[Oh man. Ohhh man. Meg's no doctor, but she's pretty sure all the red stuff is supposed to be inside you, not on the floor. It doesn't help that ever since she came here, the sight of blood has gone from "appetizing" to... less so. ...Aaand the mental image of a vampire desperate enough to eat vomit is enough to make her gag and heave again. Oh god. Why.]
[The last time she saw someone coughing up blood, the only thing to do had been to let matters take their course. It hadn't been pretty. They said that the "ragged man" parasite was only symptomatic for kindred, so... that shouldn't be the problem here, right? Right? Right.]
userid: @compass5565 ok so question i know the water supply is pretty jacked but it's too cold for tapeworms and shit to survive, right? and the bottled stuff should be fine.
so hypothetically speaking what do you take for worms? don't you just kinda starve them out? like i know you deworm dogs but i never had a dog as a kid so idk what that actually involves
Prompt 2: Network
userid: @compass5565 ///------.()*xks12ing a meaningful shift in the risk-return ratio o5m6g7r^222till either circulating on the open market or have found their way into museums and private collec003pa2$&v9w03yzuoving ever more vulnerable to cri4%44(*^---//////
awesome, even in the snowpocalypse you can't get away from glitchy bloatware garbage. it even kinda looks like bonzibuddy, any of you guys remember that? or uh, i guess if bonzibuddy had a weird baby with a numbers station.
anyway it keeps running these ads and it's pissing me off, pls tell me there's an antivirus app on this thing.
Prompt 3: Action
[Meg hasn't been in a school for over ten years, but it's pretty much as she remembers. Granted, hers hadn't been in a ghost town, but she remembers the heaters were always broken and the paint was all peeling, and even as a kid you could tell that the building ought've been closed as a safety hazard years ago. Smashing a window to break in still feels cathartic, even after all this time.]
[She's wearing gloves a size too big and a moth-eaten scarf wrapped around her face. It's harder for her to tell when the temperature has dropped to dangerous levels, so she bundles up more thoroughly to compensate. As a bonus, covering up the mouth means she's less recognizable, and it's less obvious that her breath doesn't fog up the air.]
[Her plan is simple: Cafeteria first stop, though it'll be picked clean by now; teacher's lounge will have coffee things and possibly a booze stash (come on, they all do it); then the art room. Art rooms are full of tools and improvisable weaponry and flammable solvents; if this was a nice school back in the day, it might even have a darkroom for photography, which means all kinds of funky chemicals. Meg doesn't necessarily have a use for them, but someone might.]
[Anyway, that was the plan until the noises start. Initially there's just the light pattering of feet from above, and she thinks, great, another scavenger beat her, until the sounds escalate into stomping and doors slamming and nonsensical childish babble. Meg ends up pressed up against a wall, peering at a stairwell leading up with deep suspicion, visibly weighing the odds between A) getting supplies or B) getting eaten by a hundred ghost babies.]
Meg Lodestone | Original
[Oh man. Ohhh man. Meg's no doctor, but she's pretty sure all the red stuff is supposed to be inside you, not on the floor. It doesn't help that ever since she came here, the sight of blood has gone from "appetizing" to... less so. ...Aaand the mental image of a vampire desperate enough to eat vomit is enough to make her gag and heave again. Oh god. Why.]
[The last time she saw someone coughing up blood, the only thing to do had been to let matters take their course. It hadn't been pretty. They said that the "ragged man" parasite was only symptomatic for kindred, so... that shouldn't be the problem here, right? Right? Right.]
userid: @compass5565
ok so question
i know the water supply is pretty jacked but it's too cold for tapeworms and shit to survive, right? and the bottled stuff should be fine.
so hypothetically speaking what do you take for worms? don't you just kinda starve them out? like i know you deworm dogs but i never had a dog as a kid so idk what that actually involves
Prompt 2: Network
userid: @compass5565
///------.()*xks12ing a meaningful shift in the risk-return ratio o5m6g7r^222till either circulating on the open market or have found their way into museums and private collec003pa2$&v9w03yzuoving ever more vulnerable to cri4%44(*^---//////
awesome, even in the snowpocalypse you can't get away from glitchy bloatware garbage. it even kinda looks like bonzibuddy, any of you guys remember that? or uh, i guess if bonzibuddy had a weird baby with a numbers station.
anyway it keeps running these ads and it's pissing me off, pls tell me there's an antivirus app on this thing.
Prompt 3: Action
[Meg hasn't been in a school for over ten years, but it's pretty much as she remembers. Granted, hers hadn't been in a ghost town, but she remembers the heaters were always broken and the paint was all peeling, and even as a kid you could tell that the building ought've been closed as a safety hazard years ago. Smashing a window to break in still feels cathartic, even after all this time.]
[She's wearing gloves a size too big and a moth-eaten scarf wrapped around her face. It's harder for her to tell when the temperature has dropped to dangerous levels, so she bundles up more thoroughly to compensate. As a bonus, covering up the mouth means she's less recognizable, and it's less obvious that her breath doesn't fog up the air.]
[Her plan is simple: Cafeteria first stop, though it'll be picked clean by now; teacher's lounge will have coffee things and possibly a booze stash (come on, they all do it); then the art room. Art rooms are full of tools and improvisable weaponry and flammable solvents; if this was a nice school back in the day, it might even have a darkroom for photography, which means all kinds of funky chemicals. Meg doesn't necessarily have a use for them, but someone might.]
[Anyway, that was the plan until the noises start. Initially there's just the light pattering of feet from above, and she thinks, great, another scavenger beat her, until the sounds escalate into stomping and doors slamming and nonsensical childish babble. Meg ends up pressed up against a wall, peering at a stairwell leading up with deep suspicion, visibly weighing the odds between A) getting supplies or B) getting eaten by a hundred ghost babies.]