Room 527, Wednesday Evening
Toby had gone to bed last night with the faint hope that he'd wake up and the voices would be back to the quiet background hum he was accustomed to.
No such luck. He'd woken up and they were just as loud as ever, a constant barrage of every. little. inconsequential. thought.
And to top it all off, there were weird little grey patches on his skin, and they itched. He was so very glad he had nowhere to be today, and as such had no qualms about spending the entire day curled up in bed.
God, why couldn't they all just shut up?
[ooc: door closed, post open.]
No such luck. He'd woken up and they were just as loud as ever, a constant barrage of every. little. inconsequential. thought.
And to top it all off, there were weird little grey patches on his skin, and they itched. He was so very glad he had nowhere to be today, and as such had no qualms about spending the entire day curled up in bed.
God, why couldn't they all just shut up?
[ooc: door closed, post open.]