A: Video/Action for Goldenrod Hospital
[The Rotom’s face that appears when the feed flicks on isn’t so much IN the screen as it just plain IS the screen. Seems the little booger thought it would be funny to possess a Pokegear. The ghost laughs, sending a jumbled string of letters, 1s, and 0s across the screen because apparently the thing couldn't decide if it was speaking English or binary. A moment later, the face blips off the screen and turns to a view of a hospital room.]

[On the bed sits John, glasses-less and looking only half awake (at best) and more out of it than usual. But what’s really strange is the fact that instead of wearing a hospital gown or even one of his silly Pokemon shirts, he’s wearing this little number, complete with white tights and a matching hair bow stuck in his messier-than-usual hair. In a chair next to the bed sits Rose, wearing what is quite possibly the biggest shit-eating grin in the universe. Despite this, she somehow manages to keep her voice completely level and normal.]

Good morning, sweetheart. I see you are finally awake. How are you feeling, beautiful?

[John gives a sleepy grunt and rubs at his eyes.] Mmm...like death warmed over? Holy shit, I'm hungry...

Well, luckily for you the nurses want you to eat before we go anywhere, though that doesn't mean I can’t take you out later if you'd like, darling.

I would like that, yeah. But before anything, I need my glasses and also my legs feel weir-- are these tights? [Still mostly blind, his hands trail up his own legs, eventually reaching the edge of the dress, at which his expression deadpans and his voice goes flat.] I am wearing an absolutely ridiculous frilly dress right now, aren't I?

And if you are? [Where before her voice was pretty even, she can’t keep the hint of mischief and amusement from it now.]

You're broadcasting this, aren't you?

And if I am?

[At that, John turns to where he thinks Rose, and therefore the camera, is (really, he’s a little off, but the CameRotom moves a little to adjust for this error). Using both hands, he forms identical "v-for-victory" signs to frame his face, pulling the biggest, dorkiest, most painfully cheesy grin he can muster. He is pretty much straight from the mangas right now and his Prankster’s Gambit is plummeting.]

[...yet somehow, it seems impossible to read anything other than murderous intent from John right now.]

[The Rotom cackles and the feed ends for now. Though Tron's work is far from done here, he still has a few tricks up his non-existent sleeves.]

B: Action for Goldenrod City
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((ooc: John's back from hiatus coma-land, responses may come from both.))

[When John clicks on the feed today, he's accompanied by not one, but two Lopunnies. The One of them (Casey, judging by the pink sweater) is half-cradling the other and stroking its head, occasionally making shhh'ing noises. A Shinx lays next to them, and in John's lap rests the head of the saddest looking shiny Gallade you'll ever see. John himself looks exhausted, though moreso in the emotional sense than the sense of needing to take a nap.]

[He stares at the screen blankly for a good minute before finally speaking, in a voice that sounds as dull and tired as he looks.]

Vriska Serket has gone back home. If any of her Pokemon found their way to you, please let me know. I want to make sure they're all accounted for. And if they did just...promise me that you will take good care of them.

[He falls silent again, looking as though there's more he wants to say. In the end, he can't figure out what to say and ends up tightening his grip on the (what appears to be) a piece of twine clenched in his right hand.]

That's all.

[Click.]

[The lovely Violet City hotel carpet is the only thing that can be seen when John's pokegear flicks on today. Isn't that just a lovely pattern? Yeah, that sure is some nice carpet, let's all behold its glory for a moment..........yeah no, moving along.]

John, do you think you could possibly fetch something for me? It seems I managed to cut myself and require a bandage now.

Oh no! Are you okay?!

I will be fine, don't worry. I simply need a band-aid. Possibly disinfectant as well.

Ahhh! Okay, I can do that! Hold on!

[Finally, the camera moves! Goodbye carpet, hello John! Well, the back of John anyway as he is currently moving across the room towards the bathroom so that he might retrieve a band-aid for his friend. Apparently, Rose is in possession of his pokegear and for some odd reason felt the need to film this. Hmm...I wonder why?]

[As John pulls open the door, a bucket falls from the top of it and lands upside-down on his head. As if that wasn't bad enough, the bucket was apparently filled with water. Keyword there being was as the water is now all over John and the floor instead.]

[John is silent for a moment, still facing away from the camera with the bucket on top of his head at a jaunty angle.]

Rose...

Yes, John?

...you didn't really cut yourself, did you?

Oh no, John. I did. It's a papercut, so really it likely doesn't need a band-aid. But I did.

[John is silent once again, but then his shoulders begin shaking with silent giggles. After a moment, the giggles turn into full out laughter as he turns around, soaking wet but grinning from ear to ear.]

Haha! You got me, good one Rose! I really-- [His words taper off as he catches sight of the gear in Rose's hand. Is the recording light on? ...Oh god, it is.]

Rose! Was that on the whole time?! Why would you eve-- [There is a slight whine to his voice as he crosses the room and shuts the feed off, cutting off his own sentence.]

((ooc: For those not involved in the other pranks/those who were involved but never figured it out, John and Rose have switched 'gears for the day. That being said, Rose will likely be the first to respond to you. She might be convinced to hand the 'gear over to John though if you ask. Or he might just inject his unsolicited two cents as usual.))