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Who: John and Vriska
Time: Like a week or two after his conversation with Karkat.
Where: HQ, since he kind of lives there.
Summary: John sort of didn't tell everyone about his little condition. Vriska is going to kick his ass for it.
[A week or so had gone by and John had yet to really feel the effects of the illness. At first he was apprehensive and trying to prepare himself for the worst. He spent several days after telling Karkat a bit in a panicked daze.
But then nothing happened. His fingers and nails still looked affected, with the grey skin and the sort of yellowish tinge to what might be the start of claws, but they'd stagnated. No change. Was that all? Did he just not get dosed enough?]
[Yeah right.]
[A week and a half and John woke up so sick he was surprised he got out of bed. By some miracle he did and he was trooping right along down the hall into the main meeting area until his stomach decided it was going to show him the real meaning of revolt.]
[It was an unpleasant display, John horking up his stomach content, and even when there was nothing left it still wanted to try.]
Time: Like a week or two after his conversation with Karkat.
Where: HQ, since he kind of lives there.
Summary: John sort of didn't tell everyone about his little condition. Vriska is going to kick his ass for it.
[A week or so had gone by and John had yet to really feel the effects of the illness. At first he was apprehensive and trying to prepare himself for the worst. He spent several days after telling Karkat a bit in a panicked daze.
But then nothing happened. His fingers and nails still looked affected, with the grey skin and the sort of yellowish tinge to what might be the start of claws, but they'd stagnated. No change. Was that all? Did he just not get dosed enough?]
[Yeah right.]
[A week and a half and John woke up so sick he was surprised he got out of bed. By some miracle he did and he was trooping right along down the hall into the main meeting area until his stomach decided it was going to show him the real meaning of revolt.]
[It was an unpleasant display, John horking up his stomach content, and even when there was nothing left it still wanted to try.]