[action]: Office Log Office Log!

[sicklypriest]

Who: Rhys and anyone who stops in. I'M LOOKING AT YOU, STATUE VICTIMS. <8|
What: Office log
When: December 16-30
Where: Rhys's office, which is located in the infirmary

Come in, talk for a few, discuss problems, ask questions, etc. etc... Just state a date and a time and we'll be cooler than cool.

ALSO:This is a continuation of the statue

Comments

An Pikmin.

[notsotoxic]

She had slept a long time. It was dreamless and without comfort (though it could be argued that the absence of dreams was a comfort), but it was sleep regardless. When she woke she was filled with a horrible sense of disappointment. She was still very tiny, and she was still very much in pain, and that meant that she still couldn't help.

If there was nothing she could do, she didn't want to be awake.

Her stem drooped over her face in a visual cue of her unhappiness, and her flower... Wasn't a flower at all. Vianca stared at the leaf hanging in front of her, slowly processing what it meant. It started to shake, and Vianca tried to reach out to keep it still, not realizing it was because of her own trembling.

Here have a visit

[monsieur_miller]

Accepted

[notsotoxic]

Vianca had still been awake at this point. Since she couldn't help out with the others, she had taken to quietly contemplating the situation in general. Try as she might, she couldn't remember much from the night before. She had just been so sleepy for some reason... Sleepy enough not to notice what had obviously taken place. It bothered her. The motives bothered her as well. So far she had been entirely unable to think of a logical reason for this to have happened to her... or really any of the other victims. Perhaps Wendy had been right.

When Miller chose to sit on her bed, Vianca was actually rather surprised. She had already grown used to the visitors bustling through the doors passing by her bed to check on their friends and loved ones, and had already assumed that he must have been there for someone else. Oh.

He received a small humming noise in response. It sounded sing-song, and a little melancholy despite herself, but it was definitely a greeting.

I saw "Accepted" in my inbox and wondered when Bret became a mod pff

[monsieur_miller]

pitapit

[pitticus]

Pit finally came to, and the moment he opened his eyes, the ceiling hazed. It felt like he was being pulled into the world, stretched and bent. His mind was full of nothing for a few winks of time, until the pain made reality slam into him harshly. It was too weird, this unfamiliar ceiling. It made his entire body jerk. When his wing jolted, so did a sharp pain, and he whined sleepily at the intense shock.

Why did he hurt so much? Why wasn't he in his own bed? WAS THIS ANOTHER GAME OVER. "Mmma?"

macamac and pitapit

[boxingmidget]

The moment Pit opened his eyes, a wave a relief ran over Mac. He's okay. He ain't dead. I knew he'd come up. Pit looked like he was in a lot of pain, so he held every muscle that wanted him to embrace the angel right now.

Pit might find a very relaxed boxer right next to him. "...Hey...Hey you."

Re: macamac and pitapit

[pitticus]

Mac... The unease settled and the sight of his friend soothed his panicked heart. The wide bulbs of his eyes stopped being so stricken and settled to a softer gaze as he blinked away the last few clouds. "Mac... where... am I?" his drowsy voice asked. "Eima... ma am... I in the hopsital?" His language slipped a little, lapsing into Angelexi then English with bloopers.

Minor pains all over equated to one big bundle of hurt. He was tied to this cot for now, that's for sure. All he wanted to look at was Mac right now.

a Lash appears in the corner. Command?

[things_go_boom]

"No you're in the school's health ward," the afro kid answered, still sitting down from her point. She didn't look at Pit right now, as she continued to ponder what the hell had happened. "You were brought here in a pretty shitty condition."