If you could only see the beast you've made of me

[recurve]

WHO: Kate & YOU.
WHERE: Hotel Castillo
WHEN: Monday
WARNINGS: Decaying flesh.
SUMMARY: Kate thought she was okay at first. Then her flesh started rotting off.
FORMAT: Quick to start, tagger's choice.

[She thought she was lucky. She hadn't gone to the masked ball, and as such, she figured she might not catch whatever virus had been released onto the partygoers. She felt okay most of Sunday, just a little dizzy before she fell asleep checking out flights out of the country on her phone.

When she woke up Monday morning, however, the situation had shifted dramatically. She felt like she could barely lift her head up, lifting her arms was a trial in and of itself. It was like her muscles had all atrophied over night, and when she was finally able to drag herself off the bed and to a mirror-- one leg dragging inelegantly behind the rest of her in an oddly terrifying shuffle, she was horrified by what she saw. Her face was gaunt, greenish grey, eyes sunken in and dead looking. She looked more corpse than living and breathing woman, and when she opened her mouth to scream, all that came out was a gurgling, gasping sound.

With every ounce of her strength, she threw open the door and stumbled into the hall of the hotel, grunting at the top of her lungs. The sound is rough and strangled]

I think I'm about to die!

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[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya opens the door to their room suddenly and shambles her way through, buried under a bulky coat, one sleeve empty while the other hand's stuffed underneath. only her nose is left uncovered between her scarf, the bandages around her forehead, and the shades just below them. she moves stiffly, like her legs have forgotten how to bend and really wish she wouldn't try it. she brings an overly perfumed aroma with her, but it doesn't entirely hide the smell of the death her body's going through.

had either of them even realized she'd left? probably not. she hadn't announced her departure, or even unlocked the door to her little refuge in the bathroom to leave. portals can do that when you're too busy wallowing to care about your surroundings and be considerate of the people in them.

as she hobbles her way across the room, that's exactly where she's headed again, failing utterly to acknowledge either of her roommates. and she doesn't intend to ever come out unless made to again. ]

[recurve]

[From her bed, where she's been confined since her trip into the hallway on Monday, Kate makes a short grunt of acknowledgement to Kanaya. She's propped up, sitting against a mountain of pillows and the purplish gray hue of her skin stands out in stark contrast with the clean white pillowcases.]

Kan--?

[Her face contorts in an exaggerated, Halloween-mask-like expression. Something smells awful. Even worse than Kate already does.]

What is that smell?

[nitidus]

[Rose's mood has been a volatile one since the virus had taken hold. She has, in the last few hours, managed to realize that her mood (and the desire to tear someone apart, for that matter) is out of the ordinary. She hasn't been able to shake it, but she has mostly been able to keep her fists clenched at her side and her mouth shut.

And then Kanaya comes in.

The smell hits her immediately, and Rose is quick to offer, snidely: it's Kanaya, only to have it come out in eldritch. Her expression is not a subtle one.

Then, afterwards: what happened to you?]

[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya ends her procession and gurgles some kind of unamused noise. she sneers under her scarf, almost tempted to toss her hands up to the air in resignation, but remembers why she has her hand stuffed in her coat to begin with, and how much literal hand-tossing she might end up with.

she tries to say something snide of her own to kate, but a lot of it is lost in the scarf and the strain she has even in talking: ] Oh, yes, thank you very much for saying so. As if I weren't aware of the issue already!

[ she doesn't say anything at all to rose, she just casts a glare at her. she can't understand a word the girl is saying and can only imagine the worst in its place. ]

[recurve]

[Kate's studied a few foreign languages over the years, but eldritch isn't one of them. So after giving Rose a short, puzzled look, she rolls her eyes back toward Kanaya, in a manner not meant to convey sarcasm, though the way her skin is puckering it's hard to tell.]

Sorry, I didn't-- [The apology fades away. She isn't really in the mood for this, not when she can clearly feel the lines of discord being drawn between the other two. It's hard to pinpoint exactly what it feels like, but it's making Kate uncomfortable, the way the air seems unnaturally still and cold, like there's something dangerous brewing under the surface.]

You should lie down, Kanaya. You look worse than I do. ... No offense. Rose, maybe there's some extra pillows or something.

[From her bed, she's pretty good at giving directions. Not that anyone aside from her team is likely to follow them.]

[nitidus]

[The non-communication is frustrating. Rose says: she needs medical attention, but it's absolutely futile. Afterwards, she gestures to Kanaya and then to the bathroom door. Clean up. She sort of wishes she had a pen or something.

Kanaya's tone grates against her nerves, however. It's far too haughty. It resonates and grinds against Rose's mood in the wrong way and Rose thinks: you aren't the only one having a bad day. She says it too. She might be speaking gobbledygook, but her tone of voice translates volumes.

[glowsferatu]

I don't want to lie down. [ her calves are burning, but she's afraid that she wouldn't be able to get back up if she let them rest.

she shifts her gaze back to rose, still only able to make the faintest guess at what she could be trying to indicate. ] Oh, have you been interrupted from using the bathroom due to my condition? You will have to forgive me, dearest princess, for causing you such inconvenience with my inconsiderately decomposing self!

[ absent-mindedly, she brings her own hand out to mockingly mimic the gesture, but in her case she ends up pointing the severed arm she's holding in her hand along with it. ]

[recurve]

[She yelps at the sight. The sound is more like a terrible groan, however.]

Your arm! Oh jeez!

[Kate tries to extract herself from the bed, weakly pushing at the blankets in a futile effort to offer assistance. But standing takes so much effort, she can't even muster enough energy to do so in her current state.]

Stop arguing, guys! We need a healer! Or-or a doctor! Now!

[nitidus]

[ROSE BALKS. WHAT THE FUCK KANAYA.

She also gestures widlily to her arm. She tries to mouth what did you do but it looks nothing like English, of course. If only Rose had the sense for pen and paper. If only she weren't stuck speaking nonsense.

Rose pinches her brow. She takes a deep breath and tries to make her tone calm. She points to the bathroom, she rubs her arm as though cold, trying to communicate put it on ice.]

[necronomicod]

*Feferi, meanwhile, was trying to sort everything out - and getting a handle on her powers seemed to be the most prudent thing to do at the time.

But she still squeaked in startled surprise as she opened the door to her hotel room to a rasping, guttural cry of anguish and saw a human woman who looked little more than a walking corpse.* Well--

--don't die, that'd be stupid! I can help you!

[recurve]

[Kate raises her head toward the voice, tendons in her neck straining in agony. She whimpers pathetically, voice thick as she tries to speak.]

P-please help me. I don't want to die!

[necronomicod]

So come here! Oh cod, you look terrible--

Hang on, come here, hold still! I can heal you! *Beat.* I think!

[recurve]

[Slowly, in a shuffle, she makes her way toward Feferi.]

What's wrong with me?

[necronomicod]

If I had to guess, I'd say that you look like a zombie!

*She's rolling up her sleeves as she walks forward, though, her hands and arms starting to glow with a purple-pink light.* Don't worry, though! It'll be okay, I promise. It'll work out!

[recurve]

[Kate gasps and recoils slightly before starting to relax at the light.]

Will this hurt?

[necronomicod]

I don't know; I've never done it to myself! But are you really going to be a dumbass and turn it down if it does?

[recurve]

[She tries to protest, but it comes out as a hiss.]

Just do it!

[andproper]

Do you need healing? I can try. [Prim is very worried about this sudden hurt.]

[recurve]

[Kate is barely able to nod her head, knees weakening as she stumbles to the floor.]

I-I can't take it.

[andproper]

[Prim huddles besides Kate. She's a little scared of the woman, to be honest - but... she's a healer. This is what she does.


Couching down, she places her hands against Kate's arm, a white glow enveloping the woman. It of course does nothing...]

[recurve]

Is it... is it working?

[Her eyes are closed tight. She can't stand to open them just yet.]

[andproper]

[Rather than speaking, she reluctantly touches her hands to Kate's flesh. The glow intensifies, growing stronger and stronger - but still does nothing.]

I don't think it's working...

[recurve]

[Her skin puckers a bit at Prim's touch.]

What? Why not? What's wrong?

[andproper]

I don't know. It's just not... working.

[recurve]

[Her eyes go wide in horror.]

You've been infected too, haven't you?