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John Egbert ([personal profile] ghostytrainer) wrote2011-05-29 12:45 am

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

["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 [livejournal.com profile] ghostythespian , don't be surprised! ♥))

[identity profile] ghostythespian.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, what a sweet thing to say.

[Okay, she is looking around, but she doesn't want to take John's communicator. HM. 8|a]

Well, it's... animal violence? Is that even legal?

[identity profile] grimseer.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
It's also true.

[Oh. Yeah. That. Would kind of be bad OH WAIT. Do you have one? Because he somehow has one, so maybe you have one too.]

No, likely not. I wouldn't understand why it would be...

[identity profile] ghostythespian.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it is a sport in this place? ...If it is, it's a very tasteless sport.

[NO SHE DOESN-- Oh. Her hood is kind of heavy... oh. She carries the vulpix with one arm and agonizingly fetches it with her free hand. Why is this hood so long? :T]

Hey, are you anywhere near?

[identity profile] grimseer.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Quite unpleasant, yes. But I suppose it is looked upon as 'okay' due to the fictional properties of the creatures, and the lack of gore and death.

[Why is your hood so long?]

I'm not quite sure. I've never played the games myself, merely having watched you do so.

[Though he knows how to pan the video around so you can see the city and various landmarks around him. Goldenrod.]

[identity profile] ghostythespian.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
They are not fictional anymore, though.

[She doesn't know. She wants a god refund.]

Okay, that is kind of lame... hey! I will go find you so just stay where you are!

[Man, okay, she will hope for the best. She drops the vulpix like it's hot in the gentlest way possible and just RUNS OFF with her own communicator. She waves at John.]

[identity profile] grimseer.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[And wait he does. He trusts her. She played these games all the time, she'll know where to go, right?

Then again, this is Joan.

...at. Least. It's not Jake.]

[identity profile] ghostythespian.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
[She arrives with leaves in her hair and hood after like maybe 30 minutes THAT WASN'T SO LONG WAS IT. Regardless of what Ross was doing, he is getting tackled.]

[identity profile] grimseer.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Waiting and waiting and thirty minutes is a long time and maybe he should go get tackled to the ground okay.

Ow.

Laying there a moment, he chuckles, patting her head.]


Hello, Joan.

[identity profile] ghostythespian.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
[She just kind of embraces him for a few seconds. She doesn't care whether or not he's her Ross, but...

She needs this, okay. The last week has been hell at Sacrosont, and she really missed her NOT GENDERBENT friends. :'(

She is not getting off and she is not saying anything.]

[identity profile] grimseer.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
[And he seems plenty content in letting her do just that. Poor girl. He doesn't know what Sacrosont is, but he knows what Joan is like, and is more than willing to offer her some hugs of comfort. Perhaps a few "Shhh, it's okay"s as well.]

[identity profile] ghostythespian.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[She wipes her almost-tears with her hood and stands up. She is definitely feeling way better but she doesn't really want to ruin the day with her *~*feelings*~*.]

I'm okay, Ross. Peachy, but are you...

[DEEP BREATH.]

Are you ready to be a pokemon master?

Curse lack of icons.

[identity profile] grimseer.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[He is giving you a look that clearly says "You are not okay, don't you lie to me", but withholds comment.

Until she says that.

You are almost getting a smirk from him.]


Well, I have been equipped with this capsule here, and have yet to learn of my destined fantastical creature partner. I suppose now would be the time to start such a journey, wouldn't it? Perhaps this will finally talk me into playing those ridiculous games with you.

God, yeah, that's a horrible feeling. @_@

[identity profile] ghostythespian.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
Yes! And those "ridiculous" -- pshhh, they are so not -- games are real now, so we are going to play them in real life. Isn't that exciting?

[Welp.]

And before you say no, we should... wow. I just realized we didn't get starter pokemon. We need to go find Professor Oak.

It is. It really is. Sadly, like. No one draws Ross. :|

[identity profile] grimseer.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
They're completely infantile, Joan, real or not.

[Getting up, he brushes himself off and sighs.]

I wasn't going to say no.

[Again, not sure about your Ross, but this one is far more easily persuaded into doing things with you. And by easily persuade, all you really have to do is ask.]

Lead the way.

You must draw more icons. (fff except i went through hell to fill joan's icons)

[identity profile] ghostythespian.livejournal.com 2011-05-29 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
Does it really matter? We are 13 and it's fun. There is no rush to be mature.

[Well, she definitely likes this one better because he is less reclusive and snooty.]

Really? Great! Come on!

[She grabs his arm and drags him to the direction that goes deeper into the forest, oops. 8(c]