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song name SKRILLEX REMIX
Who: Gaelio Bauduin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kimaris) & everyone who hasn't bounced because of my Skrillex joke
What: OO WAH AH AH AH DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS + a catch all for whatever I might need to post throughout the rest of the plot.
When: October 1st.
Where: Out and about.
Warning(s): Sickness? Drama?
[ The sound is deafening for a few seconds, and whatever Gaelio had been holding, about to purchase, is dropped back onto the table he'd picked it up from. It'll be long forgotten soon enough, anyway. An elbow comes up to cover his mouth and nose and he's leaning over to the owner of the stall to make sure they're alright. She seems to have the right idea, however, and begins running for it, so after a moment Gaelio's following in her footsteps through the purple haze.
It looks similar to something he's well acquainted with, but that's neither here nor there.
Once out of the fray, he's looking back at the market. No fires. None that he can see through the purple, at least. There also doesn't seem to be anyone in immediate danger around him. But he's still herding people away from the fog, not that... it appears to be helping. Because in the chaos, he's finally succumbing to the effects of the gas.
It's absolutely gas. Of what kind, he has no idea. It's fine, he'll just lean against this wall in a side alley for awhile touching his forehead with his fingers. Coughing a few times. Looking like he's about to pass out. It's fine.
OOC: This super simple prompt is up for anyone! Especially if you want your character to get sick, yeah. If you'd like something specific or if we've talked about something, just hit me up with a blank and I'll write a starter for you! ]
kimaris) & everyone who hasn't bounced because of my Skrillex jokeWhat: OO WAH AH AH AH DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS + a catch all for whatever I might need to post throughout the rest of the plot.
When: October 1st.
Where: Out and about.
Warning(s): Sickness? Drama?
[ The sound is deafening for a few seconds, and whatever Gaelio had been holding, about to purchase, is dropped back onto the table he'd picked it up from. It'll be long forgotten soon enough, anyway. An elbow comes up to cover his mouth and nose and he's leaning over to the owner of the stall to make sure they're alright. She seems to have the right idea, however, and begins running for it, so after a moment Gaelio's following in her footsteps through the purple haze.
It looks similar to something he's well acquainted with, but that's neither here nor there.
Once out of the fray, he's looking back at the market. No fires. None that he can see through the purple, at least. There also doesn't seem to be anyone in immediate danger around him. But he's still herding people away from the fog, not that... it appears to be helping. Because in the chaos, he's finally succumbing to the effects of the gas.
It's absolutely gas. Of what kind, he has no idea. It's fine, he'll just lean against this wall in a side alley for awhile touching his forehead with his fingers. Coughing a few times. Looking like he's about to pass out. It's fine.
OOC: This super simple prompt is up for anyone! Especially if you want your character to get sick, yeah. If you'd like something specific or if we've talked about something, just hit me up with a blank and I'll write a starter for you! ]