Selina gets quite pale, both at the feeling, and the man in front of her. She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it, repeating several times. She finally manages to get a word out, terrified out of her wits at the scenario before her.
"Help... please call help..."
Theres a bit of her mind still working despite how stunned she is, taking a step away from the man, and subsequent steps if he tries to get closer, but never really getting too far away.
"Wait, wait. Hold on. Remain calm. You need a blanket? Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?" he asks, seemingly quite unnerved by your behavior. A sudden surge of uneasiness hits you when he starts fumbling in his pockets.
Jake sighs and continues browsing for something else. Those masks would have been great if he could get one of the face of Dissent's friend or parent, but he didn't know enough about her to do that. Perhaps a thematic mask would be better. Maybe something styled like a tower or wall. Or a shield.
You notice that masks that look like towers, shields or walls have several things in common. Firstly, they all seem to be rather blocky, kind of like one of those cheese hats. Secondly, they're really goofy-looking, like something a mascot would wear. Thirdly, they're fairly rare, because dressing up like a piece of architecture, as you find out from several concept sketches found on an image search, is pretty much the most clear-cut example of a crime against fashion and sensibility a person can think of.
It seems that if you want a mask you'd be satisfied with, you need to make your own, or at least find somebody crazy enough on the internet to custom-make one for you.
Kyle sighs when he sees the portly face of his mother.
"Well, the dogs are gone and someone stole the TV. And there isn't any blood so it wasn't some unlucky robber."
"Oh... dear," your mom says. "How... how did they slip past you, whoever they were? We should call the police, I think. This will not stand, I tell you."
Resigned to the fact that the television is unhelpful Steven tries searching around the internet for any hints as to what the project Ed kids were photographing and what they could be planning.
You immediately head over to Project Ed's website to learn if there's any upcoming events or anything of interest in the photo gallery. There you find little - the site hasn't been properly updated for over six months, as it often is with hastily-started things. As for any other hints, well, parahuman forum posts, what little there are relating to this place, seem to mostly center around the idea that Project Ed seem to have really scaled back activity recently. The most obvious reason put forward for this is that they're probably off somewhere plotting something, or maybe just getting high off Ilo's stuff - really, could be either one of the two, or both at the same time. Nobody's really concerned, although two people do mention that Project Ed's apparently going to have a big party somewhere outside of town in a couple weeks, 'gonna light up the sky' says one post.
Alex would relax and look for cat videos on TV
Ah, funny animal shows. They fill your heart with such relaxed cheer, the closest thing you know to happiness in life. And they've got cable in this VIP room, so you've got a whole lot of funny animals to entertain yourself with for hours to come, until you eat a suspiciously high-quality lunch and get a rather wonderful sponge bath afterward. Hours turn into days, whiled away in contentment, until you are seemingly healed enough to be discharged - you still can't really talk, though a complementary hospital notepad has been provided to you by hospital staff, and you walk out of a hospital with a smile on your face for the very first time. You could get used to this kind of treatment.
When you're finally out, you wonder what to do next. See Kibbel immediately, take a walk to get your body used to regular movement again, or maybe something else entirely? You feel a bit like you're floating on air, so relaxed is your mind.
Carrie looked downcast as she finished face petulant as only a child can manage, "I don't like it."
"Carrie, come on now. He's making a lot of sense. Lets just go home and..."
"No! I want this, I need this, this is..." Carrie does a quick scan of the building, all the while trying to understand. "This is not about me, its about everyone else. And I'm not ready yet. The words come out as a dull monotone.
Her father nods, a little concerned, but he thanks the officer and subtly motions Carrie towards the car for home. Once outside however, she stops at the nearest bench and just sits.
Your dad doesn't quite notice your choice of seating at first, and walks toward the car, but ultimately turns back and walks up to you again, quite concerned.
I let out a frustrated sigh as I stood up. I was being reminded why we broke up.
"I'll get it, just...I don't know. Food's in the kitchen. You made coffee, you know that. Blagh."
Answering the landline, I asked "Hello? Who is this?"
Jake shrugs apologetically, and walks off toward the kitchen.
"Serra, baby, it's your aunt. Have you, uh, had any luck?" the shaky voice of your aunt is on the other end.
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