Encroaching Corruption

[Blaze]

Paul leans against a nearby wall as the pressure increases. He looks around, hoping someone will see that there's something wrong with him, and call a hospital, or anyone who may be able to help.

OOC: Sorry about the late post. I could have sworn I posted after the last update.

[It's fine.]

Paul may be faintly aware of blood trickling down his nose as he starts to fall to unconsciousness. As his vision blurs, he may notice the feet of security guards walking to wards him, kneelsing down and asking him if he is okay. Although their voices are echoy like they were being said from the far end of a tunnel. Paul could try to call out to them, try to say what was happening... if he can even explain it.

Dan holds his breath for as long as possible... before finally taking a desperate breath... inhaling the frigid air and quickly coughing from it. Suddenly desperate again, he struggles again... trying to see through the sludge, clear it from his eyes... or stumble towards where he remembers the door was.

The goo starts putting pressure on him, making movement impossible! Suddenly, someone starts whispering to him.

You'll do...

The sludge suddenly starts warming up. In this cold bar, that might help, but soon it goes right past confortable and becomes painful! Dan starts sweating profusely, it feels like he's melting!

Kaitlyn panics! She runs, anywhere, away! She doesn't even know where she's going, but she has to escape this hot/cold pain!

Running seems to be all everyone has on their minds, as the whole office explodes into motion. Some run around blindly, screaming in pain while others drop to the floor, groaning and sobbing as the pain overwhelms them. As the venom of whatever just bit her courses through her body, Kaitlyn finds her limbs becoming tired and heavy, her heart rate dropping despite the burning, freezing pain she's experiencing.

He sort of... starts to tremble. This... what is this? Have I gone mad? Is this a dream? He puts his hands on the thing on his waist... and tries to pull it off. Claustrophobia slowly sinking in...

The thing is cold and rubbery, with some kindof viscious slime coating it. A voice whispers in his ear.

Oh don't worry... everyone is mad here...

Whatever just wrapped around his waist constricts him tighter as more join it, wrapping around his chest and knees.

[Zilla]

Kaitlyn drops to the floor and takes some deep breaths, trying to get herself together. Poison control? CDC? Something along those lines? She fumbles for her cell phone, and makes up her mind just to dial 911.

But they're already probably overbooked with all the fires and accidents that have been happening lately... But... she needs to do something!

She taps out 911 and hits send, but is rapidly losing consciousness... She hopes the GPS will be enough to help them locate her, as she blacks out.

[Knight Errant]

Dan is... immobalized! And whispered to... "Wh-what? Who is that? Whats going on? Ack!" He says, as he begins being cooked by goo!

[Vomica]

He continues his valiant attempt to grapple with the thing. It comes down to someone trying to wriggle out of tightly bound ropes at the end though. He thinks, ...'everyone is mad'? That... voices... knowing my thoughts? Either I am mad... or... ... ... He trails off, his cognition coming to a momentary lapse... his subconscious not letting him think those next thoughts.

[Shadowmaster]

"Call 911." Paul tries to say as he feels himself slipping into unconsciousness. He worried that this problem was attributed to an aneurism or something along those lines.

[Blaze]

Kaitlyn drops to the floor and takes some deep breaths, trying to get herself together. Poison control? CDC? Something along those lines? She fumbles for her cell phone, and makes up her mind just to dial 911.

But they're already probably overbooked with all the fires and accidents that have been happening lately... But... she needs to do something!

She taps out 911 and hits send, but is rapidly losing consciousness... She hopes the GPS will be enough to help them locate her, as she blacks out.

"911, what is your emergency?" a harried voice says over the phone as Kaitlyn passes out.

She suddenly finds herself in a massive dark void. The sound of things moving can be heard all around her.

Dan is... immobalized! And whispered to... "Wh-what? Who is that? Whats going on? Ack!" He says, as he begins being cooked by goo!

As he starts talking, some of the goo forces itself into his mouth and starts trying to get down his throat! The goo starts to crush him to a painful degree as he feels his bones groaning under the pressure.

He continues his valiant attempt to grapple with the thing. It comes down to someone trying to wriggle out of tightly bound ropes at the end though. He thinks, ...'everyone is mad'? That... voices... knowing my thoughts? Either I am mad... or... ... ... He trails off, his cognition coming to a momentary lapse... his subconscious not letting him think those next thoughts.

Whatever the things holding him are, they hold on tighter despite his struggles, and are in fact joined by more of them, that ind his arms and legs. A strange, thick scent starts to fill the elevator as the temperature starts to rise.

"Call 911." Paul tries to say as he feels himself slipping into unconsciousness. He worried that this problem was attributed to an aneurism or something along those lines.

One of the guards goes for his radio... when a curious look crosses their faces. They walk away from Paul, not doing anything to help him. One can be heard muttering, "What's the point?..."

No one will help you mortal... only I can... says a voice, seemingly right next to Paul's head.

[Shadowmaster]

Where are they going? Paul thinks to himself, his fear rising as they leave. Until, that is, he hears the voice. He tries to look around at who is speaking to him. "How can you help me? And...who are you?" he asks.

[Knight Errant]

Dan's cries of pain are muffled as the goo flows into his mouth, the slimy stuff slipping down his throat as he chokes, trying to spit it back out... All in all, he wasn't having a nice time.

[Zilla]

Kaitlyn tries her best to focus on giving the address of the building. She couldn't even start explaining what was wrong if she tried. Her consciousness makes a valiant effort to remain in the here and now, but the speed with which she apparently blacks out surprises her. Before she can even begin to relate anything, she falls into a dark slumber.

Or so she thinks, anyway. She can't tell if she's dreaming or not, but the sounds seem clearer than a dream. She hears movement all around her. She experiments by trying to push her hands together.

[Vomica]

Gack! Not good! He does his best to struggle and squirm against the mass of doom manifest! The tendrils are too much for his strength though. He grins his teeth, survival mode kicking in... ...but he knows that this thing could pop him like a grape likely. At least crush him like a python.

[Blaze]

Where are they going? Paul thinks to himself, his fear rising as they leave. Until, that is, he hears the voice. He tries to look around at who is speaking to him. "How can you help me? And...who are you?" he asks.

A friend mortal. Now, will you accept? the voice asks.

Paul suddenly starts feeling racking pain throughout his whole body as blood starts leaking from his eye sockets, nose and other orifices.

Dan's cries of pain are muffled as the goo flows into his mouth, the slimy stuff slipping down his throat as he chokes, trying to spit it back out... All in all, he wasn't having a nice time.

The goo continues to flow down his throat regardless of his gagging as he hears a loud crack as pain goes through him, emanating from his waist and hips. THough the pain, he can feel that his hips are wider and his waist is slimmer

Kaitlyn tries her best to focus on giving the address of the building. She couldn't even start explaining what was wrong if she tried. Her consciousness makes a valiant effort to remain in the here and now, but the speed with which she apparently blacks out surprises her. Before she can even begin to relate anything, she falls into a dark slumber.

Or so she thinks, anyway. She can't tell if she's dreaming or not, but the sounds seem clearer than a dream. She hears movement all around her. She experiments by trying to push her hands together.

She can feel her palms pressing against each other. Either this is a vivid dream, or it's real somehow. The skittering that sounds her gets louder and closer as some kind of thick, smelly slime drips down on her from above. Perhaps she could try to run?

Gack! Not good! He does his best to struggle and squirm against the mass of doom manifest! The tendrils are too much for his strength though. He grins his teeth, survival mode kicking in... ...but he knows that this thing could pop him like a grape likely. At least crush him like a python.

That strange song starts playing again! But it's garbled and just listening to it fills him with terror as one of the things bunding him reaches around his head and inches it's way towards his mouth.

[Shadowmaster]

Paul whimpers as he feels the pain, and begins breathing more quickly when he notices the blood. "Oh God..." he says. "Yes, I accept, just please make this all stop." he pleads.

[Knight Errant]

Dan lets out a garbled scream, the thought to keep his mouth closed lost in the sudden sharp wave of pain, nearly blacking out. He shudders, trying to curl into a ball and cover his face with his hands. This was it, he thought... this stuff is going to crush him to death...

[Zilla]

Kaitlyn had no idea where she was, and the fact that her hands could feel each other didn't help matters. She totally expected them to go right through each other...

There's a wet, unpleasant sensation as some slime drops on her from above. She shudders a bit as she tries to sidestep out of the way of whatever's above her, and get a look at it. The skittering highly unnerves her, but she has nowhere to go, and running in any direction would just bring her closer to whatever it was... And she was reasonably panicked by now.

[Vomica]

He keeps his mouth closed! And try as he might... he can't block his ears from that music...