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A: Video/Action for Goldenrod Hospital
[The Rotom’s face that appears when the feed flicks on isn’t so much IN the screen as it just plain IS the screen. Seems the little booger thought it would be funny to possess a Pokegear. The ghost laughs, sending a jumbled string of letters, 1s, and 0s across the screen because apparently the thing couldn't decide if it was speaking English or binary. A moment later, the face blips off the screen and turns to a view of a hospital room.]
[On the bed sits John, glasses-less and looking only half awake (at best) and more out of it than usual. But what’s really strange is the fact that instead of wearing a hospital gown or even one of his silly Pokemon shirts, he’s wearing this little number, complete with white tights and a matching hair bow stuck in his messier-than-usual hair. In a chair next to the bed sits Rose, wearing what is quite possibly the biggest shit-eating grin in the universe. Despite this, she somehow manages to keep her voice completely level and normal.]
Good morning, sweetheart. I see you are finally awake. How are you feeling, beautiful?
[John gives a sleepy grunt and rubs at his eyes.] Mmm...like death warmed over? Holy shit, I'm hungry...
Well, luckily for you the nurses want you to eat before we go anywhere, though that doesn't mean I can’t take you out later if you'd like, darling.
I would like that, yeah. But before anything, I need my glasses and also my legs feel weir-- are these tights? [Still mostly blind, his hands trail up his own legs, eventually reaching the edge of the dress, at which his expression deadpans and his voice goes flat.] I am wearing an absolutely ridiculous frilly dress right now, aren't I?
And if you are? [Where before her voice was pretty even, she can’t keep the hint of mischief and amusement from it now.]
You're broadcasting this, aren't you?
And if I am?
[At that, John turns to where he thinks Rose, and therefore the camera, is (really, he’s a little off, but the CameRotom moves a little to adjust for this error). Using both hands, he forms identical "v-for-victory" signs to frame his face, pulling the biggest, dorkiest, most painfully cheesy grin he can muster. He is pretty much straight from the mangas right now and his Prankster’s Gambit is plummeting.]
[...yet somehow, it seems impossible to read anything other than murderous intent from John right now.]
[The Rotom cackles and the feed ends for now. Though Tron's work is far from done here, he still has a few tricks up his non-existent sleeves.]
B: Action for Goldenrod City
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((ooc: John's back from hiatus coma-land, responses may come from both.))
[The Rotom’s face that appears when the feed flicks on isn’t so much IN the screen as it just plain IS the screen. Seems the little booger thought it would be funny to possess a Pokegear. The ghost laughs, sending a jumbled string of letters, 1s, and 0s across the screen because apparently the thing couldn't decide if it was speaking English or binary. A moment later, the face blips off the screen and turns to a view of a hospital room.]
[On the bed sits John, glasses-less and looking only half awake (at best) and more out of it than usual. But what’s really strange is the fact that instead of wearing a hospital gown or even one of his silly Pokemon shirts, he’s wearing this little number, complete with white tights and a matching hair bow stuck in his messier-than-usual hair. In a chair next to the bed sits Rose, wearing what is quite possibly the biggest shit-eating grin in the universe. Despite this, she somehow manages to keep her voice completely level and normal.]
Good morning, sweetheart. I see you are finally awake. How are you feeling, beautiful?
[John gives a sleepy grunt and rubs at his eyes.] Mmm...like death warmed over? Holy shit, I'm hungry...
Well, luckily for you the nurses want you to eat before we go anywhere, though that doesn't mean I can’t take you out later if you'd like, darling.
I would like that, yeah. But before anything, I need my glasses and also my legs feel weir-- are these tights? [Still mostly blind, his hands trail up his own legs, eventually reaching the edge of the dress, at which his expression deadpans and his voice goes flat.] I am wearing an absolutely ridiculous frilly dress right now, aren't I?
And if you are? [Where before her voice was pretty even, she can’t keep the hint of mischief and amusement from it now.]
You're broadcasting this, aren't you?
And if I am?
[At that, John turns to where he thinks Rose, and therefore the camera, is (really, he’s a little off, but the CameRotom moves a little to adjust for this error). Using both hands, he forms identical "v-for-victory" signs to frame his face, pulling the biggest, dorkiest, most painfully cheesy grin he can muster. He is pretty much straight from the mangas right now and his Prankster’s Gambit is plummeting.]
[...yet somehow, it seems impossible to read anything other than murderous intent from John right now.]
[The Rotom cackles and the feed ends for now. Though Tron's work is far from done here, he still has a few tricks up his non-existent sleeves.]
B: Action for Goldenrod City
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((ooc: John's back from hiatus coma-land, responses may come from both.))
Current Location: goldenrod city
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