2. and the breaking point

[rickitikitarr]

[Video]

[He'd woken up this morning to a terrible new alteration to his body, and to Zane's (rather terrifying) network announcement. So, subdued, short;]

I don't know what the hell is wrong with you people, but this place is fucking dreadful. Someone let us know when the rampage killing lunatic has-

[Fuck. He stops himself, because he hadn't intended to let his temper get away with him. This isn't helping anyone. He, quite visibly, draws a breath in through his nose, lets it out through his mouth.]

I'm sorry. I hope there can be an announcement when the halls are safe again.

[Spam]

[The flood really hasn't been good to him. He gives up on staying holed into his cabin, and makes the trek to go get breakfast. He looks rather unusual, in a low slung pair of jeans and a sheet wrapped around his head and shoulders, held together over his chest with one hand, like a grandmother with a massive shawl.

It's better than going shirtless, which is his only other option. By the way his bedsheet tents up the centre of his back, something is clearly wrong with his spine. When he gets his tray, one handed, and the hood of sheet over his head spills back to reveal a dip at the top of his shoulders, a keen observer will catch sight of a ridge of uncomfortable protruding plates. They're interspersed enough that the movements of his spine are only a little restricted, though twisting side to side more than a bare inch is impossible.

So, he learns quickly, is sitting back comfortably against anything. He perches up gingerly on the edge of his chair, flings one end of the sheet over his shoulder like a scarf to free up his hands a little better, and starts to stab at his meal. He is in a mildly better mood than he was earlier.

Very mildly.]

Comments

[audio]

[tucky]

[Oh hey, this guy. She'd liked this guy.]

It's Zane. You know him?

[video]

[routemistress]

[Iris is lounging on her couch in a bikini top and low rise leather trousers, the better to show off the set of golden-blonde tentacles growing out of her midriff.

She is using one to hold her gin and tonic and another to hold her communicator.]

I think the lads should 'ave it sorted by now. You look a bit mithered, Ricki love, what did you grow?

[spam]

[babyfacedkiller]

[Fucking dreadful. Funny how that's a sentiment that doesn't get expressed nearly enough, no matter how appropriate. Lloyd doesn't reply to the post when it goes up, a little too busy worrying about his own bodily modifications, but he does, a bit later on, run into Ricki in the dining hall.

He doesn't ask what the fuck it is Ricki is hiding under that sheet, not yet, though he can't help being curious, but what he's got he isn't trying to hide. There's a pair of horns protruding out of his forehead that wouldn't look out of place on a mountain goat, and a long, fleshy tail coming out from a specially made hole in the back of his jeans. Right now the tail is behaving, but that's not always the case.]

Guess I forgot to mention it when we talked the first time, but this place is fuckin' crazy.

[But maybe that's the sort of thing that goes without fucking saying. Lloyd turn a chair around before sitting down opposite of Ricki, and takes an agitated bite out of his sandwich.]

These things usually blow over in a couple of days. The floods do. Dunno about the psycho killers. That might be more of a permanent fixture.

[thelastbullet]

I'm not the kinda fella to say 'I told you so'. [But he told him so.]