Video-backdated a few hours to early afternoon

[inthejunk]

[The kid on the video doesn't look so hot. Not in an ate too much candy sort of way, either. He's pale and clammy and his lips aren't a healthy color. His eyes are dilated. He should probably be in bed. In fact, he probably is. But he's got something important to say first, judging by the serious expression on his face.]

Ah. I hope it doesn't ruin the holiday atmosphere, but I guess I should warn everyone. If someone gives you chocolates and you don't know them very well-

[He stops, curls up a bit. Ow, his freakin' insides...but before he can properly complain about those, he bumps something behind him. It turns out to be a plastic IV line, and when the cart falls over it tugs him hard enough to make him knock his head against a vacuum chamber, hanging around conveniently in case any patients in the area need their stomach pumped. Yosuke makes a frustrated, whiny sound.]

Ow! Ugh...anyway, please don't take candy from strangers. It might make you sick.

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[inthejunk]

What? No...

[Slumping forward now, panting a little. There's no comfortable position. Break can probably hear bed sheets rustling.]

It's not a stomachache. It's worse.

[maddeninghatter]

[ UNCONVINCED ]

Cos you've got a weak stomach.

[ Acidly: ]

As my hat and I can attest to.

[inthejunk]

That wasn't my fault! You're a really bad driver!

[Rustle, rustle, groooan. Why does no one ever mention just how bad this feels? It's miserable. He gags quietly-too much thrashing around-but manages to swallow it again. No way is he going to upchuck if he can help it. They'll probably make him drink more charcoal if he does.]

And it's definitely the candy. Gilbert can tell you.

[maddeninghatter]

[ ....what? ]

Is he ill, too?

[inthejunk]

He ate a different kind than I did.

[In other words, you might have to wait a bit to talk to Gilbert.]

[maddeninghatter]

But he doesn't even--

[ Oh hang on. He read something in the news about this a day or two ago. ]

Did you eat one of AGI's aphrodisiac chocolates, by any chance?

[ And, more to the point, did Gilbert eat them, too? ]

[inthejunk]

[That gets some indignant spluttering for a minute, and ends with him curled up tightly again. Ow...]

You can't ask me that! It's really creepy. Anyway it...the candy didn't do that.

[maddeninghatter]

[ Still unconvinced! ]

Even so, the question still remains...

Is this a general sort of poisoning? Or a very, very specific one?

Did you give any of these girls a reason to exact revenge, hmmm?

[inthejunk]

They didn't even know my name yesterday!

...Actually some of them still don't. They thought it was Yoshi. I didn't want to correct them mid-confession, though.

[maddeninghatter]

Girls you don't even know? Were confessing their feelings to you?

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Whyyyyyy, that seems unlikely. You're not the sort.

[inthejunk]

...You don't have to laugh.

[Something black dribbles out of his nose-activated charcoal-and starts him choking and sputtering again, which in turn makes him whimper and curl up around his pillow again.]

Ow. Oh man, can't dying be faster at least?

[maddeninghatter]

There's no need to be so dramatic.

[ Pot, kettle, black, etc. etc. ]

Who's this Yoshi person, hmmm?

[inthejunk]

What do you mean? I am! ...I mean they got part of it right at least.

[maddeninghatter]

Make up your miiiiiiiind.

Is Yoshi you?

Or--is Yoshi the person who used to be you, before you were you?

[inthejunk]

[Blank staring. He's pretty sure you're screwing with him, but for the life of him he can't piece it together to see what the joke is. There's still an aura around everything, and you're just a bit too much for his fuzzy brain to process.]

...No. I'm Yosuke. We-we've met. I ride the bike. With cake.

[maddeninghatter]

Are you part-Yosuke, part-Yoshi, then?

Honestlyyyyyyy, it seems like it's terribly complicated to be you.

[inthejunk]

What the hell?

[Why are you making him explain things? Whiiiiine.]

'S the wrong name stupid. Girls do that sometimes.

[maddeninghatter]

Maybe they do that to you~!

[inthejunk]

You're a creepy old clown man.

[So there.

Apparently being sick doesn't suit him, whoops?]

[maddeninghatter]

[ And...? ]

Hmm, perhaps I should go and check on Gilbert.

[inthejunk]

Someone really should. He ate these too.

[maddeninghatter]

Right, then. Feel better!

[ A beat. Or several. ]

Or if you don't, die bravely~! ♥

[inthejunk]

Yeah. Great. Thanks for that.