escalation

[remem_b_er]

Now, don't look if you're squeamish, but

There's a body in the kitchen. It's skin is translucent, except the patches covered in the oozing, green rash. Pus has crusted on what remains of it's clothes. One half of the forehead and the jaw have caved in, green and oozing and unable to hold up to whatever pressure was put on them when the body fell.

Comments

[lastrunnerup]

*All right. So. Maybe this mansion isn't so nice after all.*

What the fuck is this?

[lastrunnerup]

Where could you have gotten it from?

[coordinated_n]

Light has been acting strangely too, and so has L. I've spoken to both of them.

[lastrunnerup]

L is?

Who saw you cry?

[coordinated_n]

Mihael. He's- *he points in the direction of his voice.*

[lastrunnerup]

*Mello looks, and then wrinkles his nose.*

He's got it all over him, too. Think it's contagious that way?

I'll talk to him when I get to it. What made you cry? Were you feeling any pain, maybe from this?

[coordinated_n]

I've been over-emotional, and easily confused. That on top of moving out, and a minor argument, well, my composure crumbled.

[lastrunnerup]

Of course I'd miss something like that.

Do you think the confusion and you being... over-emotional have anything to do with this-- infection?

[coordinated_n]

I do. Light was exhibiting the exact same symptoms, and L has been... he's been almost lapsing into trances, and emerging, disoriented.

[lastrunnerup]

Does whoever you're currently staying with, if anyone, show any symptoms? And have they noticed yours?

[coordinated_n]

Light.

He hasn't- he's been sleeping. Only Mihael noticed.

[lastrunnerup]

... You're staying with Light.

All right-- Just. I need to keep an eye on you, to study. I'm either taking you back to my room, or you're telling me where yours is, until this is over.

[coordinated_n]

I knew you wouldn't expect it- *weepy again, trying to hide it,* -and since you threatened the others-

Mello, I'm losing it. Slap me. *He does not cry.

[lastrunnerup]

Jesus Christ, Near--

*He obliges, removing his right glove and giving Near a nice, harsh smack to the face.*

Get over it.

[coordinated_n]

Thank you. *That shocks him back into himself.* I hate this. This is not who I am.

What are we going to do to fix this problem? First of all, we need to get rid of this body and sterilize the kitchen.

[lastrunnerup]

No, it's not. So quit it, it's annoying.

I don't know if it's in good shape to move without... a lot of tarps, or something.