OOC: Hey guys, been having trouble posting since the Christmas sales started but everything seems to be working now.

I wake up from fevered dreams which for some reason featured the number '404' prominently. Must have passed out I suppose...

I examine the general area of the patio.

I hope you saw you found a knife(I believe) in your last search. Just a reminder.

Indeed I did.
Upon examining the blade, do I find any blood or rust stains?
Or flecks of scale, or.....?

Walking onto the patio after Nickel(Profanity), you see him sitting on a bench holding something....looking closely you see it's a pack of smokes. "Lucky git" you think to yourself. "Must be the pack Charlie(guard orderly) lost last week."

"Oh well, we can't all be lucky I suppose." you mumble as you look around. The area itself is an enclosed outdoor space on the second floor of the Miskatonic Healing Center, used by patients and staff alike during their free time to get away from it all. Benches line the north and south sides of the area, and a 4 foot tall statue of the center's founder stands at the far(west) end....it's face craned toward a (stone)book held in one hand. Below it on a small base is a bronze plaque covered in the discoloration age brings.

Around the area itself is a very solid and imposing(and un-climbable)fence covered in dense shrubbery and other foliage.....made of wrought iron and covered in wire mesh, it extends to the sky above in seemingly endless abandon.

In one corner(NW corner) you see the dead animal remains, wondering briefly just what the hell is going on here as you turn from it and scratch your chin in thought.

(Statue added to dayroom map in a sec)

It's just an ordinary knife. Most times when you search a room or room area for items you just get an ordinary and helpful(sometimes) but clue-free utility item.

You can use it in any way you see fit(barring killing someone off or escaping the room, lol).

I examine the animal remains. Being a taxidermist I'm quite used to the idea of dead animals, albeit not in such an advanced state of decay.

Well, being a taxidermist, can't you do anyhting about that?

I'm a bit late to preserve these ones...

Looking back at the dead remains, you examine them in detail....several dead pigeons and rats line the corner of the patio in varying states of decay. Some have obviously been here a few hours, and some perhaps a bit less....all look as if they had been attacked and torn apart though. Teeth marks and scratches pepper the remains, as well as what looked like some sort of unknown slimy substance.

"Now what did you in so horribly?" you ask quietly of the remains, trying to put it all together....your mind suddenly lighting up as you remember the creature recently caught in the Day Room. "Hmm, could it have been that thing? But even if it was, there's too many remains here for just ONE of these things to have caused......that means.......bugger....." you think as you suddenly realize something. Running back into the Day Room you rush to the bookcases and listen carefully. The chittering noises.......more are coming from the hole, and it doesn't seem like just one of those things is in there this time.

Grabbing the bookcase, you push with all your might to close the gap between it and the hole. Once it's in place you lean against the wall next to it for a moment to get a breath in.

Others start to gather around you, wondering what is going on.

"That THING in the tank......I think it might have something to do with the dead animals outside, and possibly even more. Also, there's definitely MORE of them behind this wall. I suggest we keep an eye out for more of those things and stay on alert."
It's more like the small trilobyte looking thngs from RE zero.

"Alright. Listen up!
These little fish are running around thinking they own the place! Taking on all sorts of animals. I heard they killed a fox, there might even be a dead bear out there - who can say? One thing we know for certain: They're after are green glowy things!
Well Are We Going To Give Them Up??

I say NO!

We FIGHT the fish and we WIN!
I say we gut this bastard, and lay him out at the front of the nest as a message to the others. I heard that works with pidgeons. Who's with me?"
Throwing my arms up theatrically I look round the room in a sweeping gesture, inwardly pitying all the poor crazies who don't even realise what's happening.
Ah well, someone out there will understand.

"Does anyone have any chips?"

OOC: Noooooooo!

I could give you a hand gutting it if Rod will lend me his knife. I've never stuffed a trilobite before but I'd like to have a go...

I need to wait until I've finished examining this statue though. For some reason my senses aren't working yet.

OOC: No one is saying you would have been attacked necessarily. Some of this is written on the fly so I could've written that you found nothing if you had gone that route or similar.

As for your action....i'll do it in a bit. Jst gotta break for a bit and eat. Alright?

"IT's MINE! MINE, I TELL YOU!!"
The only way I'm going to give my knife to anyone is if they can hold it with their eyeball!!!!
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

Did anybody mention that we're not exactly stable in here....?