Alex, Sam and Julia continue to stand under an awning at the side of the house. It is somewhat cold with the wind and rain, but the group is protected from the worst of it. A set of nearby patio furniture collects rain water, two of the chairs overturned - most likely due to the strong winds. Alex begins to pace back and forth, furiously drawing on his sketch pad. Within moments, he has drawn a rather good likeness of the unusual bees. It is not hard for him to give the bees a rather vicious and nasty look to them. The three confer for a moment and then move back into the house. Sam seems unusually quiet, as if he is trying to formulate the best way to ask a question.
Meanwhile, Kristof and Dr. Silver lift up Randy, and move him over to the living room couch. He seems to be mumbling, perhaps some side effect of the bee stings (or bites, as the case may be). "I need my medical kit to treat him properly, and it's in my car. I'll be back in a flash." says Dr. Silver, ducking out into the rain to run to his car.
Alex sees the wounds for the first time, and his hand goes to his mouth in shock. He turns to Julia. "Julia, any bug spray in the house? Preferably a very potent, toxic brand?" Julia points to the kitchen with a shaky hand. "There. In there, Alex." Julia looks over at Randy. "Oh my god - what's happened to Randy??"
Suddenly, Randy begins to dig at his wounds, and an odd, serious look comes over his face. Alex moves over to him and manages to stop him. His words are firm, and they seem to penetrate Randy's shock. Within moments he stops trying to rip at his own flesh, and instead just sits there mumbling.
The door opens and Dr. Silver enters, carrying a rather large medical kit. Beyond the door, everyone catches a glimpse into the gloomy evening. Rain continues to pour down in buckets, and thunder seems to be coming from just overhead. A horrible night for horrible events. Without hesitation, Dr. Silver moves over to Randy and sets down his kit. He moves with the practice of a trained doctor, administering appropriate medicine and bandaging the wounds. Randy, you begin to feel better within a few moments. Your head begins to clear, but you are still left with some rather... unsettling images.
The phone rings, startling Kristof so bad he almost yelps. Julia looks at the phone, near the couch where Randy reclines. It is obvious she does not want to answer it. "Please... someone else. I don't want to speak to anyone right now."
Riiiiiiing..... Riiiiiiiing....
OOC: Assuming one of the intrepid members of your little group answers the phone (Julia certainly won't), I'd like to do something different. I want to have an actual conversation with whomever picks up the phone - via AIM. Then I'll take the log and paste it here. So whomever has a few minutes (won't take long at all), give me an IM (name is TimFN). If I'm not on, wait awhile and I should be.
