( closed 👻 the case of the murder-causing mind infection )

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Who: charles rowland + various
Where: in vague locations around aldrip
What: charles has a no-good, very bad time with the gnosia situation
Warnings: talk of murder and death, at the very least.

( specific starters in comments! if you're keen on one, hit me up on plurk @ celen. )

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👻 BONES.

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[ in the end, charles decides he's going to need some help to deal with all of this. he knows, of course, that the roles are arbitrarily assigned, kind of like each person has been infected with some weird supernatural illness that messes with their mind or abilities or perception — nothing to do about it, really, but to try and survive until the end.

it doesn't stop him from thinking that edwin could have figured out a spell or something to fix it all, and then promptly feeling guilty that he has even an ounce of a wish that edwin were here to go through this shitshow in the first place.

in his stead, though, charles figures a doctor is his best bet. and so he goes around, walking the quiet streets and through the chaos and pokes his head through walls (as uncomfortable as it is, to partially phase through stuff) to ask, ]

Sorry to disturb, but wouldn't have seen a doctor around, would you?

[ eventually, he asks that very same question from a guy older than him, with his entire body looking very much blue and translucent as most of him is still outside the building in question, his head the only part of him looking in. oops. ]