ghostytrainer | prank #50

So did anybody know that it's possible for Pokémon to be deaf?

[While John looks more or less fine, when he speaks there's a definite sort of half-squeaky grogginess to his voice that suggests he's only just recently gotten it back. Someone was pretty damn sick over New Year's (on his deathbed, one would think, the way he carried on) and has only just recently gotten over it. But at least his nose finally stopped running and he's done coughing. His lost voice just has yet to find its way back to him entirely.]

[He's sitting on the floor of his living room, leaning back against the couch. He's not looking at the camera, though. Instead, he's smiling somewhat fondly at a cheerful-looking Gothita playing with a squiddle doll a few feet away from him. She's chewing on one of the tentacles, giggling a little with her back to John.]

I feel like it really shouldn't be so surprising. I just never really stopped to think about it being a Thing That Could Happen, you know? [He turns his attention to the camera, finally.]

Anyway, so how was everyone's New Year? I missed ringing it in, myself.

[Time to play catch-up since he's been out of the loop for like a week now and fuck checking all the network backlog.]

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[Dirk wanders into the living room at the approximate moment that John is asking about New Year's, having seen him pop up on his gear and deciding to check in on him.]

[Once he's done talking to his gear, he chimes in from behind the couch;]

Holy shit it lives!

[John laughs.]

Ahaha, surprise! You all aren't rid of me yet. Disappointing, I know. You will have to save all the nice eulogies I am certain you all wrote while I was incapacitated for another day.

[He climbs over the back of the couch and piles himself on one of the cushions, chuckling.]

Damn, I had some good ones, too. How're you holding up, EctoDad?

[Oh my god, Dirk. Dirk, no. DOn't start calling him EctoDad what are you doing?]

[At least John thinks it's funny though, but seriously. No.]

I knew I could count on one of the Striders to write some good ones. But I'm doing better now. [He inhales deeply.] I can smell again and everything, it's great.

[Oh yes, John. He calls your girlfriend a variety of daughter-petnames, too. Are you prepared for this familial bullshit he is going to spew at you? You had better be.]

I think Dave was setting his to music, I remember him asking me my thoughts on beatboxing.

[A crooked grin.] Good. Breathing's great, and sort of vital and all.

[Stupid, sexy Strilondes.]

You told him no, right? Music is one thing but if I have to listen to one of his lame, nerdy raps from the afterlife, I might just come back and strangle you all.

[Dave for having the idea in the first place, everyone else for allowing him to go through with it.]

And Dirk, please. Remember who you are talking to, here. Heir of Breath, remember?

[He is like...the ultimate source on breathing. Or...something.]

[He's so not even sorry.]

[And he laughs.] Nah, man, and see the look of broken dreams on my own brother's face? I'd rather face your ghosty wrath. Chances are it'd wind up being a lot of pies to the face and wacky shenanigan shit anyway. I can deal.

Which made it ironic that you sounded like you needed a respirator through New Year's.

Pies and buckets, the whole shebang just for the two of you. For the rest of eternity. The Curse of the Final Gambit.

[Like this is some grade A King Tut shit here. Only sillier.]

Oh yeah. Super ironic, I bet you were jealous weren't you?

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