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analogkvetching[There had been a few video feeds after the mysterious announcement concerning objects falling out of the sky on top of the residents, as if aiming for them specifically. Mordecai Heller certainly way not going out of doors this day, no sir.
Lord knows how he was so neglectful as to leave the window of his room open.
He had been sitting and mending his gun holster when there was a blurry streak in his peripheral vision and a soft thump. He reflexively rose to a half-sit with his fingers around the gun on the table in barely a second, but it took him a few more to find the intruder.
A dazed rat of a disturbingly healthy size stared back with its awful little blood-droplet eyes.
Mordecai grimaced almost audibly. Oh boy oh gee what to do why the window, who would do this? He hated when a crawly thing was too big for a shoe. This was too much for even a broom.
While he was pondering how to rid himself of the vermin without an inconvenient splatter, the rat had the nerve to disregard him and start going about its ratty business. What's it doing, why is it worse when they aren't afraid of you, so help me if you start chewing on anythoh no it's coming near me
His arm shot out for something clothy that was resting on the table, and he lunged at the creature with it, somehow managing to capture in in one go, and it shrieked.]
nnNNNGGGAAAAAA
[Mordecai practically wailed as he made it to the window in two and a half strides, launching the squirmy handful out into the blue. He didn't have time to catch his breath before the startling smack against his chest. Upon automatically checking himself for blood, he discovered only an odd greasy smudge, and at his feet, the foulest-looking sandwich he had probably ever laid eyes on.
Oh.
Oh no.
[He slammed the window shut just in time for a flock of expiring tomatoes to slam into it from an angle, not unlike rain in high wind. He made a long, unsettled groaning sound in his throat, like... well, kind of like a cat.
Relenting and taking out his device, he reports:]
It's happening to me too, now. I... I have a hunch that the falling objects might be... personalized.
Lord knows how he was so neglectful as to leave the window of his room open.
He had been sitting and mending his gun holster when there was a blurry streak in his peripheral vision and a soft thump. He reflexively rose to a half-sit with his fingers around the gun on the table in barely a second, but it took him a few more to find the intruder.
A dazed rat of a disturbingly healthy size stared back with its awful little blood-droplet eyes.
Mordecai grimaced almost audibly. Oh boy oh gee what to do why the window, who would do this? He hated when a crawly thing was too big for a shoe. This was too much for even a broom.
While he was pondering how to rid himself of the vermin without an inconvenient splatter, the rat had the nerve to disregard him and start going about its ratty business. What's it doing, why is it worse when they aren't afraid of you, so help me if you start chewing on anythoh no it's coming near me
His arm shot out for something clothy that was resting on the table, and he lunged at the creature with it, somehow managing to capture in in one go, and it shrieked.]
nnNNNGGGAAAAAA
[Mordecai practically wailed as he made it to the window in two and a half strides, launching the squirmy handful out into the blue. He didn't have time to catch his breath before the startling smack against his chest. Upon automatically checking himself for blood, he discovered only an odd greasy smudge, and at his feet, the foulest-looking sandwich he had probably ever laid eyes on.
Oh.
Oh no.
[He slammed the window shut just in time for a flock of expiring tomatoes to slam into it from an angle, not unlike rain in high wind. He made a long, unsettled groaning sound in his throat, like... well, kind of like a cat.
Relenting and taking out his device, he reports:]
It's happening to me too, now. I... I have a hunch that the falling objects might be... personalized.
