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[remem_b_er]

 *On several floors of the mansion, in several hallways, and even in a few of the rooms, the lights flicker.  One or two bulbs may even go out.

The air feels like it's becoming a little colder, but that can't be.  It's probably just your imagination playing tricks on you, right?

Right?*

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[chilichoc]

*When one of the lights in their room POPs out, a very woozy Mel, who is distinctly green by now, totters to the door and looks out into the hall, shivering.*

...what the fuck is it now?

[downtothefilter]

[And Mail is not far behind, irritated and tired.]

Mel, if you don't get back in the room and rest, I'll pick you up and bring you there myself.

[remem_b_er]

*The door slams shut behind them.*

[chilichoc]

*Mel jumps, and grabs for Mail's hand.*

Fuck. Got no choice now, huh.

[[ooc: Ha ha, sorry, slow mun!]]

[downtothefilter]

[Mail sighs in annoyance - not at her, of course - and takes her hand willingly, moving to help support her weigh.]

Typical. Shall we try to open the door and hope it's unlocked?

[remem_b_er]

*The door isn't locked. In fact, the handle creaks downwards, and it drifts back open again.*

[chilichoc]

*Mel leans against Mail and eyes the door suspiciously*

...think it's safe?

[downtothefilter]

Knowing this mansion? No. But let's try it anyway. [Puts a hand on the handle and pushes it downwards.]

[remem_b_er]

*There's a trail across their floor, of the familiar green slime from the kitchen. Footprints, of someone taller than either of them, leading towards their bathroom door. Someone inside it is gasping.*

[chilichoc]

*Mel grimaces, and squeezes Mail's hand tighter, but she's going in.*

C'mon. Let's get to the bottom of this.

*She sure wishes her gun were loaded, though.*

[downtothefilter]

[Mail really isn't in the mood for this. Especially not with Mel sick. Gently, he lets go of her hand to grab her shoulders, pushing her just a little to the side.] No. You're sick, Mel. Stay here, I'll go see what it is.

[So, with a little mock-glare that just screams "come after me and I'll make you regret it", he turns and heads into the bathroom.]

[remem_b_er]

*There's a dark form cowering in the bathtub, with the curtain drawn. It's stained with the same slime- the person is crying.

But when the curtain is pulled back, of course there's nothing there.*

[chilichoc]

No. No. *She's right behind Mail, of course, and wobbles to a stop when she reaches him, steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder.*

Do not touch that shit.

[downtothefilter]

[Mail gives a relieved sigh, turning back to Mel with a little scowl, but he can't stay angry at her.]

Look, I'm not going to touch it. Go get some rest Mel, I'll clean it up. With the gloves, so it doesn't get on me.

[gunsnrosaries]

(Little Mello walks in, grinning. He's totally not freaked out at all; in fact, he climbs up onto the sink and stares into the mirror, almost ignoring the other two. He starts... talking to the mirror.)

Hii, Mommy, are you there?

[chilichoc]

Just be careful, sweetie, I don't want-

*she trails off when little!Mello comes in, and stares at him in concern*

Mello? Are you- *clearly he's not OK, she goes over to him to see if he's aware of her*