Felicity (ROLLED 8) fills her journal with some interesting splatter art, grays and greens and sickly yellows smeared across pages as she snaps the book shut on several clusters of bugs when they swarm her (ROLLED 4) biting or stinging or whatever it is they do.

Though no blood is drawn, it hurts like hell, and Felicity's joints start to ache [Will last for 3 tags on her next memory or adventure], but worst of all is the fact that it already itches.