ghostytrainer | prank #31 | action+text; OUTBREAK EVENT

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.))

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

[[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.

[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.]

[[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.]]

[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.]

[[Good idea.]]

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

Kff.

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

[[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?

[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.]

[[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?

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.]

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

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

Mneh.

["Yeah."]

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

Mffkshifnt.

[Akshidint I mean...accident.]

[[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.

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

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

Mmmou!!!

[SCARF STAYS ON!]

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

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

[[Sigh.]]

P-p-please?

[He sighs as well. But then...idea! He bought that new gear after all. Hold on Rose, let him just...tear that out of the package and work on setting that up. Quite literally tear it, by the way. It probably wasn't noticeable before but his nails are a little sharper than they are normally. A tad bit longer too, but that's not saying much since John's fingernails are normally pretty short.]

[And his hand is...splotchily orangish, a few of this fingers and the back of his hand bearing dark grey stripes. . He really should have worn gloves, but felt that might be overkill. That and he couldn't find his gloves because you just never can find those things when you need them.]

[Once he manages to extricate and set up his gear, (it takes a minute because his hands are shaking the entire time) he sends Rose a text.]

wehn we gt omee.
home*

[[The first glimpse of her hand he gets is when she pulls out her own gear, and it is deathly pale. White as a sheet, really, with just the lightest tint of blue. Her knuckles and fingertips are a little bit of a darker blue and her hands are shaking slightly.

Her gear? Frosted over. Thankfully not frozen solid anymore (she was hoping time spent in a pocket might fix that) but the ice is starting to creep along its edges now that it's back in her hand.]]

A-a-alr-right.

[He just stares at her hand for a second. He already saw her legs earlier, so he could sort of guess that Rose was in the same boat as him, but it's just now clicking as to what her typing is. Then types something else into the gear, But instead of sending the message to Rose, he holds the machine up so she can read it.]

ice?

[[She nods beneath the sheet.]]

A-a-and-d it s-sucks.

[He holds up the gear once more.]

:(
you gett it bad 2?

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