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[notvaljean]

[The communicator comes on with an audible zap. It’s obvious why a moment later, when a very cranky, very round face peers down into the screen. It’s Blitz the Electrode, terror to all who know him, looking exceptionally disgruntled, even for him. He makes some annoyed crackling sounds, and someone moans off screen.]

Go chase wild Pokemon if you need something to do, just stop making noise…

[Blitz rolls his eyes at the camera, then ducks down to pick up the communicator in his mouth. The image jars around a bit as the Electrode moves it, showing, amongst other things: a startled Torracat face; a pair of sneakers discarded under a bed; a backpack that has very clearly been dug through by some greedy Pokemon looking for treats. It finally settles on a bed, with its blankets all tossed and crumpled. The bed’s inhabitant isn’t visible, except for a shock of tangled, ashy blond hair, and one long, skinny arm sticking out from under the covers.]

[Blitz crackles again, and the blankets shift.]

I said go away!

[The blankets move, and Jean peers out from underneath them. His hair is standing up in all directions, his eyes are so puffy they’re almost swollen shut, and his nose is bright red and dripping.]

The hell do you…

[His voice trails off and his eyes widen, as much as they’re able, when he sees what Blitz has.]

Blitz, no! That better not be recording, I swear to…

[Jean reaches for the communicator, and Blitz makes a smug sound as he rolls backwards, out of reach.]

Jean?

[Another voice, this one equally weak and clogged up.]

Jean, what’s going on?

[Jean shoots a wild-eyed look over his shoulder, and Blitz helpfully hops up to show there’s another bed in the room, similarly inhabited by another teenager and a curled up Arcanine.]

Nothing! Nothing’s going on!

[Jean turns back to Blitz, and there’s pure murder on his face now.]

You give me that communicator, you fat ball of plastic, or I swear to the gods…


[OOC: Sharing is caring and Bertolt gave his plague cold to Jean, so answers could come from Jean or Bertolt or both! or even Blitz, if anyone wants to talk to him]

Comments

[notvaljean]

you do?

[Well, then. Chris might say he's not a doctor, but he knows a lot more than anyone else around here.]

if I describe what's happening, do you think you would know if I had some of that bioterrorism or whatever?

[radfield]

[ Well, so far Jean hadn't become a flesh eating kiddo or some horrific monstar with no sense of self. Really, though, Chris just thinks Jean might've caught a bug or some kind of infection. Nothing too big, but he wasn't going to explain his career in detail or correct Jean's flub either. ]

Sure, hit me. Although judging from the looks of things I think I can gauge you've got a stuffy nose, high temperature, and maybe excessive sweating? Judging from the redness.

[notvaljean]

[It's a case of having a Man Cold(tm), one hundred percent, but Jean is an only child with a doting mother, so he's used to overselling it whenever he gets sick.]

yes! all of those things! and all my joints hurt too

Bertolt has the same stuff, but he's sweating even worse and also losing voice

[To everyone who has to be around him's great misfortune, Jean's voice is doing just fine.]

[radfield]

[ At least Jean had a parent, sheesh. Regardless. Chris is quite used to that sort of behavior, though. Considering his younger sister would find almost any excuse to get out of particularly hard classes or work for the day. ]

Relax. Seems like what you both have is either a cold or a flu. Can't say for sure, but I'd suggest going to a Center and have that checked out. Make sure you stay hydrated and sit in the shower for a while until then.

[notvaljean]

[Jean's mom is great, and someday he'll appreciate how wonderful she really is.]

oh

okay

that's better than a Pokeplague, then

[If somewhat less exciting.]

we're camping in the middle of nowhere
the nearest Center is pretty far away

[radfield]

[ Judging from the initial video made to the network, Chris knew Jean and co. were probably shacked up in some relatively comfy home, but he isn't the type to judge or call kiddos out any further. Better to just help in the meantime. ]

All right, give me a day or so to arrange something. Might not be much, but it should hold you over until you're near one.

[notvaljean]

really?

[Even after several months, this world continues to surprise Jean. No one is this nice or helpful back home.]

thanks, that's really nice of you

[radfield]

Of course. Gotta thank you for the help some way, Jean. Before burritos, anyway. Unfortunately your stomach wouldn't able to handle that at the moment.

So, where are you guys at? Ya' mentioned camping earlier.

[notvaljean]

oh gods, don't mention burritos
something so good shouldn't be associated with something so gross

uh

we were on our way to Olivine before we got sick
so somewhere between Olivine and Goldenrod?

[radfield]

Was just messing with you, but I'll stop with the jokes. Feel better soon, all right?

And gotcha. Jill and I still some ways away from Goldenrod, and even more so from Olivine. Still, the weather's not getting any better either, so make sure to stay warm while the two of you rest up. Don't need me to tell you that, but you never know.

[notvaljean]

okay, I will

who's Jill?

[Does Chris have a wife?]