13: Ctrl. Alt. Delete.

[always_bad_news]

[It's the morning after the Fog-Creature-Bird-Thingy and Mouse wakes to find herself back in her tent with a bandaged arm and a pounding headache. Sitting up, she drags her journal out of her pack and dictates an entry, sounding pissed off and groggy;]

[Filtered to those on the Expedition]Anyone else wake up with new wounds and absolutely no

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[payback]

What? What kind of wounds? How badly are you injured?

[always_bad_news]

Well, I'm not dieing. Whoever did this last night at least had the decency to wrap it up afterwards. [There's a pause and rustling as she starts to unravel the bandages to get a better look at the wounds] Looks like a cut and some punctures. Huh ...

[payback]

You don't remember anything at all?

[always_bad_news]

I remember trying to follow the thing, it's right around when I was actually talkin' to it that things get a little fuzzy, then I find myself here.

[pocketsizedpal]

...No wounds here. You really don't remember anything?

[always_bad_news]

[Slow, thoughtful as she thinks back] Well, I remember wakin' up and seein' the red lights ... I followed them for a bit, but then they went out and ... I followed the footprints.

I think I talked with it? I remember some sort of conversation, and not likin' it much ... that's where things get fuzzy ... and then I wake up here, head aching, arm all bandaged, and no memory of gettin' back.

[pocketsizedpal]

Wow, so you just...followed the creepy mysterious figure? [Why are people so crazy here?]

Does anyone here have medical skills? You should probably get that arm checked out.

[always_bad_news]

How else was I supposed to find out anything about it? [Not that, you know, she was able to gather any useful information, but hey, she tried!]

You're right, I should get a professional opinion on these wounds, make sure my arm's not going to fall off.

[save_the_souls]

No, I don't have any wounds.

What's the last thing you remember and how badly are you injured?

[always_bad_news]

Startin' to think I was the only one ...

I remember following the red lights and the footprints, and ... an unpleasant conversation but the details are foggy. [chuckles darkly] I'll survive, nothin' to worry about. Just ... odd.

[save_the_souls]

[a long pause]

Do you remember what the person you had a conversation with looked like?

[always_bad_news]

[A frustrated grumble] No, I clearly remember not being able to see ... pretty much anything after those lights went out.

[ruin_mania]

Where are you? How badly are you injured?

[always_bad_news]

I'm in my tent, near the northeast edge. I'm not terribly clawed up or anythin', it's just a little mind-boggling how I got like this.

[ruin_mania]

I'll be there shortly. Even a minor injury can be debilitating if not properly treated.

[always_bad_news]

Sounds good, Honey, I'll be here.

[need_to_rule_it]

Uh...no.

Where are you at?

[grabbing his journal and leaving his tent, looking for hers]

[always_bad_news]

On the northeast edge of the camp. Bring some strong-ASCII coffee if you're comin' over.

[need_to_rule_it]

Alright.

[makes a detour for coffee, if he can find it, before heading to her tent]

Knock knock.

Feel free to join Raine and Mouse above :)

[always_bad_news]

Flap's open!