017- (Voice) Death Toll, the First

[painhumbles]

[If it's possible to sound both pained and homicidal, Gabe sure as hell is close to it right now.]

Someone... [Coughhackgroan.... Excrutiatingly long pause. COUGHHACKARGH.]

Let's try that again.

Someone's gonna... Gonna... [Trails off into another horrific coughing fit. THIS IS NOT PAIN AN ARCHANGEL SHOULD BE FEELING. GDI, BARGE. WHY YOU HATIN'.]

Oh

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[painhumbles]

[GROAN OF ANGUISH]

My vessel got toasted. Apparently, that's enough here.

[painhumbles]

The head of the moron who thought it was a good idea to roast the mess hall?

[yousethimfree]

Gabby? [Most worried demon EVAR.]

[painhumbles]

[Most deliriously in pain angel EVAR.]

Hi, Rubes. Don't eat the stuff in the... Cafeteria. Mmmkay?

[yousethimfree]

Yeah, okay, sure.

[Pause here.]

I'd ask how you are, but that's a stupid question.

[painhumbles]

[SAD ANGEL IS SAAAD, RUBY.]

This is what pain feels like.

And it suuucks.

spam~

[youdaman]

[Curled up Max is curled up in the infirmary and not completely coherent yet. This is her first death toll. Sad times, Max. Sad times.]

spam~

[painhumbles]

[As soon as Gabriel realized where Max was, he ignored the pain and the urge to throw up every time so much as lifted a finger to do anything remotely angelic and blipped back the infirmary.

And then promptly wobbled.]

I'm fine. I'm... Fine!

[It was really hard to maintain a threatening glower when you're about ready to fall over, but Gabriel managed until he got a chair pulled over beside Max's cot and... Promptly flopped on her slightly with his head resting on her stomach.

You could not pry him from this spot with the jaws of life. Grr protective archangel. Grr.]

spam~

[youdaman]

[Max woke up a few moments after his head hit her stomach and released a hiss of pain. This sucked. This sucked really bad.]

spam~

[painhumbles]

[Gabe lifted his head quickly... Too quickly. Wow. Dizzy.]

Sorry. Hi. On the bright side, you're not a zombie.

[He dropped his head back down, but this time on the edge of the cot. This sucked A LOT.]

Voice.

[tartaned]

Good Lord.

[Oops, swearing. Um.] Ah. What happened? The death toll is unbearably nasty, isn't it?

Voice.

[painhumbles]

[Gabe will remember that and go "HAH" when he doesn't feel like he got run over by a truck.]

Someone nuked the kitchen. Apparently, if your vessel dies here, you... Die in real life. Something.

Yeah, it kinda sucks. Beats dying, but not by [AGONIZED GROAN]... Not by much.

Voice.

[tartaned]

Yes, I've experienced it myself. How are you doing? Tea was slightly helpful with the nausea.

But what do you mean by "nuked" the kitchen? Is that what's gotten everyone else in a tizzy? There's been no real explanation.

Voice.

[painhumbles]

As long as I don't move too much, I think I'll live.

Uh... I mean. One minute, we were fine and the next, everyone started decaying and then I had no vessel for awhile and now everything hurts. Can't explain it better than that.

[sonotahunter]

'Someone is going to screw it'.

The poetic nature of God's messenger needs a little dusting off, it appears.

ELOQUENCE STOPS AT EXCRUTIATING PAIN.

[painhumbles]

...Shut up.

WHEN DID IT START, EXACTLY?

[sonotahunter]

I would say recover quickly, but frankly I hope you languish in the infirmary for as long as you can stand it. And then some.

Cheers.