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WK 4; WEDNESDAY

[preceptive]

[where is shiraishi, kagachi has hiza's first aid kit just in case.]

[felinguistic]

[ i need you to know that gmail said this was a spoopy link so i have to leave again.

he's... probably in the clinic, actually. his shirt is off, and he's craning his neck to look at his back in the mirror. ]

[preceptive]

[wow!!

he's walking right over.]

Hey. Are you injured?

[felinguistic]

A little bruised.

[ hm. after a moment, he shrugs his shirt back on. ]

Rough evening.

[preceptive]

So I've heard. Hizamaru is worried about you.

[felinguistic]

Yes, well I wasn’t the one hallucinating and oozing blood, so perhaps he should worry about himself for the moment.

[preceptive]

He said your ears were bleeding, you heard something, and you likely took the white pill.

[felinguistic]

Yes, yes and yes.

These rooms are quite ominous when they’re first opened, aren’t they?.

[preceptive]

They are, and that's why he's concerned.

What happened?

[felinguistic]

I gave you the run down.

[ his shirt is rebuttoned, sorry kagachi. no catman chest for you anymore. ]

Hizamaru took the black pill, and spent the whole time hallucinating he was dancing with his little blond boy when he was actually dancing with a beak-creature that hissed obsessively when I tried to get him away. Physically separating them caused those wounds, so I left them to it.

I had to take the white pill, and -- I suppose it did the opposite. Everything was a lot clearer, after it wrecked my ears and knocked me out, but I was able to decipher the song lyrics and get us out of the room. [ After the shadowy masses in the went wild for his DJ skills and crowdsurfed him until they all vanished and dropped him. It was lovely, 0/10, would not crowdsurf against his will again. ]

Then it was all "back to normal".

[preceptive]

Did you learn anything?

[felinguistic]

Mistrust And Deceit Are Your Enemy
You're Running Out Of Time
And We Are Thriving

[preceptive]

Charming.

[felinguistic]

Isn't it just?

[preceptive]

What would you say it means?

[felinguistic]

I would have thought it was fairly clear, lyrics wise.

[preceptive]

I know. I was wondering if you had any other interpretation besides the obvious.

[felinguistic]

I think the obvious is probably the most apt interpretation. Maybe a few groups of us trust each other, and some of us have alligiances from before we even got here, so we don't always work together particularly well. Normal, and natural, but dangerous here and it's what lets demons escape and cause more havoc.

There's a finite number of us, and only so many to possess and kill. And even our countermeasures are very much of the "shot in the dark" kind. The people who are able to investigate who might be possessed aren't collaborating with the people who can protect them -- more honesty between everyone and we might even be able to save those possessed and protect the people they're most likely to target. But even then, it's only a stop gap solution and won't stop our numbers dwindling. So, it's likely this can only last a few more weeks at best.

[ and then he shrugs. ] And in the middle of all this, nothing's really stopping the demons. So of course they're thriving.