L. Oh L.

*B is prowling the halls, for the first time, obviously not human any more.*

Come out, come out.

[GHOST PLOT IS OVER. Repeat, as of the events of the L-B thread in this post, it's over. All illness ceases and desists IMMEDIATELY. This post is open for a last grand hurrah at the spook, but after tonight this is it. (It'll remain an ( Read more... )

*B is in the kitchen, whistling 'singing in the rain' and making a batch of chicken noodle soup. Sounds like everyone could use some, he thinks.

His plan is going better than he ever thought possible.*

Soup, anyone?

[ooc: Plot participants should note.]

[Mel is still green and wobbly, she still can't make her fingers work well enough to lace up her leather pants, and now she feels like she's freezing from the inside out, despite the fever. It's real now, isn't it? People are dying, and not coming back. She's looking for a specific sort of place. This, almost more than trying to help fix things, is ( Read more... )

-There is a Mello in the kitchen, and anyone who has ever met this particular Mello will recognize that he is even more on edge than usual - which is saying a lot, actually. Right now, he is busy opening various cupboards and drawers and slamming them shut again, muttering angrily under his breath. He can't even remember why he came in here in ( Read more... )

It has been almost a week since L fell unconscious in the kitchen -- a week during which he's spent the majority of his time in bed, being up and around the room when he can manage it ( Read more... )

*The illness has claimed it's first real victim. Near is collapsed in a hallway, showing all the characteristic signs of the illness- the green ooze staining his clothes, trickling down his face. The lack of internal organs. And, of course, he has no pulse. He doesn't even really have veins left, the decomposition has become so extensive, or a ( Read more... )

 *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?*

There is a Near in the kitchen, and he is not amused.

Thankfully, the kitchen which has been cleared of all mystifying green decomposing bodies as well as passed-out sick people.

But he still isn't amused.  Perhaps it's due to the faint green tinge to his skin, or even the small cough that he's trying to fight off.  In any case, there's soup in a pot ( Read more... )

Do any of us have any medical supplies? Drugs, first aid kits, bandages? Anyone come across, like - a hospital room? Apart from the Silent Hill one, I mean ( Read more... )

Well, it seems things are getting hectic again. At least this time no one is starting fires?

*A moment or two after saying this out loud, he reaches over and knocks on the nearest wood- although the kitchen counter is possibly plastic. Doesn't matter- he goes back to preparing the plate of cookies.*