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[Accidental Video] Bad Dream...or Worse
Jan. 19th, 2010 12:23 am[In the mid-afternoon, Jay is in the middle of a nap, tossing and turning in his bed. Which eventually leads to falling off the bed, knocking the journal to the floor in the process, which begins the accidental video broadcast.]
[The video feed shows Jay stirring uncomfortably on the floor for a moment. Suddenly, his upper body jerks up, and he sits on his knees. And then just as suddenly, he grabs his torso with a scream of agony. (It would take severe pain to get Jay to actually scream like this.) He slowly reclines on the floor again for a moment as his scream dies down. He sits up again, raising his hand to a wet spot on his forehead, where black puss is oozing out. He stares at the puss on his hand, looking very puzzled and very terrified. He must have hit his head when he fell from the bed. But that doesn't explain why the ooze seeping from his wound was black. That's when he turns his glance to the journal, realizing that it was recording, and quickly lunges to grab it.]
[Yes, the symptoms of Geostigma are finally setting in. Great, now he knows what's going to happen. Soon, he'd be getting dozens of voices worrying about him.]
[Or maybe not. He's still convinced that no one cares about him. Feel free to convince him otherwise, taunt him for being ill, or direct him to the cure…]
[The video feed shows Jay stirring uncomfortably on the floor for a moment. Suddenly, his upper body jerks up, and he sits on his knees. And then just as suddenly, he grabs his torso with a scream of agony. (It would take severe pain to get Jay to actually scream like this.) He slowly reclines on the floor again for a moment as his scream dies down. He sits up again, raising his hand to a wet spot on his forehead, where black puss is oozing out. He stares at the puss on his hand, looking very puzzled and very terrified. He must have hit his head when he fell from the bed. But that doesn't explain why the ooze seeping from his wound was black. That's when he turns his glance to the journal, realizing that it was recording, and quickly lunges to grab it.]
[Yes, the symptoms of Geostigma are finally setting in. Great, now he knows what's going to happen. Soon, he'd be getting dozens of voices worrying about him.]
[Or maybe not. He's still convinced that no one cares about him. Feel free to convince him otherwise, taunt him for being ill, or direct him to the cure…]
