kuus // 06
A: 946 Beulah Street
[It's early in the morning and Estonia hasn't slept much, mostly out of worry and anxiety about the state of the town and what it was he'd resolved to do come daybreak. He has his proper body back. Death is impermanent. If the options are get whatever fate the milk decided to hand out out of the way or wait to see if it would be him or Daniel again on a murderous rampage today, the republic prefers to bite the bullet. Metaphorically only, he hopes.
No one else is awake yet, so he loiters on the ground floor, drinking coffee and waiting for the milk. At one point, he looks outside and it's there, so he brings it in, standing in front of the kitchen sink. After a moment of examining the bottle, then the contents as best he can, he steels himself and drinks it down, trying to get rid of it all at once. Except of course it's not that easy, because he's almost immediately choking on it, the sensation unbearable and unfamiliar. The bottle slips from his hand and breaks on the floor with a loud crash as Estonia starts to cough into the sink.
Spiders.
His shout of horror is muffled by a hacking cough, but it still might be enough to wake the house. If not, he'll be rinsing his mouth out for the next few hours, not to worry.]
B: Phone
In regards to the delivered milk effects, has anyone found a way to outwit this milkman's system? Or do we only get to choose between which randomized act of terror we want the household to go through?
Barring that, does anyone know if the antihistamines at the drug store have any chance of being well-developed enough to do anything about spider bites? I don't really want to risk going out if it will be pointless. And I have way too many spider bites right now. [Any spider bite is too many when it's in your mouth. His upset, he figures, is justifiable.]
[It's early in the morning and Estonia hasn't slept much, mostly out of worry and anxiety about the state of the town and what it was he'd resolved to do come daybreak. He has his proper body back. Death is impermanent. If the options are get whatever fate the milk decided to hand out out of the way or wait to see if it would be him or Daniel again on a murderous rampage today, the republic prefers to bite the bullet. Metaphorically only, he hopes.
No one else is awake yet, so he loiters on the ground floor, drinking coffee and waiting for the milk. At one point, he looks outside and it's there, so he brings it in, standing in front of the kitchen sink. After a moment of examining the bottle, then the contents as best he can, he steels himself and drinks it down, trying to get rid of it all at once. Except of course it's not that easy, because he's almost immediately choking on it, the sensation unbearable and unfamiliar. The bottle slips from his hand and breaks on the floor with a loud crash as Estonia starts to cough into the sink.
Spiders.
His shout of horror is muffled by a hacking cough, but it still might be enough to wake the house. If not, he'll be rinsing his mouth out for the next few hours, not to worry.]
B: Phone
In regards to the delivered milk effects, has anyone found a way to outwit this milkman's system? Or do we only get to choose between which randomized act of terror we want the household to go through?
Barring that, does anyone know if the antihistamines at the drug store have any chance of being well-developed enough to do anything about spider bites? I don't really want to risk going out if it will be pointless. And I have way too many spider bites right now. [Any spider bite is too many when it's in your mouth. His upset, he figures, is justifiable.]