It's that season

[ceasetoexist]

Characters: Pokey Minch [AU1] and You
Setting: Dorm 1-04, Floor Three, Floor Twelve
Format: Starting with prose. But will match.
Summary: Pokey's got himself a case of the flu and he is just doing his damnedest to take his mind off of it.
Warnings: Fat obnoxious kids all in this post

Dorm 1-04
If you're one of Pokey's roommates, you might notice that your bed has more or less been stripped. It is at it's very bare bones. The pillow and blanket from it is gone, and if you look hard enough you'll find those are all in a pile on one of your roommates' bed. And if you look close enough? You'll see that pile is moving sometimes.

Go away. Pokey is sick and trying to sleep and he needs all of this goddammit.]

Floor Three
[Well the sleeping thing didn't work. Now Pokey is miserably wandering around to try and find something to take his mind off of the fact that he was sick as hell. And cold. And miserable. A little hungry too but that's always there so it's not as bad as the first three. He'd already raided the infirmary a bit and took medication after medication, which was not the brightest idea he had.

At the moment he's reading a book in the library, a little zonked out from both the flu he has and the over-use of medication. But he's doing anything he can to try and get his mind off of how bad he is at the moment.

If you looked over his shoulder though, you'd notice he doesn't seem to be reading the book at all. Rather, it looks like he's reading what appears to be a comic book, although it seems like the comic was made by someone around Pokey's age instead of being an official one. Maybe even made by him. There was no reason for him to have put it inside the book he was reading aside from the weird thrill he got out of it, like he was cheating someone.

The kid is messed up in his own special little ways.]

Floor Twelve
[Either it's the medication or this room is just cool as can be.

Pokey can be found standing in the middle of the room, giving a kind of glassy eyed stare and sniffing a little as he watches the destruction of planets, of universes, of galaxies happen again and again and again in the projection room. He doesn't seem to watch it with terror, or fear, so much as curiosity.

He paces the room as he watches the spectacle over and over, as if being at a different angle will reveal something about what he's seeing. Will reveal some kind of truth to him. If it does, Pokey never says what that truth is. But at the end of one of the cycles of destruction, he finally says something.]

Stupid.

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[ceasetoexist]

[In a big way getting caught was something he'd hoped would happen, if just for some odd reason Pokey feels like he always needs to be breaking a rule or two. Even when he isn't.

Still, he's surprised by Vanellope and her enthusiasm and he ends up slamming the book shut before turning to her. Now that someone has caught him, he actually feels a little...sentimental over the comic. And a need to hide it.]

What, you never seen a book before squirt?

Can you even read?

[glitchinprincess]

I've seen books, doi. I've just never seen that book before and you closed it really fast. How come the inside doesn't look like the cover?

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey seems to lose himself in thought for a moment before shrugging.]

What. Never heard you shouldn't judge a book by its cover? Shows what you know.

[Still holding the book by its side he brings it back to try and lightly tap Vanellope on the head with it.]

Far as you know that's how all the books in here might look like on the inside.

[glitchinprincess]

[She flinches a little when he taps her on the head with his book, but this time she sees it coming, so she manages to steady herself and keep from glitching.]

Well I've heard that but--

[Less talking, more action! She scampers off to the nearest bookshelf and hops up to grab a book. She looks a little expectant as she flips it open, but it's full of regular, typed words - not comic pages. She holds it up and open and points it in Pokey's direction.]

This one's not like that!

[Then she just unceremoniously drops it on the ground and plucks another one from the shelf.]

Neither is this one! ...or this one! Or...

[Sheee's making a mess...]

[ceasetoexist]

[Alright. Pokey has to bite his lip to try and keep from laughing at this nonsense. In fact, his better judgment leaves him for a moment and he puts down his own book among the others Vanellope has tossed to the ground and goes to start opening books himself.

Like Vanellope he goes over to the bookshelves and starts picking more himself, saying "nope" and throwing them to the ground as he (surprise surprise) doesn't find a comic in them.

Finally though, he pauses with one halfway open and motions for Vanellope to come over.]

Hey! I found another one!

[glitchinprincess]

You did?!

[She tosses aside the most recent book she'd been struggling with (which was just about as big as she was, really) and scrambles over to try and look over Pokey's shoulder again.]

Lemme see, lemme see!

[ceasetoexist]

[And Pokey lifts the book up from Vanellope to see. And keeps it open just long enough for her to see he was kidding.

And then just slams the book shut in front of her face.]

No!

[And then? He is just laughing his ass off.]

You should have seen the look on your face! You were so excited! You were like-

[And he tries to smile like he thinks Vanellope does. It isn't a very good imitation. But at least it's better than when he tries to imitate her voice.]

"You did? Lemme see lemme see!"

[glitchinprincess]

Lying to a child? Shame on you, Mayfield.

[The words bring a sense of déjà vu along with them, but Vanellope shakes it off. A moment later, though, she puffs out her cheeks in response to Pokey's imitation of her.]

Hey hey hey, that is not what I sound like! Your voice isn't high-pitched enough and it doesn't sound as awesome as me.

[ceasetoexist]

Lying is kind of part of me. It's just what I do. You don't blame a dog for chasing mailman or cats for being lazy jerks, do you?

Hey, I worked with what I had. It's not my fault my voice is too great to mimic yours, runt.

[glitchinprincess]

S'not my fault my voice is too great to mimic yours, runt!

[Obviously Vanellope hasn't heard of "turning the other cheek," because now she's trying to counter with an equally-ridiculous mimicry attempt at Pokey's voice.]

[ceasetoexist]

[Turn the other cheek? What's that? A voice off it is.]

You see Mayfield's voice too is just too cool for me to mimic right! I should stick to my own voice!

[glitchinprincess]

[Here they go again...]

Oh no! Vanellope's voice is just so much cooler than mine that I can't even get close! What am I going to do?!

[And she falls backward with the most over-dramatic "I have failed" look ever on her face.]

[ceasetoexist]

[Okay. He was going to retort but that? Was too much of a good one. He opens his mouth only to do nothing but point at her and laugh.

He's sorry. That was just too perfect.]

[glitchinprincess]

[After a few moments she joins him in laughing, rolling over and propping herself up by her elbows. She shoots him a grin as she giggles.]

Hey, you've got a good smile! You should smile more often.

[ceasetoexist]

Psh, whatever.

[He tosses another book at Vanellope, but at least it's a soft throw and not pitching the dumb thing.]

[glitchinprincess]

[She catches the book and just keeps giggling, rolling onto her back again and hugging the book to her chest.]

So how come you came to the library anyway?

[ceasetoexist]

[He shrugs.]

Something to do. An-

[And he gets interrupted as he sneezes, loudly, into his hand. He sneers at what's left there before rubbing it on the cover of another book.]

And to try and forget this dumb cold.

[glitchinprincess]

Ewwwww.

[Except she's looking at the remnants of that sneeze with a bit of admiration because wow, not ever day you get enough snot to rub it into the cover of a book.]

Have you tried wrapping a scarf around your neck and the bottom of your face and your nose?

[ceasetoexist]

Don't have one.

[glitchinprincess]

There's fabric and stuff on uh... the fifteenth floor! Maybe we could make you something from that!

[ceasetoexist]

Gotta admit: a tailor I ain't.

But hey it's worth a try.

[glitchinprincess]

I'm not either. But what's so hard about it? We just cut fabric into a strip so we can put it around your neck!

What's the worst that could happen, riiiight?

[ceasetoexist]

We could ruin all the fabric. Or make a coat out of it instead of a scarf.

Know what? You're right.

There's no way it can go wrong.

[glitchinprincess]

Well then, my loyal sidekick-- [What?] --Let's get going! Time's a-wastin'!

[ceasetoexist]

Whoa whoa there.

[And he'll just be grabbing your ponytail as you start to walk away.]

Let's get something straight here.

You're the sidekick!