[d20 Cthulhu] What Rough Beast... (Part I)

Alex leans back on the couch after informing the rest of the group what was said quietly, rubbing his forehead, emotionally drained from this truly strange day. "I want chocolate. Or ice cream. Or ice cream with chocolate syrup," he murmurs. "Do you have ice cream, Julia? Because I really need some sugar right about now."
 
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"Ok Randy, I think you'll pull through," Ray says with a comforting pat on a non-injured shoulder or arm. He packs up the rest of his supplies, then heads for the kitchen. He grabs a glass of water, returns, and presses it into Randy's hands.

"If I didn't have to drive home, wasn't scheduled for surgury tomorrow morning, and was certain those bee-things wouldn't come after me, I think I'd dare get drunk."

*Ray drops his head into his hands for a minute, then raises it again.*

"Randy, are you sure you're feeling ok? You aren't allergic to bee stings as far as you know? Feeling dizzy or having blurred vision or anything?"
 

Randy Morrison

Randy looks up for a second.. “Allergic, no not allergic.”

Whit this Randy looks back to the door, looking with a great intensity, searching for any bees coming through any cracks in the door.

“So many bees…. To many for the desk….. space.. where was that space.. and the white light, what was the light…”

Randy continues to finger the holes in his shirt and jacket, staring at them with an absentminded stare. “Holes, how did they make holes???”
 

"Cripes, the spook's lost it." He pads over to the fridge and pulls out something sweet and tasty - A chocolate bar, some warm milk, some fruit, or some vanilla yogurt. Anything soothing that he won't choke to death on. He gives it to Randy. "Eat. You'll feel better. Try to relax." He pats Randy on the back reassuringly.
 

Re: Randy Morrison

Spoof said:
Randy looks up for a second.. “Allergic, no not allergic.”

Whit this Randy looks back to the door, looking with a great intensity, searching for any bees coming through any cracks in the door.

“So many bees…. To many for the desk….. space.. where was that space.. and the white light, what was the light…”

Randy continues to finger the holes in his shirt and jacket, staring at them with an absentminded stare. “Holes, how did they make holes???”

"I'm glad to hear that, you didn't seem to be but I needed to make sure..."

*As Randy continues to babble, Ray's antennae go up. Obviously he's not coping particularly well with the bees, and perhaps he saw, or thought he saw, something else in the drawer. And that creepy phonecall on top of everything else... Alan, Alister, the cockroaches, the letter... Ray resolutely pushes them out of his mind for the moment, and turns to Randy.*

"I'm not quite sure how they made the holes Randy. What was that about the desk? What did you see in the drawer?"

*Ray continues to talk to Randy, trying to get him back to the here and now, back to talking in coherant sentences...*

[Psychoanalysis +8]
 

Randy Morrison

Randy takes the offered food and slowly starts to eat it. He looks around the room as if seeing it for the first time.

"Thank you.... I'll be all right in a minute."
 

Sam

Sam will take the high grade pesticide from Julia "Ah maybe you had best wait with them out in the living room... in case these bees get out."

Sam will then head for the den quickly read the instructions on the can... and then try and spray under the door without opening it. He will also listen at the door to see what he can hear. If at all possible he will not open the door. He assumes that it requires at least an hour or two after spraying before the bees will be dead, so after spraying in the can he will return to the living room...
 

Alex goes to the kitchen, and brings back with some ice cream, chocolate syrup and a spoon. The look on his face, the almost gleeful smile - causes almost everyone to chuckle, or in the case of Kristof, laugh out loud. The tension in the room seems to drain away at that moment. The funeral, Alister, the bees - it's been a weird day thus far, but in times like this you find humor in whatever you can.

Dr. Silver brings Randy a glass of water from the kitchen. He closes up the medical kit and looks around. "If I didn't have to drive home, wasn't scheduled for surgery tomorrow morning, and was certain those bee-things wouldn't come after me, I think I'd dare get drunk." Julia smiles at this. "Oh, Ray. I remember in the old days you'd get drunk regardless!" More subdued laughter. Dr. Silver then goes over to Randy and looks at him with a critical eye. He begins to ask him questions in a low voice, concern plainly written on his face. Ray, Randy appears to be fine, if perhaps a little shaken up. You don't think there is any long term psychological problems. At least, none that are obvious to you.

Sam takes the high grade pesticide from Julia and heads to the study door. Sam, when you get to the door, you take a moment and listen. You do not hear the bees, though earlier you could quite earlier. Just the sound of the rain and thunder from outside. You get to your knees, and begin to thread the hose under the door and into the room. As you begin to read the instructions on the side of the canister, something occurs to you. The sounds of rain and thunder are much louder than before, and coming from within the study. What's going on now??
 


Randy Morrison

“Hey!”

Randy reaches out and quickly snatches the ice cream. “I’m the injured one here, I get the ice cream.”

Randy looks around the room at everyone there, searching the expressions on their faces. “Well, to be honest I am not sure what the hell was in that drawer. When I opened it up all of those bees cam out of it, swarming all around. After they had cleared out some, I was able to see inside the drawer, only it was not really a drawer.”

“I know it makes no sense but whatever those bees are they are not from this world, I do not know where they are from. I’ll try to explain why I think this. After I was able to see inside the drawer there was a smell, kind of like burning rubber and a breeze blowing in my face, but all of the windows were closed. The breeze was coming from the drawer, not from the direction of the drawer but the drawer itself. I stared into the opening, and it was like looking up on a cloudless night in the middle of the desert, I saw stars, and blackness. Then I noticed that there was ground under the sky, like instead of looking up you were looking at the horizon far off in the distance. The sand was red and very fine, and the smell was coming from there. That was when I grabbed the stapler from the desk, hoping that what I was seeing was caused by the poison I thought the bees were injecting me with, causing me to hallucinate. But I just watched the stapler fall, and continue to fall, until it contacted the ground, sending up a small puff of dust and forming an impact crater in the sand.”

“Then when I kicked the drawer shut I saw a flash of light off in the distance. I do not know what it was or if it was natural or not. But that is what I saw in the drawer.”

Randy gently rubs his hand over one of the holes in his skin, “Those damn little sons of (deleted) (and replaced with) tiny bugs will pay for this”

Randy looks at the ice cream and hands it back to Alex. “Here you have it, I have never really like the stuff any way.”

Randy will watch as Sam takes the spray to the door to spray the room to kill the bees that are there… watch and wait…
 
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