[network] @featherydouche; night 160; deep snow and hella death [open]

[mrcreamsicles]

[It's near midnight when this post appears on the network. There are no words—it's not even video—but instead, a series of pictures. They've been drawn in pen on a drawing pad, laid on a floor and photographed by tablet camera. The lighting is not the best, considering the hour, but surely that is half the charm.]




















[After that godawful narrative, there are a set of linked files: pictures of all the bodies from the police station morgue. The file names are keysmashed gibberish, and the pictures themselves are distorted, but each displays an identifiable face taken through the observation windows on the body drawers. Tim's stands out, having a second photo that better displays the outside of his drawer, which has a large red X in a circle - Ⓧ - and a mask drawn in charcoal.]

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[mrcreamsicles]

[Yes, absolutely. She gets the joke. If he has to look stupid, then he'll look stupid on purpose. The curtain is less a skirt than a weird, giant, makeshift sock of its own, belted at the waist with a utility belt he found here—he used a dog leash previously, which now secures the belt since its latch is broken—and at the end with a flower crown he found.]

[Not having to worry about shoes could be a benefit one way, but... He holds up a finger in a 'hold on' gesture, then cuts the feed.]

[A couple minutes later, he sends her a link:]

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[Then back to video. He's pulled the curtain aside partway to show the orange tail itself. He taps it, then mimes a shiver. Try arriving without anything for your lower half at all.]

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[phaseshifter]

[ Curious lil shit that she is, she gives a few of the responses a quick glance instead of just reading the initial post. A friend of Jade's, huh. Noted. ]

Uh, dude. Did you just moon me? Wow.

[ JOKES!! ]

Are you warm enough now? With your, uh. Ensemble? If not, I'm going to have to echo the others in saying you should contact Ginger. She's awesome at - you know. Sewing and the like. She might even have material to make you something to match your bra.

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[mrcreamsicles]

[He tips his head as though rolling his eyes. If anything that would have been part of his leg, if he still had any. The ghost butt is for special occasions.]

[As he readjusts the curtain, he shrugs to her. He could be warmer, would like to be warmer, but he can tolerate this for now. After, he mimes talking with his hand, then waves it away. He's spoken to Ginger already.]