[. . . 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]

[yay, giving mister superhero a task to distract him from everyone BEING HURT that is genuinely helpful. . . Puck slumps against the wall a bit when Hiro leaves, eyes slipping shut. and if Hiro is still flying when he gets back, then Puck won't even hear him return!]

[which means he is probably dozing a little. zzzzz]

[titlecard]

[ he's like a working dog, giving him an achievable task is so good for his enrichment and mental well-being actually

And he was still flying when he gets back! Touching down on the ground softly. There are so many water bottles in his arms, crap. ]

Um.

[ Looking down at the sleeping Puck, trying to figure out how to gently wake him while also dispensing these water bottles. Maybe if he—

drops them all

fuck

big wince before he goes to the floor to try to collect them all again. ]

1/2

[ordimame]

[FUCKING JUMPS AWAKE]

AAAH WHAT THE HELL-- . . . . . . .

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . . . . . .]




Why.

[why startle when he is jumpy from a NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE]

[titlecard]

I am so sorry—

[ He has good excuses! He wanted to get enough for everyone! He wanted to do it quickly! He didn't want to make return trips! He only has two arms! Life is hard!!

But none of those excuses really compare to what Puck and his team have just been through, so Mark just quietly loosens the cap of a water bottle before handing it over to him. ]

I'm just going to... put the rest of these on the counter.

[ A beat. ]

Again, I am so sorry.

[ordimame]

[no. . . as soon as he snaps, Puck feels a rush of guilt tug at his stomach. startled he may have been, but he shouldn't have taken it out on someone who was just doing him a favor]

It's. . . okay.

[he winces a little as he takes the water bottle]

Thanks for helping a guy out.

[titlecard]

Yeah, of course.

[ No harm no foul, even if Mark is flustered enough that putting all of his energy into organizing water bottles is the only thing that soothes him right now.

And with all of them righted and placed on a counter top he's out of excuses, so... back to Puck. A low exhale, and he's smiling again, albeit with a healthy measure of concern. ]

Seriously. Any place, any time. I can only get better with more practice, right?

[ He will stop dropping things eventually promise. ]