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[inyourbusiness]

[In the halls of Building 12 is Meryl, but Meryl isn't Meryl. Again. But instead of being a treasure hunter/pseudo-pedophile, Meryl has been affected by the Mask Curse, where her face is missing and she found a few masks to cover her face. Unfortunately, she couldn't see the masks too well in her frantic panic of coming to and already being

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[uneternalsleep]

[Have a Heather, who is walking through the halls of building 12, still completely bemused by the events of yesterday. Thankfully most people were affected by other curses to notice Heather dressed up as a Sailor Moon wannabe, spouting out rhymes about truth, justice and sexy beam. This was a very good thing.

She seriously needed some hard liquor, and pronto. Where she'd get it from? Who knew. Maybe she could bribe one of the neighbours...

Heather could see something slumped down the hall. The body doesn't look like what she seriously thought it looked like, but that head...

What the.. hell?

[inyourbusiness]

[She remains slack for the longest moment, before suddenly giving a twitch through her body. The object she's gripping is a knife, that she's holding by the blade and she's starting to squeeze on it.]

[uneternalsleep]

[By this time, Heather has recognised exactly what it was. She could remember those things, slumped and staring with empty eyes at her in the middle of the Lakeside Amusement Park. She swore she'd seen them move, but only when she hadn't been looking at them.

And Heather steps back as she notes the twitching. And the knife.]

You've got to be kidding me...

[inyourbusiness]

[She pushes up, everything a bit of a delirium for her, and she wobbles around as though the mask is too heavy. Really, in the end, it's just a mask, even though it seems to form perfectly into her face. Her hand clenches tighter on the blade, and she starts to shuffle around to face Heather, her head bobbing around dramatically, ears flopping all about with each bob.]