prank #17 | FOURTH WALL EVENT | video/action for goldenrod

[ghostytrainer]

["John" doesn't seem to notice the fact that he's turned the camera on, despite the fact that he's staring right at it. Strange. Apparently he also thought that hair clips are an awesome fashion statement and that he needed to grow his hair out just the tiniest bit. Stranger still.]

--ure you don’t need help finding the games? Really, it will only take me a second.

[But not the strangest thing yet, as apparently he can now talk without moving his lips. And also make it sound like he's sitting a few feet aw--wait a minute.]

No, I am fine, John. You should quit changing the topic.

[Well alright then. It's pretty clear that the person on the screen is not John Egbert, despite the overwhelming similarities.]

I wasn't changing the subject! You just looked like you were having trouble and I thought I could help. But look, Joan! I am getting right back on topic now and answering your question. And the answer is "yes, I do like her." [He pauses.] I just...don't know what to do about it.

[At this point, the girl (her name is Joan, apparently) puts the pokegear down on the ground. This talk is far too serious to have while looking for games. So have a lovely view of the sky, Johto. Also some grass and the face of a curious Vulpix peering down at the device from her place in Joan's lap.]

Hm...that is a problem, but that is why I am here. Do you think she likes you back?

I...don't know honestly. I don't see why she would but then again she has been spending a lot of time with me over the past few months. Though that could just be because we are friends.

Maybe the way she spends time with you means she does like you back! No, scratch that, she DOES like you back. Lalondes are pretty reclusive. They have to really like you to let you in their snooty club, obviously.

Do you really think so? [His voice brightens considerably. At least until...] So what...do I do about that?

Yes! Hm... You need to spend all of your money and take her on the best date ever.

Oh I don't... I mean. Hey let's talk about something else? Tell me more about the giant space station...what was it again? Sacrosont? Sascorant? Or your universe! Tell me again about what a pretty girl Dave is, I think I still have a few more laughs in me for that.

No! God, John, look at me. Do you want her to be your girlfriend or not?

I...oh shit. Joan what did you press? [John's face appears on the screen for a second, slightly paler than normal, before the feed clicks off.]


((OOC: Singularity's Joan will be joining me for this post, so you may be tagged by her or John or possibly both! So if you get a tag from ghostythespian , don't be surprised! ♥))

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[tortileghostwriter]

[Smirking like whoa over here, Jade.]

Strider eyewear has been found by vote of the council of consorts to be incredibly and irrefutably shitty, I'm afraid.
The closing statement by the high councilman himself was a very eloquent series of naks.
Women wept on that day, Strider. Poems were written, heroes were made, and songs were sung on that auspicious day in the Incipisphere.
The sheer pulchritude behind the naks could have destroyed empires and built them anew.
T'was beauteous, truly.

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[supbroski.livejournal.com]

What-- no no no, my eyewear has been handed down from the hands of irony god to irony god since the day irony first appeared on this planet. And not a single, unironic or uncool thing has touched them, ever. Babies stop crying and birds sing when I walk by because I definitely can't help the fact that I'm the coolest, smoothest dude to ever roam around.

And a small part of that awesome is due to my shades. Them just being on me makes them awesome!

[ The unseen threat is: if you say it again, I will pummel you. ]

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[tortileghostwriter]

[Won't someone think of the poor Egberts on the other side of the call? Dave's smirk just gets bigger.]

By certain definitions of irony, certainly.

[This is your chosen target for "girlfriend" jokes, Jade. An insufferable douche with a house wrapped around his very soul, wielding a fell blade.]

... At any rate, shall we get something to eat?

[Yeah he's basically forgotten about the Egberts. Whoops.]

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[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ nope. They will not. ]

Yeah well, mine's the best damn definition!

[ If she punches him hard enough or maybe hugs him that might get the douche out. Actually, she likes him the way he is. He's just kind of creepy sometimes, and she doesn't like that part. ]

I'm starving. You still owe me ten bucks, so you're paying.

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[tortileghostwriter]

[every year ten egberts a year die of boredom due to conversational neglect

please think of the egberts

just going to chuckle a little bit at Jade's insistence on that, before nodding and smirking again.]

I'm fairly sure that's the same as owing you a dime, but if you insist. I warn you that I'm hard to get, Strider.

[Friendtrolling in full force again.]

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[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She holds her arm out for him. Look at how classy she is. Feel the ironic class rolling off of her body.

Aw yis she is picking up the ladies tonight ]

Hundred bucks! And don't worry, you're my date tonight. [ ... ] But you've still gotta pay.

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[tortileghostwriter]

[You will never beat David Lalonde in a class-off. He is simply the best there is.]

Naturally. What will the master's pleasure be? Which delightfully absurd restaurant shall we visit?

[video/action]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Do they have tacos here? Or...I dunno, whatever. Pizza?

[ The Egberts have been forgotten in the face of pizza. ]