On the second floor of the Yaleson house...
Morton twists around and exclaims an involuntarily half-query as he notices the guests behind him. And not only that, everyone else seems to have gathered as well. Kevin's there, looking at the horrible scene of Scott messing around with his husband's corpse, Niklas is currently serving filleted boar to the guests, who politely decline it, citing greater concerns at the moment, even Sigmund joins the party, still uncertain on where exactly he should put his knife. However, none of that matters now! What matters is that the lady said she could fix Gary!
"Y-you can fix Master Gary? F-fix him of his ills and bring him back to health for us? And that is no zombie, the other would be Master Scott, who I'm of the utmost assurance that he is acting in accordance to, ah, what is necessary of the circumstance I have no doubt."
"He's kind of a rotting corpse walking about, that Master Scott of yours. Looks like a zombie to me."
"Oh, shut it, Bernie. Yeah, I can fix the dead guy on the bed there. Easy as pie, really. I wave my hands, think magic and magic happens. It's pretty sweet and all."
Well, that's rather good. He turns back expectantly to Master Scott, who still looks a bit confused.
"M-Master Scott, what is the matter? Has Master Gary fallen more ill? Oh dear, what happened to Master Gary's side? The benevolent guests said they might be able to fix Master Gary."
"'Fallen ill' is probably a bit of an understatement. More like 'there's nine divine plagues, and he caught them all simultaneously'. That kind of thing."
Master Scott, however, doesn't seem to be in the best of moods.
"WHAT WAS IN THAT SWILL!?" he screams, reaching for Morton's neck!
[Scott vs. Morton: 5 vs. 4-1]
He grabs him by the throat, then starts to whack the butler's head against the wall with alarming rapidity.
"IT ATE RIGHT THROUGH HIS FLESH! MURDERER! ASSASSIN! ROGUE! DEFILER!" he yells at the unsuspecting man, bashing the butler deeper into the fine wooden paneling with each word!
"I could watch this all day, really."
Out in the woods...
Mark tries to scratch that dang mushroom off his fingers, breaking off a nearby stick to do so.
[Mushroom removal roll: 3]
Oh dear. That thing is wedged on quite tight. And it seems to be well on its way to enveloping Mark's hand, extending its fungoid body over the metal with alarming speed.