Week 1 - Thursday Night - Cabin 3 Slumber-Party?!

[finalguard]

[ We're all sick, we're all afraid. The last part is debatable. ]

((Cabinmate mingle for the pre-murder night. Since we're all in the same cabin, threadjacking and just general messy posting is encouraged unless a different pref is stated in a thread header.

I put two headers, one for pre-10pm sickness misery and one for 10pm when we all miracle heal, because I think it'd be difficult to decide 'now is the time' unanimously in ongoing threads between 8 people.))

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[finalguard]

[ Oh god, this just had to get worse, didn't it? Boa feels like the world is spinning around him, but he still tries to get out of bed. It goes black in front of his eyes and it's all he can do not to just fall back as well, but damn it, he's going to...

God, he'd told himself he wouldn't care if anyone else died, but this is... this is... No matter how much he forces himself to be apathetic, he can't just let this happen in front of his eyes.

He almost stumbles over Eddie on the floor and for a moment he considers helping him over, but then he realizes that the issue isn't fucking emotional comfort, it's not letting a guy turn into a wax doll.

So he stumbles onward, leaving Eddie to his crawling, and makes way to Richie to attempt getting that stuff off his neck. This happens wordlessly because he's trying very hard not to pass out and he can't talk if he also has to focus on moving. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie's eyes look like they're about ready to bug out from panic, his glasses the only thing holding them in. the stuff is creeping up and has covered his mouth. you may have all wanted him to shut the hell up, but prooobably not like this. he makes muffled, panicked sounds, his breath huffing through his nose]

[itsagazebo]

Richie!!

[Eddie continues dragging himself painfully across the floor]

Shit fuck fuck fuck! Richie, don't you fucking dare die!

[finalguard]

[ Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

Boa tries to hold the stuff up from coming up to Richies nose with one hand and to remove it from the mouth with the other hand and neither is working properly. ]

Come on, come on, come on....

[trashmouthtozier]

[his eyes dart back and forth from Eddie to Boa, even as the stuff starts to creep up over his cheeks, touching the frames of his glasses. the frantic mumble coming from his mouth is decidedly HELP]

[itsagazebo]

Richie!! Fuck! Do something!!

[He says as if Boa isn't already trying to do something. He manages to make it over to Richie's feet, pulling himself up to a sitting position on the floor next to him.]

[finalguard]

I'm trying--

[ And that... definitely came out more screeching than he meant for it to sound.

Trying does not equal succeeding, what the hell is Richie's illness even?? Is this an illness?? Looks fake!! Sadly, thinking this doesn't improve the current conditions. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

[the stuff is definitely winning at this point, sorry to say. Richie's eyes flash over to Eddie and the look in them is distinctly equal parts panic and regret. the last of it will have his glasses glazed over in a matter of seconds, and it's hardening faster, now, turning from black to brown almost instantly]

[itsagazebo]

What the fuck is that?!?!

[Eddie tries to pry some of the crap off of Richie's leg to no avail.]

[finalguard]

I don't know it's--- Damn!

[ Well, now the face is covered and Boa's prying fingernails do nothing except get bent in odd directions and hurt Boa himself. It's... he doesn't know what to do now. Scratching at it doesn't even leave a proper mark.

Defeated, Boa lets go and sits on the bed, staring incredulously. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

[enjoy your new Richie Statue for the next couple of hours while he remains barely conscious, able to hear you flipping your shit but unable to actually, uh, move, guys.]

[itsagazebo]

Richie...

[Eddie eventually gives up, realizing that there's nothing he can do but hope that Richie's still alive in there, somehow.

... Eddie might need some help getting back to bed.

No?

Fine, he'll just crawl his sorry ass back to his bunk.]