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She’s balancing very precariously on a stool, hands grasping both sides of it as she stretches a leg out, a banana gripped between two toes, toward Patty. ❛ Y’want some? ❜
There’s a scoff and a wave of her hand as Patty backs up, choosing to sit far away from whatever the hell’s happening over there. “Naw, I’m cool. I don’t want none of your toe cheese bananas.”
“AW, YO, DUDE!” it’s too early in the damn morning to watch Holtzmann attempt to peel a banana with her feet. “Ain’t nobody wanna see that, man!”
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there’s a rattling and a crashing from behind her, prompting the panicked redhead to jump back behind the broken conical flask and feign a frustrated sigh. “OOPSIE-DAISY! Oh, what a clumsy cathy!”
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‘ He will kill us, Abby, and he will like it. ’
Oh, Holtz was so much cooler with the spider when it was in it’s enclosure but damn, is it freaky looking. And it doesn’t help that in the process of tracking the bugger down, she’s been freaking herself out with research. Hypochondriac? No. How about arachnochondriac? ‘ The venom takes fifteen minutes to kill you! Fifteen! ’ But she’s sucking it up. She’s turning off the blowtorch and setting it aside and digging her massive welding gloves from within the deep pockets of her lab coat and tugging them on.
‘ If I die, remember that I love you and that under my bed is a macaroni pasta portrait of you, Erin, and Patty. It was gonna be your Christmas present. ’
Damn Kevin and his crazy Australian gifts! Holtzmann is dangerous on her own, the last thing she needs is a poisonous spider thrown in the mix. However ridiculous serious the situation at hand, Abby allows herself to take a slow, thankful breath as the blowtorch in her friend’s hand is switched off and discarded. She knows Holtz enough to know that she doesn’t need FIRE to be destructive, but at least now she’s marginally more manageable.
“A macaroni—Holtzmann.” Her voice inflects upwards as her arms drop and she embodies a warmer, kinder stature. She can see it now, a smiling picture of the gang surrounded in crudely pasted and colored-in pasta. The sentiment alone is enough to make her forget about the furry tarantula gaining ground on their lunch order. “I bet it’s that photo from the picnic last month, isn’t it? Man, I was just gonna knit you some socks! You’re really upstaging me here. I gotta — gotta step up my game.”

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“everything’s fine. look at my perfectly normal face.”
Yeah — she’s not falling for that. Laura taps her left foot rapidly, brows knitting together and eyes narrowing at his ridiculously odd sentence. “There’s nothing NORMAL about that face, Dan.”
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“if you need me, i’ll be on the floor. dying.”
the rolly chair she’s situated in squeaks and groans as she pushes herself across the room awkwardly, fighting against a warped floor full of dips and plateaus to get to dana. her foot taps gently against the woman’s forearm as she arrives, attempting to rouse the woman from her vegetative state. “i’m not sure death works that way... but would you like me to reroute your calls, just in case?”
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i’ve tried everything and i can’t fucking get my photo to resize im about to jump off a cLIFF
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Erin remains as still as she dares, though the combination of creaking floorboards beneath her ( admittedly impractical and completely useless ) heels and flaring paranormal activity don’t particularly lend themselves to a leisurely moment of peace, slime or no slime.
She knows it’s soaking all the way through her clothes, and that movement seems to further aid the process of it spreading, like treacle. Like something that shouldn’t take three days to fully wash off.
“ Funny. I don’t think good manners are a high priority for the dead, ” Erin quips, and she’s standing there like a slightly stunned, disturbed starfish, following the stream of light Holtzmann directs upward, into the abyss of ancient ceiling. There’s a distinct sound of something dripping, something shifting up above. “ Did you hear that? Holtz? ”
“They should be,” she responds slowly, turning her head to look at Erin disbelievingly. “Being dead is no excuse for freshness.” That doesn’t stop them, though — ghosts are notoriously naughty, especially the ones they run into. She has yet to find a entity that doesn’t get it rocks off spooking the daylights out of the living, but she’s sure there are some out there just trying to live their un-life in peace. Her ghost will probably fall in the former category, if she’s being honest.
“Did I hear the extremely loud bang coming from the abandoned second floor of this fine sleeping and eating establishment?” The answer, of course, is in the question, which is precisely why a wild grin grows and her eyes, already lit with excitement, widen at the prospect. At once the shorter woman flicks her flashlight around, sending light beams bouncing to and fro around them as she continues, in a sing-songy voice: “We are not aloooooone.”
It’s Hydrochloric acid, get the baking soda.