Day 59: Sun Room

[witchdetective]

Erika stood back to survey her work, and she had no idea why no one seemed to care.

By 'no one', she was referring to the soldiers who were on guard, who should be looking particularly anxious due to the atmosphere of this place. It didn't make sense in her mind. Someone who just took up a large chunk of the middle of the Sun Room to build a

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[zombiefree]

"Important? Here?" All the wariness in the world in her tone. She wasn't sure she wanted to know how a patient came to be 'important' at Landel's. Not after discovering the guy who shot her was a patient just like the rest of them, even if he was brainwashed. Still, she couldn't really picture Toronto shooting people down, though. Maybe with a NERF gun, but not actual hard artillery. The thought made her smirk a bit.

But then he asked about her shoulder, right after air-fist-bumping Riverside and Glasses.

"Hey, no, don't bro around with them. They got me shot." Yes. Yes, she was blaming the two doofs building the fort over there for her getting shot. Which could not have been further from the truth, but if asked she was sure she could spin it so they would be in the wrong. Although technically, Riverside going all Captain Save-Your-Ass right from the start blew any chance of her sneaking to the shed, so. Maybe it was his fault. She was okay with that.

She pouted at Toronto now, yes, full on pout. Something that was particularly easy to feign since it wasn't all that hard to outwardly show how much her side hurt. "Shot with a gun. Like a straight-up gun-gun. I guess he was brainwashed or whatever, thought I was trying to escape although I was clearly just trying to get a bat. But. Yeah, that happened." A pause. "I want a gun-gun."

[vsyourface]

"Whoa, wait, what? You got shot? Like shot shot?" Scott poked his head up from behind the armchair once it was in place.

"Dude, that sucks so hard. Someone shot me in my first week here too. Did I mention it sucked? It suuuuuucked," he said, going back over to Wichita and sitting on the couch arm for the moment. The next blanket could wait at least another minute. "Who was it? It wasn't some red-hooded douche was it?"

He glanced back over at Captain Larry and his friend, then nodded his head at them. "Or was one of them part of the Brainwash Brigade? That happened to me once too. It, likewise, sucked. I nearly demolished my roommate over it." He thought back to the couch punching with a shudder, one of the few righteous hits he had ever delivered that definitely did not feel righteous in retrospect. "So I can tell you, whoever it was, they are probably just as not-happy about shooting you as you are about having been shot. Unless it was the Red Douche. Because he is a douche, and he sucks."