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victory_road2017-02-21 08:28 pm
notvaljean) wrote in victory_road2017-02-21 08:28 pm
video; A Blitz Kirschtein Production
[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]
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!
Video
[Which should be funny but is said with a tone of utmost seriousness, with a little pitiful whine as an added bonus.]
Has anyone ever died of this? I think I'm dying.
[Someone has a cold.]
Re: Video
Oh dear, it sounds serious indeed. Has it progressed far? When was the onset of symptoms?
*....too late, you've gone and activated troll mode, Jean!*
Video
It started a few days ago. My throat got scratchy and my nose was running all the time, but I figured it was from being outside in the snow.
[Building snow Pokemon, if you must know.]
Then I woke up this morning and everything hurt and I can't breathe out my nose and Blitz is being annoying and this sucks!
Re: Video
*this is totally the face of genuine concern here
it's totally not but how's Jean to know?*You don't have a fever yet, do you?
Video
[Oh gods, this sounds serious! Sion wouldn't lie to him about something this important!]
What happens if I get a fever?
Welcome to the world of being considered a friend of Sion's! (I'm so sorry..... XD)
Well, if you're really lucky, you'll be in constant, excruciating agony, while feeling both hot and cold at the same time for a few days before it passes. Otherwise.....
haha, it's fine XD
What happens if it doesn't pass?
Jean can take it as a lesson in why it's bad to wallow in self-pity?
*he's just... going to get more and more ridiculous until either Jean catches on or he decides he's gone far enough*
but he's just so patheeeeeeeetiiiiiiiiic
Will it... will I die?
[Is that where this is going? This sounds like that's where this is going.]
Pathetically gullible, perhaps!
*but if Jean's gotten suitably paranoid, there's still that "if" there...*
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Great.
[Jean puts his hand on his forehead and considers.]
I don't feel too hot...
[So maybe it's not Pokeplague?]