11-17-2020, 02:19 AM
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The gathering crowd overwhelmed the witch, causing her tail tips to twitch erratically. Her four eyes split and looked for Vaas, but she saw no hint of the tiger. As she looked at the four—a softspoken child, a sick idiot, an odd hybrid, and a bigass plantman—she blinked, rapidly, trying but failing to form the words properly in her head. She didn’t respond to Rhinestonestar until Medusa already came over, and Foamkit beat her entirely to speaking a word.
She squinted at the child. Then she mimicked his gesture with her own paw to her forehead, because she had no idea what he meant. Was he saying she had a big forehead? Well, then he had a bigger one, being a child still growing into his head.
She sighed. The witch sat down and shielded her paws with her tail. Shivering, the wildcat looked down at the four, and tucked her muzzle under her sweater’s collar.
“Vaas came to the Typhoon about Medusa. He was very worried about her. She isn’t the first to—” She paused, grit her teeth against saying Pincher’s name, and burrowed her muzzle deeper into the wool. “—well, she isn’t the first I’ve seen to have difficulties around the sea. But I couldn’t ascertain the root cause of her phobia from secondhand testimony… therefore, I came in person. But I did not realize it would be so cold.”
The tropical wildcat’s whole body contracted in a shiver. She’d only known the desert and jungle as her home, and she had been woefully underprepared for the cold. Rosemary grumbled under her breath, all four eyes squinted against the wind, and nodded in Nine’s direction. “Vaas didn’t mention… perhaps he came before they showed signs. It took me longer than I intended to visit. Time is not… easy. The days bleed together, you know, when you do not like to leave your home.”
Rosemary sighed. The witch disliked knowing she needed to treat three patients, especially in the damned cold, but she would do it. Because it was the right thing to do.
“The snow makes me feel icky, too, child. Does the air sting your lungs? Does it make you cough? What are your symptoms?” She glanced at the adults. Given the child’s limited speech, she anticipated one of them would probably give her a proper symptoms list instead. As for Rhinestonestar, she squinted at him and added, “Are your symptoms the same as him? How much time do you spend with the child?” She wouldn’t be surprised if they had the same thing; illnesses spread fast in cold places, especially if everyone huddled in the same spaces for warmth.
“And, Medusa… do you hear anything that isn’t there? Is the sea a voice or presence in your head? How would you describe this mental funk?”
She squinted at the child. Then she mimicked his gesture with her own paw to her forehead, because she had no idea what he meant. Was he saying she had a big forehead? Well, then he had a bigger one, being a child still growing into his head.
She sighed. The witch sat down and shielded her paws with her tail. Shivering, the wildcat looked down at the four, and tucked her muzzle under her sweater’s collar.
“Vaas came to the Typhoon about Medusa. He was very worried about her. She isn’t the first to—” She paused, grit her teeth against saying Pincher’s name, and burrowed her muzzle deeper into the wool. “—well, she isn’t the first I’ve seen to have difficulties around the sea. But I couldn’t ascertain the root cause of her phobia from secondhand testimony… therefore, I came in person. But I did not realize it would be so cold.”
The tropical wildcat’s whole body contracted in a shiver. She’d only known the desert and jungle as her home, and she had been woefully underprepared for the cold. Rosemary grumbled under her breath, all four eyes squinted against the wind, and nodded in Nine’s direction. “Vaas didn’t mention… perhaps he came before they showed signs. It took me longer than I intended to visit. Time is not… easy. The days bleed together, you know, when you do not like to leave your home.”
Rosemary sighed. The witch disliked knowing she needed to treat three patients, especially in the damned cold, but she would do it. Because it was the right thing to do.
“The snow makes me feel icky, too, child. Does the air sting your lungs? Does it make you cough? What are your symptoms?” She glanced at the adults. Given the child’s limited speech, she anticipated one of them would probably give her a proper symptoms list instead. As for Rhinestonestar, she squinted at him and added, “Are your symptoms the same as him? How much time do you spend with the child?” She wouldn’t be surprised if they had the same thing; illnesses spread fast in cold places, especially if everyone huddled in the same spaces for warmth.
“And, Medusa… do you hear anything that isn’t there? Is the sea a voice or presence in your head? How would you describe this mental funk?”
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I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?