[as soon as Richie comes in from setting his traps, the reason he was so stuffed up became gruesomely evident.
some sort of black ichor begins to seep out of his pores, covering his whole body. it smells like sweat and day-old dishes.]
What the fuck ---
[his eyes widen behind his glasses, looking freakishly huge. he reaches up to wipe off one forearm - or tries to. the goo starts to harden, turning the deep brown of cheap modeling clay, and he can't move]
WHAT THE FUCK?!
[he starts to panic, breathing hard, until it binds his chest, too, and he's stark still, staring down at himself as it starts to creep up his neck]
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? HELP!
[you can try to peel it off him, but after a minute it'll keep happening too fast for anyone to keep up with, and you'll just have to ... let him get sealed up....]
9:30-ISH
some sort of black ichor begins to seep out of his pores, covering his whole body. it smells like sweat and day-old dishes.]
What the fuck ---
[his eyes widen behind his glasses, looking freakishly huge. he reaches up to wipe off one forearm - or tries to. the goo starts to harden, turning the deep brown of cheap modeling clay, and he can't move]
WHAT THE FUCK?!
[he starts to panic, breathing hard, until it binds his chest, too, and he's stark still, staring down at himself as it starts to creep up his neck]
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? HELP!
[you can try to peel it off him, but after a minute it'll keep happening too fast for anyone to keep up with, and you'll just have to ... let him get sealed up....]