[The fog, inevitable as always, takes a week to roll in but roll in it does. As the cursed winds blanket the peninsula, bringing with them their life altering gift, the doctor at last takes in a deeper rattling breathe as his soul finds it's way back to the mortal coil. Flug sits up coughs briskly.]
"Mnngh, sssir? I-- hnhh -uhhnn."
[Ugh he feels so stiff, how the hell was he sleeping like that?.. Why was was he sleeping like that? It's too soon for this many questions. His mouth feels dry and his head is pounding but Flug forces himself to his feet.]
"Boss? I don't feel... so..." [The spider mashes a hand against his face, eyes refusing to stay open. Flug makes it precisely five steps across the room before his legs-- all of them-- give out and he smashes his head against the door to slump against it, as his body joins the rest of the unconscious amnesiacs in a delayed slumber; a remnant of faerie dust breezing in through the ventilation.]
4/17 A narrow miss
"Mnngh, sssir? I-- hnhh -uhhnn."
[Ugh he feels so stiff, how the hell was he sleeping like that?.. Why was was he sleeping like that? It's too soon for this many questions. His mouth feels dry and his head is pounding but Flug forces himself to his feet.]
"Boss? I don't feel... so..." [The spider mashes a hand against his face, eyes refusing to stay open. Flug makes it precisely five steps across the room before his legs-- all of them-- give out and he smashes his head against the door to slump against it, as his body joins the rest of the unconscious amnesiacs in a delayed slumber; a remnant of faerie dust breezing in through the ventilation.]