014 x 410 // video // the man your man could smell like

[dignity_misery]

[The video, unfortunately, begins while the device is in the throes of being chewed on heartily by a teething puppy. Rex has gotten hold of the phone in Carla's... indisposition. He spends a few moments gnawing away at it, but the experience is not overly satisfying to him, and so he picks the phone back up, trotting along across hardwood floors with a click-click-click of claws to nudge his way into the main bedroom.

It's dark in there, and very still, at least until the woman in the bed rolls over with a groan, spilling off the side of the bed to lean over a strategically located trashcan ready to accept the thin stream of bile she heaves up, long hair scooped back from her face in one hand.

Yes, thank you, Rex. Everyone wanted to see that. The mutt sets the phone down on the floor beside the trashcan before sitting down and waiting to be praised for his good deed. Carla does not oblige him, she's buried her face back down into the mattress with an exhausted murmur. All she can be bothered to do is reach over blindly and pat the dog on the head a few times before her hand falls back down limply.]



[[ooc; and then that (wo)man your (wo)man could smell like triggered a migraine in an ex-zombie with a heightened sense of smell. It started on the subway, if you'd like to have witnessed her being debilitated in public. Estelle got her sorry ass home. Nurse Bunny may appear if she wishes o7]]

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[blonderazorshiv]

[ Guess who's suddenly glad he was kicked out of the house. ]

You try plugging your nose?

[dignity_misery]

[The vomiting comes in cycles, the pounding in her head raising to a crescendo until she heaves and feels almost human for a bit until it starts again.]

Fuck you.

[blonderazorshiv]

That would smell better.

Seriously, try plugging it.

[dignity_misery]

It would smell like gasoline and spunk.

[Grumble grumble grumble. She curls into a ball under the blankets, making a little mask out of the fabric and putting it over her face.]

[blonderazorshiv]

Gasoline doesn't smell that bad. You could always bury your face into Rex's fur, see if that smells any better.

[synanthrope]

Dogs.

[dignity_misery]

He's not the stupidest dog I've met.

[She knows that's of no particular interest to Saya, she doesn't live with the thing.]

[synanthrope]

That's not exactly a selling point.

[dignity_misery]

He's been training well.

[He didn't mind hanging out with her at midnight and practicing his commands.]

[synanthrope]

Are you honestly pleased about that?

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[worldofourown]

The City does smell rather ripe today.

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[dignity_misery]

I was on the subway.

[It had been hard to breathe, and everything had gone downhill from there.]

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[worldofourown]

You could try holding a scented handkerchief to your nose. Like the ladies of old would do.

[But considering how overwhelmingly smelly it is today, that'd be a temporary solution.]

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[dignity_misery]

[She laughs hoarsely.]

The bed helps.

[She shares it with someone most of the time, she'd had to kick him out for reeking of gasoline, however. She's replaced him with the dog.]

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[worldofourown]

[Lucky dog? And poor Blonde? Karl chuckles.]

There's a double entendre if I ever heard one.

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[firstaid]

[Estelle, herself, smells like roses. Of course, it's usually what she smells like because it's the find of fragrance she wears, but it's much more noticeable today. Still, she has some shopping to do since her house seems to be out of foods such as meats and vegetables. Though today, she doesn't really get to that errand when she notices Carla on the subway, looking rather unwell. Cautiously approaching the woman, she places a hand gently on her shoulder.]

Carla, a-are you okay?

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[dignity_misery]

[Her face is drained, looking drawn and tense. The pulsing in her head makes her stomach churn with every beat. Heat prickling on the back of her neck. Breathing through her nose stings, and so the breath is heavy past her lips.]

No.

[She states it very simply, there's no point in pretending otherwise and she wants off this train. Will she ask for help? Of course not.]

It's too much.

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[firstaid]

[The smells have been overwhelming today as Estelle removes her hand off Carla's shoulder and takes a step back. It's easy to see she's not well due to something, and Estelle believes it may be due to today's curse. The smells are overwhelming to Estelle, too, and part of her wants off the train just for some fresh air, so she waits for it to make it's stop before grabbing Carla's arm and getting towards a door as it opens.]

Come with me, Carla. Let's get off of here.

Action;

[dignity_misery]

[Carla lets herself be pulled along, too disoriented to do much fighting about it. Getting off the train is like a breath of fresh air, but it's too little too late, and once in the platform, she teeters to the side, Her hand catching on one of the columns before she crouches down with a distinct hurk.]

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[firstaid]

[Once they get off the train, Estelle lets go of Carla's arm, though she still followers her closely to the column. And oh, that's not a good reaction at all. She really must be sick if she's vomiting...]

It would be best if we could get you home. Would you like me to help you there?

[As much as she wants her healer's instinct to kick in and use a healing spell on Carla, Estelle knows that is a no-no, and instead wants to help her by other means.]

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Finally managed to eat something that disagreed with you?

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[dignity_misery]

Of course not.

[Her stomach is iron clad, damn it.]

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Fur allergies?

[He'll continue being deliberately obtuse, then. And he hasn't seen that thing before.]

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[dignity_misery]

He smells better than half the city right now.

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Yes, although if your roommate actually smelled of gasoline he would have blown up a grocery store earlier.

How's your head?