*it’s an unusual view that clicks onto the network, possibly from an unusual ID as they always seem so quiet on the network of accidental videos. But the view is that of what looks like a bathroom set on a slight angle, as it’s obvious that the communicator has been set on a counter top somewhere half-heartily. At the corner of the feed there seems to be some movement that flints in and out of the feed, but if one’s eyes are quick enough the can see it’s the cut off end of a bandage being moved about, growing in length as it seems to be unravelling*

*the bandage eventually comes into view a bit more as whoever’s unravelling it now leans forward a little to get some distance between it and them, and suddenly the pure white of the bandage becomes marred with splashes of red all along it. This goes on for a little while until the bandage falls out of view, showing that from there until the end of its length is nothing but red spots and patches, some bits darkened to a slight shade of brown to show how long it’s been taking in the blood*

*then a familiar figure suddenly leans into the camera’s view to rest peer closer at the bathroom mirror, tilting her head this way and that to check something on her. It’s hard to see from this angle, as Sally’s hair falls a bit over her shoulders now, but when she brushes it aside and tilts her head back a series of bite marks and bruises are revealed – some healing, others still looking quite fresh with the fur around them crusted with dry blood. Yet somehow she doesn’t seem too concerned about them, her expression never betraying how she really feels about the marks as she simply checks over them, making sure that there’s no sign of infection or other concerns that she might need to address to*

*briefly she runs her fingertips over her cheek, frowning slightly as even through her fur she can tell she looks pale, but then she shakes her head, dismissing the fact right away stubbornly. As she does this her eyes can be seen a bit more clearly compared to the mirror’s view, and at first it looks like just the corner of her eyes at her fur have darkened, like as if she hasn’t been getting enough sleep. But when she tilts her head a little closer towards the communicator it’s shown that it’s not her fur, but her actual eyes that seem to be developing a bit of black *

Current Mood: drained

Um... Commander Zonic? Lieutenant Streak?

... anyone?

I um... have a little problem here.

...

Scratch that. A big problem.





On my bed.

Current Mood: blank

[*the first thing you see as the recording clicks on is a small thin bottle just out of the camera's view. The bottle is filled with an oddly orange coloured liquid, but it's still transparent enough to be seen through. For a few good moments nothing happens, though one can hear someone moving around in the backgroud, talking in low murmurs*]

[*then sudden a hand appears in-view, thin and delicate and still very much human, and grasps the bottle gently, pulling it away, but not before grabbing something else out of view with her free fingers. Because of this motion the camera follows the hand, just catching Sally as she makes her way back to the bed and sits down, setting the bottle in her lap. Then carefully she reaches out to the occupant of the bed, Sonic, who is also still human, and looking very much under the weather. His face is quite pale, but his cheeks are flushed red, evidence of a raging fever that's being combatted by a wet towel against his forehead. He just barely reacts to Sally as she pets a flattened ear, before sighing heavily, unable to do much else*]

It's okay, just relax...

[*she assures him, obvious worry in her voice. She pets him a few more times, then turns away from him for a moment to fidget with something in her hands, a gentle rustling if plastic before it's torn, and she withdraws a syringe. She gives it a wary look, then picks up the bottle and tips it upside down, holding it above her head and against the light, then jabs the syringe through the lid, pulling back the pump until the syringe's container is filled. When she's satisfied she withdraws the needle, flicking it once with her fingers to clear any air bubbles, and turns back to Sonic, thankfully blocking the camera's view of her administrating the medicine. Though Sonic does starts a little at the jab, hissing a breath between still sharp teeth. The best Sally can do is keep petting him as she reaches towards where the PDA lies, setting down the now empty syringe as the recording finally clicks off*]


((Hi! My excuse for why they've been quiet lately. 83;;;))

Current Mood: anxious

[*the recording clicks on the a quiet room, the barest sounds of two simultaneous breathing the only thing breaking the silence. Every so often the bed sheets will rustle about as either Sall or Sonic moves in their sleep, but otherwise there's no other movement*]

[*eventually there's an inward sigh from Sally as she starts to wake up, though she does give a quiet miff of annoyance as she's not quite ready to wake up just yet. So she turns over, planning on snuggling into Sonic's side and stay in bed until she's ready, but... something catches her eye just as she's about to almost fall face-first into it*]

... what th--?!

[*instantly she's sitting up, staring at her now very human, still sleeping friend. It takes her a moment to muster up the courage to poke him awake, but when she does she gasps softly, as she too has been changed*]

-- Oh Order what's going on?! Sonic. Sonic, wake up!

[*this time she does jab Sonic awake, frantically, much to the his annoyance as he is by far not a morning person*]

OwowowowowowOW SAL! Wha--?

[*this time he cuts off as he gets an eyeful of Sally's new form, before he's scrambling out of bed, tripping over himself in his haste and disorientation, as he no longer has four legs to work with*]

((Who the fuck are you?!))

Sonic, it's--

((How the FUCK did you get in here?!))

It's ME, Sonic! It's Sally.

[*there's a long pause from Sonic as he doesn't quite believe her at first, but after a bit he calms enough to at least look over her properly, spotting the very squirrel-fox-like ears that still adorn her head*]

... ((what's going...))

... I can't understand you, Sonic. I'm not a proper Overlander.

... Oh! Well... um... I totally didn't just swear atcha just now...

Uh huh... by the way you've changed, too. And you need pants.

[*another long pause, before there's the slow long drag of material over material as Sonic drags the bed sheets away from the bed to cover himself. When he speaks up next he sounds nothing short of grumpy, his voice low*]

... quit starin' already and help me find some pants, wouldja?


((Quick explanation, in my head canon Overlanders/Humans speak a different language to Mobians. After being a prisoner with Overlanders for roughly four years Kitty knows their language, but to everyone else it's going to sound like BIG ANGRY WORDS! 'cause Overlanders = not so friendly people according to Kitty and Sal. |D))

Current Mood: annoyed

[*the recording clicks on due to her trying to juggle two large paper bags filled with groceries as she tries to find some sort of balance between them*]

... Hopefully I got the right things... too many choic-- Hey...

[*she places the bags onto the floor when she spots something. The recording muffles a little as she bends down to pick it up, turning the object in her hands delicately*]

... This is Sonic's PDA. How did it get out here?

[*she stands again and walks over to their door, giving the doorknob a quick twist. To her surprise it's locked, and she knocks on the door gently*]

Sonic? Are you in th--

GO AWAY!

[*there's a stunned silence for a moment or two, as that voice sounded much, much more different to what Sally's used to hearing. Eventually she knocks again, although somewhat hesitantly*]

Sonic... Are you all right? Please, open the door.

No! Not openin' it! Leave me alone!

... You know I can't do that, Sonic! Just open the door, or at least tell me what's going on.

[*there's a long pause, until the recording manages to pick up what sounds like quiet whimpering coming from the outside of the door*]

... I don't know what's goin' on...

... Sonic...

[*she sighs quietly, and sits on the floor, leaning against the door*]

It's okay. Just, don't work yourself up, okay? You open the door when you're ready, I'll be right here...

... 'kay... I'm sorry, Sally.

It's all right, Sonic. Take your time...

[*the recording clicks off as she shuffles in her place to make herself comfortable*]

Current Mood: anxious

I thought I heard screaming just now, from somewhere in the building.

Did anyone else hear it? Has someone been injured?

It was a really girly scream, too. Seriously I thought my ears were going to explode--

If anyone needs help...

((Strikes are her deleting what Kitty wrote while she wasn't looking. He's a surprisingly fast typer considering his fingers are fucking massive compared to the comms. \D P.S Couldn't resist, Stripey~ ♥))

Current Mood: shocked

*very rapid clinking of boots as she paces the room, stopping every so often to examine random objects in her room to fidget with them. It's clear that she's worried, but is unsure of what to do*

-- Where could he be..? He shouldn't have wandered off like that so suddenly...

*she picks up another object, turning it over in her hands as she starts pacing again, much slower this time*

And of course he doesn't take his communicator... I hope this doesn't become habit... and he's not getting himself into trouble again...

*suddenly she stops in her tracks as the door handle is jiggled in its place. She waits, watching as the door handle jiggles some more until it's finally twisted, and the door opens as a new voice begins to speak*

... Stupid door handle. How the hell am I supposed to hold that, hu--?!

*Sonic gets cut off as Sally crosses the room and hugs the hell out of him. He sits there in stunned silence, totally not expecting that to happen*

Where have you been? I've been so worried! You shouldn't be wandering off like that, you know that!

... I just... I needed to go for a walk, that's all. I didn't mean to scare ya...

*he sighs softly, then there's the shuffling of cloth and fur as he finally returns the hug*

I'm sorry.

... It's okay... just... you took off so suddenly, it startled me a bit.

*she pulls away from Sonic slowly, just so she can face him fully*

Everything okay?

*a long pause from Sonic, as he hesitates. He scratches at his collar a bit, a nervous tick he's developed*

... Yeah. I just needed ta cool off a bit. It's okay now, promise.

*they both go silent for a few moments, nothing awkward, just a comfortable silence that they're both used to. That is until Sally plants a soft kiss on Sonic's forehead*

Wha' was that for, Sal?

For what you said to the other Sonic about me. It was sweet... and you're such a big softie.

I am not!

Are too~

Nuh uh!

Yuh huh!

*there's a sharp ruffling of fur as Sally muses up Sonic's headquills and bangs, making Sonic cry out in frustration before he playfully nips at Sally's throat, making her squeak*

*the recording times out just as they start laughing at one another for the teasings*

Current Mood: relieved