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.))

Comments

[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.]