MUSHI DISASTER

[dontpokethat]

Who: Anyone and everyone; it’s a mingle-style log!
What: A sudden spike in the mushi population brings some trouble to the carnival.
When: Around day 87-90
Where: All around the carnival
Warnings: Illness, potentially some minor body horror, and so on



[Following the recent disappearance of Ginko and Tanyuu’s mushi repellent, there will be a sudden increase in the number of mushi in the carnival this week.

This is a mingle-style log, so just post a toplevel, tag out, and have fun with mushi disasters! Event information and questions are here.]

Comments

[atouts]

Wel enough to make out what shape must be what in here, thank you very much. Childermass doesn't take too well to being directed towards a cot, in total spite of the fact that, yes, he probably would have taken several minutes of squinting and trying to decide just what blurry shape must be one.

"I can sit on my own," he snaps, irritation at the whole ordeal bleeding through his usual tone of voice. Lambert's not the only one frustrated, though he supposes he can at least still voice it, unlike the witcher. Regardless of being snappish, he does sit as directed. There isn't a whole lot else he can do, anyway. "It's not like I was planning on wandering off instead or anything..."

[whattaprick]

Lambert's estimation of Childermass's current facilities is much lower than the magician's, but he'll at least stop shoving at him (after a final firm press of his hands to drive the point home -- stay fucking put). He doesn't move far after he's let him go, and there's the rustle of paper and the scratch of a pen again, louder here now that they aren't outdoors.

When he's finished, Lambert presses the folded paper into Childermass's palm, using his other hand to close the magician's fingers over it. Depending on how much his eyesight will allow him to make out, if he unfolds the paper he'll find a simple message intended for whoever happens across him.

Something's wrong with his eyes, went to find out if it can be fixed. Don't let him do anything stupid. - Lambert

Lambert releases Childermass and steps towards the entrance again, the flap of cloth and his blurring figure -- framed for a moment by daylight -- announcing his exit.