[. . . 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

[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.

[ordimame]

[good. get him that vitamin c so he can replenish his lost blood]

We'll have to rush it, won't we. . .? The more time we spend outside, the more likely it is we'll run into something else nasty.

[presgarddihellis]

I mean don't try to rush leaving this area.

Like the dorms, this space is quiet.

[ordimame]

[ah]

. . . yeah. It feels kind of inherently safe, doesn't it?

[which is probably why Anzen is just chilling here licking their wounds for the time being rofl]

[presgarddihellis]

It does.

... it's a little strange, but not in a bad way.

[ordimame]

I don't know if "strange" is the word I'd use. . .

But maybe right now, I just feel grateful.

[presgarddihellis]

... maybe that's the word for it.

[ordimame]

Haha. . .

[his smile is a bit distant, but. . . a smile is a smile nevertheless!! isn't it?]

[don't mind him as he takes a nice big sip of his orange juice through the cute li'l straw, though afterwards he gives Smith a casual side-eye]

Thanks for grabbing us some snacks. You don't have to hang around if you don't want to.

[presgarddihellis]

[cocks his head slightly.]

And if you'd like me to leave, you're more than welcome to ask me to do so.

Don't worry. I won't linger for too long.

[would hate to force a man to keep smiling when he probably doesn't actually feel it.]

[ordimame]

[don't worry he is not in FORCED SMILES mode]

Hey now, I didn't say that.

[makes direct eye contact and takes another big gulp of juice]

If you are going to hang around, then at least sit down.

[pats the ground next to him]

[presgarddihellis]

[... oh.




time to sit on the floor, then.]

[ordimame]

[welcome to the floor!! it's cozy down here]

[vaguely staring at the blood smeared near the entryway as he continues to sip at his juice box]






I wonder who is going to clean that up.

[presgarddihellis]

Someone is bound to. It's too much of a slipping hazard...

[ordimame]

[one last sip of OJ before he just casually tilts the box in Smith's direction to offer him a swig. if he wants!!]

Ghost. . . janitors??

[presgarddihellis]

[is this the "share a bottle" after a difficult event except I didn't do anything and bottle is a carton of orange juice? just how many action movies does this guy watch?

eyeing him from a moment but doesn't take the carton, just leans forward drinks from the straw.]

Hm... it's possible.

[ordimame]

[wow!! maybe it is!! don't judge him!!]

[raises a brow, but keeps the juice box extended while Smith finishes his swig]

You know.





I think I really hate this place.