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Event Prompt 2 of ??? Every person who happens to have received one of the unaddressed pumpkin baubles begins to feel oddly strange. You find yourself growing more irritable and restless. You’re finding it difficult to sleep and when you do manage to sleep, your dreams are plagued with nightmares. The weird symptoms don’t fade when you power up - you’re just as irritable, if not even more, when you roam the streets as your alter ego. What's gotten into you all of a sudden?
Letting out an inarticulate snarl, Bindhi shredded the mail that she’d just plucked from the mailbox. Stupid, ******** junk mail! ******** waste of time and trees! Throwing the now-confetti’d flyers into the garbage can with far more force than strictly necessary BIndhi took a moment to lean against the side of her house and close her eyes. Why on earth was something as innocuous as junk mail irritating her so much? And for that matter, why did she feel like she was ready to crawl out of her own skin and run screaming into the night?
Maybe it was just her body reacting to how much had happened in her life over the last few months. Except that connecting with her planet and getting engaged shouldn’t have had the side effect of making her so snarly. She hadn’t even begun thinking about wedding planning, so it wasn’t like she was stressed out on a personal level.
And that wasn’t even taking into account the awful nightmares she’d had last night, once she’d finally managed to fall asleep. Thankfully, she couldn’t remember images from those dreams, only the lingering sensations of fear and pain. Even poor Angus had suffered for trying to help jog her out of the nightmares, as the black eye he was currently sporting attested. Letting out another irritated growl, Bindhi shoved herself from the house and stalked off towards the backyard. It was private and she could henshin up and maybe work off some of her nerves.
Only, once she was powered up, she felt even more like biting chunks out of everything. She’d chosen a quiet section of the city to patrol and had, thus far, only managed to terrify a random frat-bro into never littering again. And instead of feeling guilty for scaring an innocent person to death, Chariklo could only feel that persistent irritation. Why had he been so scared of her? It wasn’t like the chick with the giant boobs had threatened to rend him into material components if he didn’t pick up his trash right now.
Oh wait. She had done exactly that.
Retreating to the rooftops, Chariklo paced restlessly, occasionally letting out a growl of annoyance at everything. Including herself. This wave of irritability and restlessness wasn’t like her. She knew that. And for a recovering drunk, she thought she normally had a pretty good handle on herself. Plus, she shouldn’t be feeling like this. Especially with her connection to her homeworld. That had been helping to calm and balance her.
“Sweet, ********’ tits, I’m going crazy,” she muttered to herself. She needed to be able to sit still long enough to try and figure out what was wrong with her. Otherwise, she felt like she’d never sleep again and Angus would end up hospitalized. Maybe she could go looking for a fight. She could tire herself out enough to crash out on the couch or something. With luck she could make her just exhausted enough that she wouldn’t dream. Except that wouldn’t ultimately solve the ********, goddamn hell.
