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Poppy
Poppy had finally found a coffee mug that read "Life Succs" with little pictures of cacti dotted around it. I was cute so it would do. She hummed tunelessly as she poured herself a steaming cup of black coffee. She thought briefly at the bottle of whiskey she spotted on the drink table and wondered if it was still there. She would make her way there dress up her coffee a bit. Poppy had noticed that the kitchen had gathered quite a crowd since she had gotten there. Time to change local I guess She though, heading towards the exit of the kitchen.
She had squeezed into the approximate center of the kitchen when she felt IT. It was like she had smoked one too many black and milds. It was a slightly painful buzzing in the forefront of her head. Like the start of a migraine that felt like tv static. Her coffee mug slipped in her hand and she caught it with the other hand. Poppy squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden brightness in her mind's eye. did someone slip me something? she thought in bewilderment. A series of shouts snapped her eyes back open and mind into attention.
The room was dark and maxed cried of fear and excitement were rising from the crowd around them. They sounded like they were underwater. She looked down at her cup of coffee.
She nearly pulled a hamstring backpedaling from her own arms. The mug she thought was so cute moments earlier shattered on the floor as her hands could not grip them any more. She was only partially aware that she was backed into someone.
She was on fire! Or...or that's what it looked like. Poppy watched in horror as her delicate white gloves billowed thick, navy blue smoke. It was as if they were filled with road flares instead of her hands. She ripped one glove off in attempt to remedy the issue. Poppy wished she had left it on.
Poppy was blind and deaf but at the same time, she could see everything. She had a complete 3D model of the kitchen flickering in her mind, every curve and movement that her smoke caressed flashed in her mind like echolocation. She could even see the form of people's lungs and circulatory systems as her particulated mass was inhaled by the panicking room. Quickly, her smoke pushed out of the small kitchen with the force of negative pressure on an airplane. Her new body pushed through the house like a sand storm, touching everything and everyone in her toxic vapor.
Location: Kash's house, Kitchen area
Mood: Panic!
Interaction: Unfortunately, everyone
Mood: Panic!
Interaction: Unfortunately, everyone
Poppy had finally found a coffee mug that read "Life Succs" with little pictures of cacti dotted around it. I was cute so it would do. She hummed tunelessly as she poured herself a steaming cup of black coffee. She thought briefly at the bottle of whiskey she spotted on the drink table and wondered if it was still there. She would make her way there dress up her coffee a bit. Poppy had noticed that the kitchen had gathered quite a crowd since she had gotten there. Time to change local I guess She though, heading towards the exit of the kitchen.
She had squeezed into the approximate center of the kitchen when she felt IT. It was like she had smoked one too many black and milds. It was a slightly painful buzzing in the forefront of her head. Like the start of a migraine that felt like tv static. Her coffee mug slipped in her hand and she caught it with the other hand. Poppy squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden brightness in her mind's eye. did someone slip me something? she thought in bewilderment. A series of shouts snapped her eyes back open and mind into attention.
The room was dark and maxed cried of fear and excitement were rising from the crowd around them. They sounded like they were underwater. She looked down at her cup of coffee.
She nearly pulled a hamstring backpedaling from her own arms. The mug she thought was so cute moments earlier shattered on the floor as her hands could not grip them any more. She was only partially aware that she was backed into someone.
She was on fire! Or...or that's what it looked like. Poppy watched in horror as her delicate white gloves billowed thick, navy blue smoke. It was as if they were filled with road flares instead of her hands. She ripped one glove off in attempt to remedy the issue. Poppy wished she had left it on.
Her hands looked like a horror prop. Skin and muscle were missing in large swaths, exposing sinew and bone underneath. What looked like chemical burns were quickly spreading up her arms, pouring that thick smoke the whole way. That ache in her skull was growing in intensity and she was finding it hard to think. She tried to cry out for help but all that came out was her converted teeth and tongue, pouring from her mouth in a half converted mess like a hit from a blunt.. She was aware that the people around her were pushing away in a circle, trying to escape the blue smoke pouring off her body and choking the air. She reached out to the counter, snatching the silent movie board she board. She scratched a message with what felt like exposed bone. One of her eyes had stopped working an the other filled with tears and smoke. She held up the sign weakly,
HELP
was scratched with so much panic, it chipped the black paint. Poppy's hair was completely gone and half her face was converted down to the bone, the pours in there skull poured smoke in horrific volumes. If She wasn't now blind, she would see that the room was filling with her smoke, forcing the air into other parts of the house. Poppy tried to take a step towards the crowd but found that her leg, now missing up to the knee, would no longer support her weight. Unable to keep her balance, Poppy pitched forward, dissolving into an overwhelming plume of smoke when she hit the ground.
HELP
was scratched with so much panic, it chipped the black paint. Poppy's hair was completely gone and half her face was converted down to the bone, the pours in there skull poured smoke in horrific volumes. If She wasn't now blind, she would see that the room was filling with her smoke, forcing the air into other parts of the house. Poppy tried to take a step towards the crowd but found that her leg, now missing up to the knee, would no longer support her weight. Unable to keep her balance, Poppy pitched forward, dissolving into an overwhelming plume of smoke when she hit the ground.
Poppy was blind and deaf but at the same time, she could see everything. She had a complete 3D model of the kitchen flickering in her mind, every curve and movement that her smoke caressed flashed in her mind like echolocation. She could even see the form of people's lungs and circulatory systems as her particulated mass was inhaled by the panicking room. Quickly, her smoke pushed out of the small kitchen with the force of negative pressure on an airplane. Her new body pushed through the house like a sand storm, touching everything and everyone in her toxic vapor.
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