Horror 101, Monday

[chosehumanity]

It had been an incredibly long two weeks.

Not that Mitchell had suffered from the gremlins this weekend: he hadn't come back until late last night, and for some reason, the creatures - like most Fandom weirdness - had given him a wide berth upon sight.

He wasn't going to complain.

"I know you've all had a rough weekend," he started, "So I'm going to make a deal. If you feel the need to talk about what you've done or what's happened to you in the past couple of days, you can. If you don't, I've got a copy of the worst film ever made and a generous supply of tea and coffee."

A beat.

"Either way, I think we're covering horror well enough."

Another beat.

"And yes, Kate, everyone's encouraged to talk through the film. Come on."

This whole 'focusing on other people's problems' thing was getting a bit desperate on his part.

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Re: Talk!

[vanillajello]

"I got bitten," Kate announced to no-one in particular, looking sour about it. Of course, she'd also gotten to use a nice, good-looking guy as her pillow while she napped, which had been nice. But then again, it had been less 'napping' and more 'passing out' and her arm had hurt and yeah.

"This island is horrible and I hate it."

But still not enough to leave, of course.

Re: Talk!

[chosehumanity]

"Anywhere bad?"

Mitchell was a little worried. "Since you don't seem to be bleeding to death."

... A little.

Re: Talk!

[vanillajello]

"My arm," Kate replied, raising her left arm a little. It was still bandaged, somewhere under her sleeve. "If I was dying, I wouldn't have bothered to come to class."