escalation

[remem_b_er]

Now, don't look if you're squeamish, but

There's a body in the kitchen. It's skin is translucent, except the patches covered in the oozing, green rash. Pus has crusted on what remains of it's clothes. One half of the forehead and the jaw have caved in, green and oozing and unable to hold up to whatever pressure was put on them when the body fell.

Comments

[chilichoc]

*Mel has a cold, and needs juice, and is just generally unprepared to deal with the sight of a decomposing body in the kitchen. So unprepared, in fact, that she covers her eyes and leans against the wall.*

Awww, fuck.

[chilichoc]

*Not looking yet!* Mihael? You sick too? Or can we all see... that.

[chilichoc]

*Looking now.* Who.

I'd get you a paper towel, but. *"Disgusting corpse in the way" implied.*

[chilichoc]

Why is it green? *Doesn't expect him to know any more than she does.*

C'mon, let's get outta here.

[chilichoc]

*Coughs; might be getting snippy - all she wanted was some fucking juice.* He's what.

[chilichoc]

Sorry. Dealing with two kinds of bullshit. Y'need help?

[chilichoc]

*Feels bad, but.* 'kay.

[chilichoc]

Have a cold. My own damn fault. *shrugs* 'f there's anything I can do later? After I sleep? Find me?