#5: Ghosts and Getaway.

[sinistralofdeath]

[When she had first seen the pink slime ooze up from the showers and sinks, she had immediately gone outside to see masses of the stuff gliding down the streets; it was then that she decided it would be prudent to concoct the means to survive in this situation.]

[However, Erim’s strategy planning had mostly ended in concern for those she had met and come to at least regard as capable companions. Near midnight she had fallen asleep, with both thirst and hunger.]

[When she awoke at 3 AM, it had been due to a white mass throwing the lamps, the books, the shoes, just about everything in her room. What in the world—]

[And then she realized. A specter. Of course she had no means to combat it and still doesn’t, so she did what she could.]

[The silver haired woman had run barefoot out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house—grabbing the back-scratcher on her way.]

[A tired woman with no shoes with disheveled clothing and hair askew approaches you now.]

Is there no end to this!?

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[bread_goes_bip]

[Death is wearing eighties workout clothing. Because that's her dealing with undead outfit.]

It's busy.

[sinistralofdeath]

Busy? [A very light choice of words; it seems chaotic to Erim.]

It’s a bit more than that, wouldn’t you say?

[railtracer]

Probably not.

[Stop sign, meet possessed lawnmower.

After the lawnmower finally comes to a complete stop, Claire hops down from the bench he was standing on.]

But hey, at least that ooze stuff from the sink isn't speeding through town at high speeds this time, right? Then again, it's probably not the same as last time either. But like hell I'm gonna attempt tastin' it to find out.

[sinistralofdeath]

I… I agree, yes. But this— [One of the spirits flies past her, overhead.]

Is this what everyone had meant by the battles of Mayfield?

[A trash can lid hurls itself toward Erim, who manages to swat it away with a double-gripped strike with the back-scratcher, which surprisingly does not break.]

[The recoil surprises her however, and she stands there a moment.]

If only I had some power…

[railtracer]

Yep. Considerin' I've had the pleasure of fightin' zombies, cannibals, 'n robot bugs...I guess ghosts were the next logical step. [He grins and gives a chuckle that has a slight hint of annoyance to it.]

I just wish these things would stay dead...well...deader than they already are.

[sinistralofdeath]

This makes two of us, Felix. [Especially considering she doesn't even have a proper rod to fight with.]

[aozaki]

[She'll run into a redhead woman wearing an orange coat, out seemingly for a walk with her not-completely-substantial black cat.]

They're invading too now? Then it's getting worse.

[sinistralofdeath]

[Through what little traveling the pale woman had done, she had seen that items possessed were more commonplace.]

Then they were just controlling objects before? It may have been an isolated incident or two, but we cannot ignore the possibility that they might be.

[aozaki]

That happened, though I've mostly noticed them afflicting other people and putting them in sour moods. It doesn't look like the sort of thing the town would pull, but I suppose we wouldn't know for sure unless someone fesses up to it in a phonecall.

[a beat.] Did they try to directly assault you?

[sinistralofdeath]

It did not - or at least, not directly. I found it smashing things against the walls of the room I stay in. I might have gotten a lamp to the skull if I had not left when I did...