Night 2 - Kristoph/Palaeno deaths

[protoshepherd]

[ Team Gavin might be resting, or at least within the confines of their room.

Knock, knock. You've got a visitor. ]

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[murimurimuri]

Do I—

[SMACK]

—look like I—

[THWACK]

—need anybody's help!?

[POW]

[turnaboutcoupons]

[Die on his own? Oh please. The poison may be fast-acting, but it's still going to take a few minutes for Palaeno to stop breathing. It's not over yet!

Better watch your own target, Matt, because he's trying to stick his fingers down his throat. And if he needs any more incentive to throw up, he can always look at what's happening to Kristoph. That's nauseating in its own way. He has no idea if this will work- it might already be too late- but he won't know unless he tries.]

[damnjuanhessohotrightnow]

[Matt leaves him to it. He can always make him drink more if somehow Palaeno manages to throw up EVERY bit of the poison.]

[murimurimuri]

[Simon drops the bottle and backs up to the bed where Matt is sitting, plopping down in something of a daze. Was that awesome or awful, just now? He can't quite tell. At the very least he'd have thought he would've been a little better at it.]

[turnaboutcoupons]

[DON'T TEMPT HIM, MATT. HE'LL DO IT! He'll throw up every last bit of poison or die trying!

His vision is turning blurry. That's not a good sign. Excuse him as he gasps and wheezes, then tries to make his way towards the door on all fours. Must... get... help...!]

[damnjuanhessohotrightnow]

Dude, sit back down. You're overreacting, there wasn't even any poison in there! I was making you drink plain coffee!

........Just kidding, there was totally poison in it.

[Nudges Simon.]

What a mess, right? Who knew killing people took so much work.

[Wipes the back of his hand across his face, smearing blood that welled up from some of the scratches.]

[murimurimuri]

We'll need to practice this act if we ever want to take it on the road.

...By the way, you're leaking forensic evidence.

[turnaboutcoupons]

[Don't mind Palaeno's quiet death rattles as he collapses to the floor. Carry on.]

[damnjuanhessohotrightnow]

About time.

[Licks a bit of blood that had gotten on his lips. Matt you're gross.]

Yeah, he clawed me up good.

[Somehow, he doesn't seem upset about it.]