lususunnaturae

A - A legless inevitably

[After having a heart transplant go wrong in his youth and ending up here, Grimm took the following transformations to his form with as much grace as one could. Certainly having his mask fuse to his face and the rot that soon followed was not an experience he wanted to repeat. Made for interesting acts in the shows he sometimes preformed in the quarantine but was otherwise unpleasant.

Regardless he did his best with the following changes that put him close to a strange bug-like creature. But the push for his (hopefully) final transformation quite literally causes him to lose his footing.

Those who come across Grimm will still find him on the ground, although he has propped his head up with a hand. He looks mildly annoyed.]

I apologize if I am in the way. It seems I am being given one other transformation.

[Which is a fancy way of saying his skin is peeling off his legs in chunks and has been for the past hour, much like how a bug would molt. It doesn't hurt but what's being left behind are two long limbs that end in nubs.

He's going to miss his toes.]

B - Come one, come all

[During his time in the quarantine Grimm has created a small Troupe of like-minded performers who occasionally threw nighttime shows simply for the sake of entertainment. Since it wasn't much of a disruption they were allowed (and Grimm argued he wouldn't have to find his own entertainment, which meant one less thing the guards had to deal with).

It seems the Troupe are gearing up for another performance tonight. Many can be found practicing outside while Grimm supervises. Eventually he'll have to practice his own routines but they have a few new members and Grimm wishes to keep an eye on them.]

spelleton

A -- freshly ~~peeled~~ post-transformation

[ Depending on where you encounter him, Ekkehardt might be lying unconscious on the floor of his bathroom, grudgingly wringing out his bloodstained clothing, or carting buckets to a patch of abandoned soil, where he's dug a pit.

What he's carrying is best not described in too much detail. ]

B

[ Sometimes you can find Ekkehardt cutting apart clothing he's bartered for and patiently stitching it back into something resembling bandages. Other times, he's debating with the guards. It's usually for more medical supplies - things he can't get or make easily.

He comes away satisfied, sometimes, with an agreement bargained for. Other times, he's empty-handed and frustrated. ]

C

[ He's making his rounds, as usual. Everyone gets checked up on, whether they like it or not, no matter what state they're in (sometimes because of the state they might possibly be in). If you have something that ails you, Ekkehardt will try his best to ease it with the limited amount of medical supplies he has. ]

accidentallich

[A]
[Visiting Gershom is an adventure in trying not to step on any of the cats that can be found in his house at any one time. Today there are a half dozen all crowded around Gershom, all different breeds.

Gershom is sitting at his writing desk, scribbling away as best he can with two cats sitting on his lap - it's awkward stretching, but then again, he's a skeleton, he probably won't get muscle aches anymore. He looks up whenever someone enters.]

Ah, hello - make yourself comfortable. Have you come to pet the cats?

[That would be a better reason than coming to visit him, certainly.]

[B]
[Books arriving from the outside are rare, especially ones in good quality. Today Gershom sits in what passes for a town square, flipping through a brand new book.]

..."Poems of Isolation", really? It's a bit on-the-nose... well, I suppose it's no longer my business what he calls my poems.

[The astute may notice that the author's name on the cover isn't Gershom's.]

formulaforalife

His hands are shaking more than he'd like, and he glares down at them as if he can make them shop through sheer force of will. They don't of course, because that's not how it works, but for once in his life Lenus wishes that it did.

The only reason he's here is because no one else would come. It has nothing to do with experience or capability--at the young age of 21, Lenus is well aware that there are plenty of doctors and scientists alike that would be far more suited to the job--but even so he intends to do his best. Better. These people--and they are people, no matter what he's heard some of his colleagues say--deserve help, and that's what he intends to do.

And maybe if he keeps trying, if he works hard enough, he can do something that might actually make a difference.

A knock comes at his door, and Lenus takes a deep breath through his oxygen mask (a precaution for a disease that might not even be airborne, but a precaution nonetheless).

"It's open."

subconmodo

A

On the outskirts of the quarantine zone, smack dab in the middle of what was once the richer part of the abandoned town, one building stands out. Though it had been one of the older buildings in the area, its former owners had always taken care to make sure it was in tip top condition. Pristine. Beautiful.

Now the lawn is overgrown, strange weeds and unnatural flowers peeking up from the tall grass. Dark, thorny ivy crawls up the side of the house and around the once splendid stone pillars. Even the inside looks like its decaying, with the dust off pollen past covering most surfaces and what appears to be mushrooms of all things poking out from the wallpaper.

And in the middle of it all, draped sullenly on a beaten couch, pretending to watch tv, sits Avery Voigt, glowing eyes narrowed.

"What do you want?"

B -- earlier into his transformation

He's not sure why he dragged himself out today, but he's wandering the barter market all the same. He doesn't even have anything to trade -- or at least he's pretty sure he doesn't. Not unless the bark he keeps trying to desperately peel off of his forearms counts.

"You'd think people would have the decency to pass out headache medicine for free," he grumbles.

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