8/17 - Day 2 - Special Milk
[The good news? chaos has figured out that Mayfield is playing one of it's games again, and that it relates to the milk and drinking it. The bad news? So that he doesn't risk a killdroning for himself or his housemate, since he is suspecting those come from the fact that the general populous refuses to touch the milk, he's decided to go ahead and drink one of the bottles.]
[At first, there seems absolutely nothing wrong. No spiders, no razorblades, no poison... The change comes later, after the milk has had time to digest a little, and at least for chaos the results are anything but pleasant.]
[For Housemate]
[Well, if Ashton bothers to go hunting out his not!son for any reason today, it's more than likely he'll find chaos either up in his own room, or sitting nearby the phone. At any one time, Ashton may find him holding his hands in front of his eyes, trying to stifle what seems as if it may be close to a sob, or laying back listlessly, either apparently seeing whatever he's hallucinating about again, or having a moment that he's somewhat lucid and aware of what's going on. At any moment, he could enter any of these again.]
[Phone - Filtered to Wilhelm]
[chaos' voice will sound exhausted by the time he calls Wilhelm, though a weak laugh starts the cal; it isn't an amused one at all, however.]
Hey, Wilhelm... I think I have a new definition of irony for you...
[Evening - John Doe Park]
[Despite the fact chaos is still having hallucinations, almost all of them centered around death that's his fault, he's dragged himself out to the park. He knows it isn't necessarily safe, but he feels the need to be able to see people moving about, as it reminds him in the few lucid moments before the next hallucination that what he's seeing isn't really true.]
[If you happen to be around the park, you'll probably find him alternating between watching people, and keeping his hands over his eyes. Either way, he'll look totally exhausted, and one would almost get the feeling he is just that close to tears.]
[At first, there seems absolutely nothing wrong. No spiders, no razorblades, no poison... The change comes later, after the milk has had time to digest a little, and at least for chaos the results are anything but pleasant.]
[For Housemate]
[Well, if Ashton bothers to go hunting out his not!son for any reason today, it's more than likely he'll find chaos either up in his own room, or sitting nearby the phone. At any one time, Ashton may find him holding his hands in front of his eyes, trying to stifle what seems as if it may be close to a sob, or laying back listlessly, either apparently seeing whatever he's hallucinating about again, or having a moment that he's somewhat lucid and aware of what's going on. At any moment, he could enter any of these again.]
[Phone - Filtered to Wilhelm]
[chaos' voice will sound exhausted by the time he calls Wilhelm, though a weak laugh starts the cal; it isn't an amused one at all, however.]
Hey, Wilhelm... I think I have a new definition of irony for you...
[Evening - John Doe Park]
[Despite the fact chaos is still having hallucinations, almost all of them centered around death that's his fault, he's dragged himself out to the park. He knows it isn't necessarily safe, but he feels the need to be able to see people moving about, as it reminds him in the few lucid moments before the next hallucination that what he's seeing isn't really true.]
[If you happen to be around the park, you'll probably find him alternating between watching people, and keeping his hands over his eyes. Either way, he'll look totally exhausted, and one would almost get the feeling he is just that close to tears.]