(Cosmo. Base. 7:13 AM) While forcing medkits and bandaids into the shelves in a hurry, I turned my head. Weird crying sounds seemed to race towards my field of hearing. I put down my stuff and brushed the curtain separating my office to the side of the former break room. That's when I saw it. I thought maybe I was losing my mind, but... that was in fact real---somehow. Gourdy had grown an extra 4 feet, in height and literally. His eyes followed me while bandages hugged his neck and torso tightly. I noticed Gigi holding them with the ichor hand bound to the inside of her head. Somehow, that cheeky smile always remained on her face, she insisted there was always more she could take. "Heyyy... Cosmo! I brought you some friends, he he." How had she even...? I watched as the Halloween toons trailed from behind her, I'm surprised I could even recognize them, its been quite some time, I think. Eclipse had some freaky expression, which I didn't like. It kind of reminded me of Yatta. Ribecca's head had some huge slash in it from... maybe a sword? My eyes naturally came to Soulvester. What do you know. His armor, yet still holding onto that silver glow, was stained with ichor in the manner of a black gradient. His boots left nothing but ghostly remains below him rather than legs. I didn't need to acknowledge most of this, all that mattered was his sword; drenched in ichor and sharp as ever. It was clear. I had figured it out in one mere thought process. Soulvester was driven to a point where he hurt Ribecca, very likely the reason she became twisted. Yet this man still guarded an 8 foot tall pumpkin centaur, because I know well that twisteds still have feelings. I've experienced it first hand, actually. Glisten is quite talkative. "I found them on their floor. I was looking for things to steal and then... heh.." I was about to take Gourdy in when I noticed something. Gigi was hiding someone. Connie. "Gigi... I know Connie is your friend, but I need to help them heal first." The gachapon let out a hiss, "Nuh uh!" Whatever. I'll get Connie later. I returned inside and threw the curtain closed. "Can... any of you understand me?" I knew some twisteds could either talk or understand toons once taken from places crowded with ichor puddles. I noticed Soulvester and Ribecca nod. So the rabid ones were too... rabid to understand currently. I flipped through the drawers and found some rags to clean them. . . . Gourdy Holloway. 5-8 yrs. (est) 8'7 ft Patient's body has rotted beneath ichor (primarily legs). Slight signs of understanding toons. Lets out faltering cries during attempts to rest. Does not acknowledge Soulvester. - Soulvester (N/A) 20-30 yrs. 5'4 ft. Reliant around Gourdy. Wary around Ribecca. Understands toons, currently incapable of providing a response. Not hostile unless threatened. Struggles to move. - Ribecca (N/A) 15-17 yrs. 5'1 ft. Independent. Calm, but seems to hold an unspoken grudge against Soulvester. Understanding, and can speak quietly. - Eclipse (N/A) 14-16 yrs. 5'3 ft. Extremely hyper and howls every chance she gets. Dog-like. Not necessarily hostile. Giant sweet tooth. - Connie Boolynski 16-19 yrs. 5'7 ft. [No information provided]
