#rigor m0rtis

[rigor--m0rtis]

(The living room is empty, but the kitchen lights are on and Cherri’s asleep at the table with a couple empty cans of fruit. He looks like hell, nearly his entire right arm wrapped in gauze and bandages that stretch up his arm and under his shirt. There’s weird pink and red static around him)

@cherri-cola-soda

(As Rig walks into the kitchen, he stops in his tracks as he sees Cherri, quickly growing concerned. He wasn't sure what he was expecting from what Kobra talked about over the radio, but it wasn't this. He tries to be quiet as he opens his bag and takes out a few things, setting them on the counter so he can sort them out.)

[rigor--m0rtis]

(There's some shuffling and the clattering of a can being set down. The voice that comes through the radio is quiet with a hint of sadness. Kobra has the radio turned up and pushed to his ear, hoping to be able to hear well enough)

..... hello?

@k0bra-k1d

(He groans, reaching a hand out from under the blanket he'd buried himself in and grabbing at his radio on his headboard. Eventually, he gets ahold of it and brings the microphone to his lips, his voice sounding awfully croaky.)

--I c'n hear y'. Who's this?--

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(The door opens, followed by frantic skittering of claws on the floor. Beetle's breathing hard, wrangling in the coyote and trying to keep it from running off)

Look what I found! :]

(He'd been fiddling with one of Scratch's little tinkering projects, trying to figure out what the hell the intention was. Though, the sound of skittering claws and dog-like panting makes him drop it on reflex, the device shattering into bits on the floor. He immediately goes into fight or flight, staring at the coyote and shuffling back into the wall before glancing at Beetle.)

Out. Get it out.

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(Beetle rolls over. Her eyes are open but it's obvious she's not fully awake. Xey just stare for a minute)

- @beetle-blitz

(He was about to try and ask Scratch what was wrong, but he shuts up as Beetle's movement catches him a little by surprise. He stares right back. Scratch just glances between the two, confused and giggling a little.)

Witch, did you put on a lullaby or a horror movie, Whiskers?

(He jokes, his voice still hushed. Scratch continues to giggle.)