Backdated 3/7

[maidhem]

OHMIGOODDDDDD I THINK I BROKE HIM!!!!!!!

[Attached to the sudden message to the network late at night is a photo of Kei Shiragaki underneath a massive pile of boxes that had toppled over at a storage unit somewhere in the middle of town.

Felicia, panicked, did the first thing that came to mind:

Post to Retrospec.]

I swear to god if this is that doll I'm going to scream. Maybe it really was cursed. Maybe we shouldn't have tried to take it from it's lair...
[Following this is more rambling, babbling text message that string together into something nonsensical. Someone, help this girl.]

Comments

[toobigtohandle]

Have you at least checked if he's conscious and tried to get the boxes off him? And called 911?

[maidhem]

He's talking and I can't move the boxes.

...But I didn't think to call 911.

[toobigtohandle]

Then maybe do it now? It's an emergency situation.

[maidhem]

Yeah, but... we may need an exorcist. I don't think 911 has exorcists!

[toobigtohandle]

They don't, but they have medical professionals for injured people, and that should really be your priority now.

[maidhem]

I can't tell how serious he is right now. He might be joking. One of his friends says he might be joking...

[toobigtohandle]

Call. 911. Now.

[Seriously. Let the medical professionals do their jobs.]

[maidhem]

OK!!!!!!!

[toobigtohandle]

And please let me know how he is?

[maidhem]

Ok. I will.