prank #31 | action+text; OUTBREAK EVENT

[ghostytrainer]

A; Other House

[When John finally wakes up at around noon, he's somewhat relieved to find that the nausea and weak feeling in his limbs from the past three days seem to have stopped. Or at least, they've lessened to a point where he doesn't feel like total shit anymore. There's still a dull throbbing in his head, but compared to the migraines from earlier, it's nothing worth commenting on. Oddly enough though, there's a dull, stinging pain on the outside of his head too. Kinda like when you fall and scrape your knee and you can still sort of feel if for a while afterwards.]

[But honestly, he's more distracted by the pain in his teeth, which took him a few moments to notice. That and the fact that his pillow seems to be soaked with what he has to guess is drool. He sits up, moving a hand to his mouth only to discover that somethig is distinctly not right with his teeth.]

[Well...more not right than usual, that is.]

[He grabs his glasses from his bedside table and jams them onto his face before dashing out of the bedroom he shared with his friends. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even notice the splotches and stripes all over his arms. At least, not until he reaches the bathroom.]

[There's a loud shriek followed by the crackle of electricity as John catches a look at himself in the mirror. All the lights in the house flicker momentarily but fortunately stay on.]

[Well...save for the ones in the bathroom. Those are pretty much toast. The lightbulb literally exploded, showering the floor with broken glass and who knows how fried the wiring is. There are char marks on the walls and the mirror is cracked in several places. But John doesn't stick around long to assess the damage. A yellow and purple, vagely John-shaped blur streaks through the house and out the back door. After settling in a far corner of the garden, he pulls out his Pokegear.]

B: Text;

whasat's ghoinmg on??/
shfit i measn
goingh8
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GOiNG!!!!1
WHAT'S GOIING ON??
THISE SI J

[Excuse the typos, his hands are a little jittery from all this extra energy he's suddenly found himself saddled with. Though as he grows more frustrated with his inability to type, he experiences another surge in elecrical power and short circuits his gear, mid sentence]

[Well shit. He'll have to get back to any responses once he replaces his gear...]

C: Action; Goldenrod

[Sometime later, John can be found outside in Goldenrod. As much as he doesn't want to go out looking like this, he kind of needs a new gear. Or maybe two or three in case the same thing happens again. Though he didn't leave the house without covering up first.]

[Despite the summer weather, he's now dressed in a hoodie which has the combined advantages of covering his arms as well as his horns. There's a scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face, hiding the saber-buck teeth and blue lips. Sadly, without prescription sunglasses there's nothing he can do about the cat's eyes and stripes in the center of his forehead. Other than keep his head down, that is. He's doing his best to stay away from people and out of the way, but honestly his attempts to hide himself kind of make him stand out.]

[Plus he keeps kind of...crackling with electricity from time to time.]

((ooc: I didn't actually write it out because this was long enough already, but for A, characters staying in the Other House can barge in on John inbetween B and C when he's putting on his shitty disguise. There's not really much else to go on there because of all his running around. Though they can of course catch glimpses of John/see the bathroom/react to the commotion/what have you.))

Comments

Action; C

[ghostytrainer]

[For someone who's dressed like it's late autumn or early winter, Rose's portable a/c abilities are indeed quite the relief. At least...until John notices exactly who the source of the cool air is.]

[You may be bundled up just as well as he is, Rose, but he recognizes those legs. And that Espeon. And those shoes.]

[His eyes go wide though the slitted pupils contract. Oh no...no no no, Rose for once you are the last person he wanted to see. At least until he could figure out a way to reverse this. Unfortunately, those blue eyes are pretty much unmistakable, even with cat pupils. So are the glasses and...hey, didn't you knit John that scarf for Christmas, Rose? It looks awfully familiar...]

Re: Action; C

[breedslilacs]

[[Yup. The eyes were a dead giveaway, but the scarf helped even further. She kind of tugs her sheet down a little further, inwardly 'oh shit'ing just like John. However, she's not going to just stay silent. Last she checked you were at home dying in bed. That's why she left - to find you something to help your symptoms.]]

Wh-wh-what are y-you doing o-o-out of b-bed?

[[Someone's shivering like mad, making her stutter and her teeth chatter as she talks. And thanks to trying to hide herself she hasn't completely noticed what's wrong with John yet.]]

[ghostytrainer]

Urrrw...

[Shit. He really should have brought one of his notebooks or something so he can write stuff down. Because the teeth make it harder to talk and adding the scarf over his mouth? Nobody is going to be able to understand him. Well, there's one other thing he can pick up at the department store along with a new gear.]

[breedslilacs]

[[Oh hey, you're going to the department store too? You guys can go together! After a moment, she sighs, a rush of cold hitting the air around her.]]

W-w-well since you're a-alr-ready out h-here, c-care to ac-compan-ny me? G-Guile should k-keep us s-safe from the a-a-at-t-tfuck.

[[Stupid fucking sharp teeth it's bad enough that you're chattering you can stop cutting her tongue.]]

Attacking P-pokemon. D-department s-store. C-c-come on. [[She figures if he's walking without puking, he must be well enough. She starts walking back towards the store, pausing to see if he'll follow.

Guile, meanwhile, eyes him warily and then follows her trainer.]]

[ghostytrainer]

[If you consider horribly mutated to be 'well' then, sure! He's well enough. He nods and follows after Rose and Guile, though he keeps somewhat of a safe distance.]

[He saw that look, Guile. He's not sure that he likes that look.]

[breedslilacs]

[[Even entering the store the sheet remains on. Guile hesitates between staying outside and away from everyone inside or leaving her trainer and John alone to fend off Pokemon when she's pretty sure neither of them can manage it. She's disgruntled, but waits for John to enter before taking the rear.

And sorry, John. She just doesn't know what to think of either of you right now.]]

Wh-what did y-you n-n-need?

[ghostytrainer]

[Rather than try and tell her, John just holds up the charred remains of his pokegear.]

[breedslilacs]

[[She peeks at it from under the sheet before letting it drop again.]]

O-k-kay. L-let's g-get th-that t-tak-ken care of.

[ghostytrainer]

[Thank god she didn't ask what happened to it. This is not the place to get into that. Maybe once they get back home...]

[Maybe.]

[He nods and heads off in the direction of the gear display at a rather brisk pace. The sooner he can get out of here, the better. Last thing he wants to do is have another incident and shot circuit the entire fucking department store.]

[breedslilacs]

[[She follows, though not quite as brisk. But soon she's standing slightly behind him, looking over the Pokegears. She makes no comment, simply looking at them and then looking around as he picks one up.]]

[ghostytrainer]

[Fortunately, all pokegears are the same so it's not like there's really any choice going into this. He grabs one and start moving away from the display...but then stops and backs up to pick up a second one as well.]

[Better safe than sorry.]

[breedslilacs]

[[Good idea.]]

I n-n-need a p-paras-sol.

[ghostytrainer]

Kff.

[That was supposed to be "okay". He gestures for Rose to lead the way. He'll follow.]

[breedslilacs]

[[And she does. It's a quick stop, thankfully. She chooses one decorated in Flareon and pays for it, then looks at John.]]

I-is th-there anyth-thing else you n-n-n-need?

[ghostytrainer]

[Shakes his head. Nah, now that he thinks about it he has plenty of unused notebooks back home. No sense in buying a whole brand new one. He pays for the two pokegears, which earns him a raised bro from the cashier because really kid? You need two?]

[Once that's done, he turns to Rose and gives her the thumbs up. He's good to go.]

[breedslilacs]

[[A nod and it's out the store they go. Guile was starting to bristle at everyone and everything, so she kind of wanted to get out asap.]]

Wh-what g-g-got you out of b-bed?

[ghostytrainer]

Mm....

[He says something completely unintelligible. It was supposed to be "Not sick," which came out as "nt schik" thanks to the teeth, which was further muffled into "mf fmhik" by the scarf.]

[Good luck decoding that, Rose.]

[breedslilacs]

[[..............]]

..........I s-see.

[ghostytrainer]

Mneh.

["Yeah."]

[breedslilacs]

Well th-that's good. [[She thinks.]] H-h-how did y-you man-n-nage to fry your g-g-gear?

[ghostytrainer]

Mffkshifnt.

[Akshidint I mean...accident.]

[breedslilacs]

[[John how were you so gifted with understanding her gobbledygook? She can't translate yours at all...]]

J-J-John, perh-haps you sh-should take off th-th-the s-sc-carf.

[extinguishescandles]

[Mad skills. Maybe he'll teach you sometime.]

[Her suggestion has him vigorously shaking his head though.]

Mmmou!!!

[SCARF STAYS ON!]

[breedslilacs]

I s-s-sadly c-can't un-nders-stand you th-though.

[ghostytrainer]

[He's pouting, Rose. You can't see his mouth but it shows in his eyes. Good thing he's so facially expressive, huh?]