ghostytrainer | prank #19 | video / action for Dave if he's in the hotel room.

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prank #19 | video / action for Dave if he's in the hotel room.

[For once, there is no smile on John's face when he turns on the video feed. Instead there is a look of tired, barely-restrained panic on his face. Also unusual are the stacks of books surrounding him. Someone went to the library. Someone found every book they could on ghosts and legends.]

[Someone stayed up all night reading all those books, and it definitely shows.]

[Barely visible on the couch behind him is a lavender-clad body laid out on the couch. The face isn't visible, but to anyone who knows her, the clothes should be recognizable as those of Rose Lalonde.]

Has... [His voice is the tiniest bit shaky. He's really trying his hardest to stay calm here.] Anyone figured anything out yet? About the people who were taken, I mean? And how to get them back? I talked to a few people about it last night but...heh, it's a different day now, right? [There's a very forced, weak laugh.] I read every book I could find...but they aren't telling me anything more than the pokédex did.

[It's a little late for "don't look in their backs."]

So...yeah. If anyone knows something, I would appreciate it.

[He gives the camera once last slightly desperate look before clicking it off.]

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[John shakes his head, looking back down at the open book in front of him.]

Nah. Thanks, man. But I'm fine.

[ Dave stares at John indecipherably for a moment before getting up and leaving the room. He returns some ten minutes later and sets a bottle down beside John, where he also settles himself. ]

Take a minute, dude. Drink something. Breathe.

[During the ten minutes or so Dave is gone, the time not spent answering replies to his post is spent spacing out. Eventually he forgets to respond to some of the replies at all and spends the last two minutes or so just lost in thoughtlessness, staring at the page in front of him but not actually reading anything.]

[When Dave sets the bottle down, he gives a start and snaps out of it, looking over at him, putting his fake smile back on. See, nothing to worry about, Dave. He's totally fine.]

Heh, I'm breathing. Don't worry about that. That's not a thing I plan on stopping anytime soon.

And quit fucking smiling.

[ It comes out sounding a bit harsher than he intended, but he doesn't bother to take it back or apologize. He opens his own bottle and continues as he's raising it for a drink, still looking straight ahead. ]

There's nothing to smile about, and nobody's buying it.

[Smiles are his natural defense, Dave. They're his go-to when he has no idea what else to do. Or when he's trying to hide something. That harsh tone wipes it off pretty quick, though.]

Sorry.

[ At the change in John's tone, Dave sighs a little, glancing sidelong at him. ]

We'll save her. Swear to God we will.

[ It's a firm reassurance, or it's meant as one. ]

[He brings his knees up to his chest, folding his arms atop them and resting his chin there, staring at the table or the floor or something in that general area in front of him.]

Yeah, I know. I plan to as soon as I know how. I just...hate sitting here and not having any idea what to do. Or what's going on.

[ Dave hates it too. He lapses into silence for a moment. This is the first time since he's arrived that he's actually wished they were back in the game. At least he wasn't powerless there, like he is right now.

Right now, his focus isn't even saving Rose. Yeah, that's the endgame, but right this second, he just wants John to breathe a little, have a little hope. Or maybe just sleep. ]

... We're not the only ones looking for an answer. You could pass out for an hour; I'll keep an eye on her and everyone'll keep digging.

[He shakes his head.]

I'm not going to sleep until she's back to normal. If somebody figures something out or she just...spontaneously wakes back up or something, I want to be conscious for it.

[ He sighs. He'd pretty much expected this, and he had an answer ready. It wasn't necessarily a nice one. ]

Look, we don't know how long this is gonna last. She could be out for weeks. You can't stay awake for weeks.

Well then we will just have to figure a way to make it so that she isn't out that long.

[Sit there and watch him try, Dave. He's stubborn and foolhardy enough to do something that retarded.]

[ Yep. Dave was afraid he'd have to get mean about it. ]

You don't know how long that's gonna take, either. You're not doing her, me or you any good by being a stubborn ass about this. You know she'd agree.

Fine. I'll go to sleep when I finally get tired. Fair enough?

[Only he won't.]

Uh, yeah, totally fair. Except you're lying, and you are tired.

Sleep with your head in your arms on the couch next to her, for all I care. But get some fucking sleep.

[He rolls his eyes.]

I'm telling you, I'm fine. And I'm not lying. Besides, you have been awake just as long as I have.

Yeah, well, I can't sleep until you do, John. Why do you think I'm telling you this? Just take a fucking nap.

I can't. It's not just that I'm not tired or I don't want to miss anything. I just...I can't sleep, Dave. I'm too wound up or stressed out or worried or something, fuck I don't even know what the reason is. I just can't

... Yeah... okay. I get it.

[ That's harder to argue with. Dave reaches beneath his shades to rub his eyes before actually taking them off, hanging his head for a second. Without looking up: ]

We can't both wear ourselves out like this. She'd call us both stupid if she could see us right now.

Hehe, yeah probably. Or ridiculous. She thinks that I am pretty ridiculous, apparently. She says it a lot.

[He laughs a little bit, though it's still not quite his normal laugh. It's not forced or anything it's just kinda...sad.]

Pretty and ridiculous, I'd wager.

[ He turns his head, resting it on his raised knees so he's facing John, but not really looking at him. His eyes are downcast, his lashes mostly obscuring them from John's view. ]

And you are pretty ridiculous.

Haha, what? Somehow I doubt she thinks I'm pretty. Can guys even be pretty?

[He looks over. Oh hey, when did you take your shades off, Dave? He hadn't even noticed because he was too busy staring at the floor/table/general area in front of him.]

And I am not ridiculous.

Sure they can. [ A noncommittal shrug. ] She'd probably call you 'cute,' though, you're right. Maybe if you ever grow into your teeth....

[ Now Dave looks tired, eyes half-closed and head laid down, expression somewhat less severe than usual. ]

Ack, stop putting words in my mouth, I didn't say "cute." Because that's definitely not true.

[And the only response to the teeth comment is John unconsciously hiding them inside his mouth. He really doesn't really mind his teeth until someone mentions them.]

[Don't think he doesn't notice that look though. Because he definitely can tell how tired you are now that the shades are out of the way. And he can't help but sigh.]

...If I go lay down next to you, will that be enough to help you fall asleep?

[ Dave's eyes flicker across the floor — he almost lifts them to look at John, but remembers at the last second that his shades are in his hand, not on his face. ]

Who knows. Maybe it'll help you sleep.

Heh, maybe. I guess we'll find out soon enough.

[He sits up, uncurling his legs and then pushing himself to his feet. Once standing, he stretches a little bit. Damn, had he really been sitting in that same position for so long? Ow.]

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action; suddenly this got kinda gay. :|;;

action; c'est la bromance, apparently. :|a

action; indeed. 8|a