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Dean Winchester ([personal profile] venatical) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2014-05-24 06:33 pm

it creeps and leaps and glides and slides

Who: Everyone who sees the network post re: the explosion and the impending blob threat!
When: Morning of Day 196. The blob threat and altered personalities have an open-ended date, atm, so people can be dealing with those as they wish!
Where: One of the science labs.
What: The orb causes an explosion of sorts in the lab, which results in two things: 1) some characters act "off," their personalities altering in some way, and 2) there are tiny red blobs (very The Blob-esque) everywhere that are harmless until you get close enough and you realize they want to jump onto your face.

[ The lab is a mess; cabinets and drawers are open, some faucets are dripping, and there's glass and scattered paper and things everywhere. Most troubling, however, are the blobs that like to suffocate people.

Freeze them, contain them in cupboards or whatever intact container you find handy, see if they're afraid of the Bunsen burner, try to use weapons on them -- best to get them cleaned up quickly, though! ]
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[personal profile] seraphique 2014-06-10 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
That's a pity. Well, one doesn't particularly need a stage to sing. I often did it in my dressing room, when I was learning...

[She sort of trails off, looking frightful for a second, as if she'ss remembering something from the past, something she'd like to forget and put behind her. Christine brings an arm close to her chest, crinkling in the fabrics of the costume, then drops it to her side, turning for a second to look behind her, almost stopping.]

Are the halls changing even as we go?
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[personal profile] blackmagus 2014-06-11 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Christine's words trail off, Fortescue frowns, thoughtful, but decides not to pursue the subject. The new subject she brings up is, to a newcomer, far more important. It's terribly easy to get lost in the halls, if you aren't careful. And sometimes even if you are.]

Yes, they like to do that. When you blink, or turn your back on them. I've never seen them do it, and yet this is a different route than the one I took to get to the labs. [She smiles sympathetically.] You'll just have to get used to it, I'm afraid, love.