*the video clicks on to a somewhat dimly lit room - the curtains have been drawn, only allowing the slightest hints of sunlight into the room, showing that it's most likely sometime in the afternoon. The room itself looks like a recent struggle has taken place, with what little furniture being either tossed on its side or shoved out of its spot quite violently, and the bed having all of its covers tossed to the floor*

*as the camera spans around the room there are spots of red in various places - on the floor, in the carpet, walls and bench-tops. It's not a lot of blood, but enough to be a concern as they are decent sized splats. Eventually there is one spot where the blood seems to trail, leading over to the far wall where it is the most clear of the chaos*

*there Sonic is sitting up against the wall, his eyes reflecting in the dim light. His eyes aren't as bright as they were the last time he was caught on camera, but his pupils are wide, trying to catch as much light as they could so he could still see. But with his eyes half-lidded he just looks nothing short of tired, and the way he's leaning shows he just barely has enough strength to keep himself upright, but he forces himself to anyway. The only part of him moving was his hand as he strokes something draped over his lap, and it might take one a moment to realise that it's Sally asleep, with one of the blankets from the bed covering her to keep her warm*

*as he strokes her back the ground squirrel moves slightly, miffing in her sleep, the sound a little distressed. But when Sonic reaches to pet at one of her ears gently she settles almost instantly, and once he's sure she's all right his hand moves back to her back to stroke it. Idly his free hand moves for the space between his neck and shoulder to touch at it lightly, where a good sized splash of blood is clear in his fur, before he touches the metal collar that he's always wearing, giving a slightly grim grin*

... least that came in handy... 'nd y'came t'yer senses before y'really went t'town on me.

*gives a slight laugh, and his hand strokes a little faster*

... so gonna get yelled at fer this though...

Current Mood: tired

*the video clicks on to a familiar looking kitchen of a very familiar bakery. Everything looks like it's in order, with all the cooking utensils in their places and ingredient tins all stashed away neatly, labels facing out so they in clear view and accessible. It looks like it could be the end of a busy day, or the start of one, seeing how in order everything seems to be*

*but then the camera seems to swing around a little, focusing to one of the corners that are juuusstt hidden away by the island counter where there are some overhead cupboards and another working bench. Here the pristine appearance of the kitchen is shattered completely, as there is a sudden shock of colour that has been splattered all over the counter top, floor, cupboards, and even the wall. Everything here is RED, the colour just dripping off every surface, the liquid very much fresh. In some places the colour has already darkened as the liquid dries in the air, but all up the shade of red is bright*

*from off-screen there's a sound of something metal and heavy being dropped, a splash of water sounding with the drop, and Sonic comes into view, a deep frown on his face. His eyes are unusually bright, almost more yellow than amber as they usually are, and his pupils a hairline of a slit - even when he blinks they don't widen to adjust to the light like they should, just always staying thin. When he tsks lightly at the scene the tips of his canines can be seen, again much longer and sharper than they should be for a feline*

*but what's startling the most about his appearance is the same splash of red that's covering a good amount of his clothes - his t-shirt, which was orange, was now mostly red from the throat down, and his shorts have a good few drops and splats of the same red as well. Even his hands and arms have the red all over them, especially his hands, and there's some red on his face, mostly near his muzzle that stains the tawny peach there*

*he gives the bloody scene a critical stare, tip of his tail swaying as he grips the mop in his hand a little tighter, unable to help another tsk from escaping him*

Well this is gonna be fun t'clean up...

*mutters softly, before shoving the mop head into the bucket off-screen so he could get to work*

Current Mood: annoyed

*the recording clicks on just as Sonic enters his room back in the Halfway House. It's obvious that he is now desheared, thus back to his towering kitty form. Thus he's more or less pretty naked, as his Pup-counterpart didn't see much point in wearing clothes despite the cooler weather*

--nd o' course I had ta deshear right in the middle o' the bakery. Lucky no one was around but fuck th't run home, seriously...

*he bends out of view for a moment to retrieve some clothes from his drawers, giving a clear view of the open door behind him. The door then slowly starts to close a bit from the inside as Sally peeks out from behind it, a very stern and annoyed look on her face as she walks up behind the unaware Sonic*

Nngh, c'mon I know I had a hoodie in here. Where th' hell is i-- OWOWOWOWOWOW--!!!

*he leans up suddenly, sharp teeth gritted and one eye closed as it now becomes obvious that Sally has grabbed him by the ear, yanking the poor guy back as she wraps her arm around his neck*

Where have you been?! I've been looking all over the city for you but I kept missing you!

OW, SAL. LEGGO--!!

And what were you thinking running away from the hospital?! You were hurt, and you had just gone through some Chaos-related shift from what I was told. You were supposed to stay there and be treated properly!

--I KNOW BUT SAL--!!

And what's this I hear about you living in a tree? You should have come back he-- Ah!

*finally fed up with the lecture, Sonic simply stands, taking Sally with him, and making it very obvious that he's back to his regular self, much to Sally's dismay as she's now being held a good couple of feet off the floor. She adjusts her grip as she hangs off Sonic's shoulders now, cheeks flushed slightly*

... ah...

Yeah, ah. Can I put some pants on now please?

Current Mood: blah

*there's a bit of a sharp jostle as the recording clicks on, the feed only picking up the rhythmic sounds of someone breathing quite heavily. There's also the sound of feetin pounding away, echoing a little, which shows that he's barrelling his way down a corridor of some sorts*

Fuck... shouldn't be in here... dun even know how I got here... fuck I hate doctors...

*he stops talking for a moment as he skids around a corner, his shoes squeaking loudly against vinyl before he's off running again. There's a little while of just him huffing and puffing as he runs, until finally he slams himself into a set of doors, bursting out of the hospital*

Freeeeddooommmm~! Thank th' gods. Now ta find somethin' ta eat... then try ta find this Halfway House place Hedwig told me about. Hopefully they dun mind if I can't pa--

HEY!

-- ohshi-

What are you doing out here? You're supposed to be back in bed resting.

Um, uh... 'm all rested now, so 'm okay--

No you're not. Get back in there rig-- HEY, don't run off!

Sorry, can't hear ya! Too busy runnin' off! SORRY I SCAREDJA BEFORE, TOO! DIDN'T MEAN IT!

*the familiar sound of the sound barrier being shattered like cheap glass can be heard after this exchange, which cuts off the transmission*

Current Mood: bouncy

*the recording clicks on just as Sonic flashes out of the camera's view, his movements obviously setting the thing off. After a few moments he wanders back into view, then is gone again, pacing back and forth in his room. At the moment he's just wearing a pair of dark grey sweatpants, his torso and feet bare of any clothing. If you catch a glimpse of his face you can see that it's still lined with signs of his still lingering fever*

... ngh, shoulda past by now... did all the right things...

*he pauses briefly to rub his hand through his hair, more as a nervous twitch than to try to fix it. Even while doing this he can't quite stand still, his other hand lingering down to his left side and brushing the jagged scar that lies there. Then he's moving again, his pacing a little slower this time*

This dun feel right though... argh, c'mon... just go away alrea--AH!!

*suddenly he doubles over, arms wrapping around his middle as he hisses in a sharp breath, face scrunching in agony. He stays in this position until the pain passes, then slowly he straightens up, only to have another stab of pain rock through him, forcing him to the floor as he cries out. He draws in a shuddering breath, knowing if he freaks out now it'll just set off his sickness all over again, but the pain forces him to curl up, leaving him not much choice but to ride it out*

-- A-ah... fuck...

*the recording clicks off just as his skin starts to ripple, making him cry out again*

Current Mood: distressed

( [Private to the Zone Cops//Hackable] )

Current Mood: curious

( [Private/Moderately hackable/Surprisingly typed out] )

[Voice mode]

Hey, I keep hearin' 'bout how some people have jobs here now. I was kinda thinkin' 'bout doin' the same, but uh, I ain't really sure wha' I can do ta be honest. Every time I walk inta a store th' shopkeeper and the other customers jump back in shock thinkin' 'm there ta eat 'em or somethin'. And even when I walk in standin' upright I get stared at. Which shits me up the wall, I hate bein' stared at.

Anyone know of any jobs that I might be able ta do? Anythin' that doesn't involve too much interaction wit' others maybe, 'cause I dun wanna scare off any customers, or end up in a starin' contest wit' 'em either. Plus I uh... dun really work well wit' too many people just yet. So any suggestions would be awesome.

Current Mood: curious

AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I CAN FINALLY REACH THE COUNTER-TOP AGAIN WIT'OUT A CHAIR!

Though Sal can't. 'cause she's still short. So I hafta lift her u--OWOWOWOWOWOWOW EAREARLEGGOMYEAROWOWOWOW!

[*a slight scuffle as Sonic's pulled away from the comm. Sally's voice pipes in, sounding very much adult~*]

You were saying?

I WAS SAYIN' YOU'RE SHORT--OWOWOWOWOW!!! Sttooooppppppppppp!

Good to see your maturity hasn't changed, Sonic.

[*recording clicks on to somewhat heavier footfalls, making it obvious that the person walking isn't quite used to having such massive paws*]

... Stupid chaos shear... thingy! Everyone gets turned back ta kids 'nd stuff 'nd be normal. 'nd I get stuck bein' a damn KITTEN!

But you're so adorable~

[*Sally speaks, sounding just as young as Sonic's, and just barely hiding a giggle*]

I ain't adorable! Quiddi--

[*he stops suddenly as something takes his attention elsewhere*]

Hey... since when did we have a fishtank in this place?

It's always been there, Sonic. You need to pay more attention to your surroundings.

I pay plenty o' attention. But I've never seen...

[*he pauses again as a particularly bright-coloured fish swims into his view. There's silence for a few moments as he watches, before he's moving again, climbing up onto the table that the fishtank is resting on*]

Sonic! Don't!

'm just lookin'. 'nd... maybe touchin' if I can get one.

[*quiet little splishes and splashes as he starts pawing at the water's surface and shaking his paw out, as he can't stand the feel of water*]

[*as he does this there's a quiet sigh from Sally, and she leans against the wall to watch, knowing how this is going to turn out*]

Current Mood: curious

Ha, figures! Gotta love it when y'wake up in the mornin' and actually feel WEIRD wit' not havin' boobs no more.

But fuck, glad that's over wit'. Now I can actually curl up in my sleep wit'out havin' an extra set of pillows jammed up against my face, and run! Finally I can go for a real run~!

Anyone wanna come wit'?

Current Mood: chipper

... Okay... okay I think I've gotten my head wrapped around this thing now... Waking up different to the way you were the night before is never a fun thing to do.

Though I dun think these things are anatomically correct...

Yes that means I dun have six o' 'em, thank you, Skunk-head. I saw that. So sitting on your face when you go to sleep tonight.

But yeah, calmed down now. It's not s'bad now that I'm over the shock, but still, not fun. And like hell I'm wearin' any of the girly clothes in that depo box thing; why the fuck is everythin' so... form-fittin'? It's like whoever designed 'em wanted to make boobs stick out more--

Sonic.

What? It's true!

No not that. Stop touching them.

...

I'm allowed. They're mine ta touch.

You've been touching them all day.

...

... Can I touch yo--

Finish that sentence and I'm locking you out of our room.

...

Geez... Being a girl is no fun at all...

Current Mood: cynical

Okay, Phoenix was it? Hi, s'up? Yeah I sneaked out. I didn't wanna leave yer roommate runnin' around.

Managed to follow the other me wit'out much incident, save for the couple of people screamin' at me 'cause they thought I escaped from the zoo. 'cause yeah, cats are so blue in the wild, genius. Anyway, he hasn't spotted me, but he's stopped roughly north o' where the Halfway House is.

So far he's just been... runnin'. Like a lot. From where I'm standin' I can see he's burrowed a bit of a trench from runnin' along the same path. But yeah, so far that's all he's been doin' for the past hour or so. He's probably gonna be whipped by no--

-- Ah shit... shitshitshit--

[*the recording suddenly fills with a sharp wind as he takes off from his spot, the PDA being jostled a little as he does so. Eventually it stops when Sonic stops running, his breath coming in short pants*]

-- Damnit...

Current Mood: anxious

*the recording clicks on as the device is bumped accidentally, although the carrier doesn't seem to notice*

*there's sounds of shuffling and quiet muttering as he pads his way quietly through a dark room, the occasional creak echoing around him*

... It's bad enough that I get spat outta random places, but gettin' separated from Sal, not cool. Stupid portal things...

*a pause as he stops to open a door, the sound of a seal breaking before there is a quiet hum*

... At least there's some food here. Sandwiches, mmm... salad, nope... OH!

*something gets dragged out quickly from the fridge, scrapping along the grill*

Chicken~

*the fridge door is closed, then the plate is set on the floor with a soft clink, before there's the sound of meat being torn from the bone. Eventually there's crunching noises as the bone itself is being bitten into and eaten*


((Hi Sonic. Stealing food form the Zone Cops may not be a smart idea. :Oa))

Current Mood: hungry