1st Attack . video & spam

[inhell]

[She wakes up in her own bed, Alvin, the palm-sized teddy bear, clasped tightly in one hand. There are stars outside the window, and everything is picture-perfect. Just as she left it. She coughs, her lungs aching, and she becomes aware of numerous aches and pains. Her shoulder, her knee. A handful of cuts and scrapes. She can still feel the scorching heat on her skin. - Or, no, wait; her nose is clogged, maybe she just has a fever.

For a long moment she waits for the crushing darkness to arrive, as it usually does in her dreams. The looming shadows. Or she waits for herself to slip out of bed and start killing things. She watches herself with a kind of detached dread.

But none of these things happen, and eventually she slips out of the bed, dragging the quilted blanket with her, Alvin held tight in her fist. She manages a few steps outside, and when she finds that it's not her house, she stops dead.

All of the exhaustion catches up with her, and she slides down, against the wall next to her door. The blanket is wrapped tight around her. She stares at the wall across, waiting to wake up. Waiting to walk out into a new Hell.]

[ video & infirmaryspam, later ]

[She is curled up under as many blankets as she could talk out of whoever is on duty, and she's still shivering. Her fever is high, and every part of her body hurts. And this is when she decides to try out the little device, like a handheld computer or something. She looks absolutely awful.]

So this is like a radio...? [Her accent is rough, rural Australian.]

Who's listening? And why's there doctors in the afterlife?

[A beat, then:] Why's there flu in the afterlife?

Comments

[deshabille]

Well, it's infinite, I doubt you have time to listen to me talk about myself forever.

Although you should.

[inhell]

I'd probably throw up on you first.

threadjack of great justice

[pvtparts]

No, I think you'd weep tears of joy at the opportunity of knowing her first before you got to that stage.

Unless she decided to start with the gory bits first and you've got a weak stomach.

[inhell]

I don't have a weak stomach.

[pvtparts]

Then you should be just fine.

The tears may be unstoppable though. No shame in that.

[inhell]

Shut up!

[deshabille]

I was hoping to surprise her with all of that. You've ruined it.

[p o u t]

[pvtparts]

I didn't spoil the details themselves.

[Stop that!!!]

[deshabille]

You've ruined the suspense, though.

[NO]

[pvtparts]

Surely the girl had an inkling already. It is not as though you hide yourself all that well.

[deshabille]

I'm mysterious. It's genetic.

[pvtparts]

Is that your excuse for everything now?

[deshabille]

That's no way to introduce yourself.

[inhell]

Depends on the impression you'd like to give.

[deshabille]

Fair point. You're puffing yourself up. Like a cat.

[inhell]

Do cats usually puke on you?

[deshabille]

Yes. [Ellie have you ever met a cat, they love puking.]

[inhell]

Sorry to say, but you might not be doing that right.

[deshabille]

I might not be doing cats right.

[squint]

[inhell]

They've never puked on me.

Sheep, yeah. Not cats though.

[deshabille]

Well. [A dismissive wave.] Nothing to be done about sheep.

[inhell]

What d'you mean, nothing to be done?

[deshabille]

They're incorrigible.

[inhell]

They're perfectly corrigible.

[deshabille]

Not even slightly corrigible.