't exactly dozed off, but it sure does look like he has by the time Smith returns. he doesn't open his eyes, even as he hears those footsteps approaching. one knee drawn up to his chest, his arm resting loosely across it]

[quietly]

. . . thanks again. Hopefully we'll all be ready to head back to the dorms soon. . .

[presgarddihellis]

[gonna give a grim reaper some OJ.]

Don't try to rush it.

But if you do, go carefully.