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.]

[Do you know the dangerous thing about sticking your pokegear in your back pocket is? Give you a hint, it involves sitting down.]

[If you guessed accidental butt-dials, you would be one hundred percent correct! And that is exactly what's happening right now as the network is graced with the sound of a boy yelping in pain.]

--eoowch!

As I told you, John. If you would hold still and relax, this would only cause minimal pain. Please try and keep that in mind.

I'm trying to, Rose! But that's a lot easier said than--ow--done. Especially since you seem to be a lot better at getting it in than getting it out.

Again. If you would hold still, pulling it out would not be such a challenge.

[There's a sound of somebody (presumably John) taking a deep breath followed by the sound of a body squirming against a sleeping bag.]

Okay, I'm still now. Just...hurry up and pull it out!

Do you really want me to "hurry"? One would think that would simply cause greater pain. But if that's really what you are requesting me to do.

Yes, please just do it quickly. This really kind of hurts and I can't stand how it feels. God, why did we think this was a good idea?

If I remember correctly, you are the one who suggested it in the first place. Something about how fun it would be. Though I do admit, I found it quite enjoyable at first.

Oh yes, it was a lot of fun until the part with the intense pain. That's about when it stopped being fun. And I'm not feeling any pulling...I would really appreciate it if that were a thing you were doing right now. Please.

Now, whose fault was that? If you had listened to my instructions, that would not have happened. I say everything with a reason. Reason being for you to listen. And I apologize. I will commence immediately.

Hey, I do too listen! Every word that falls fr-- FFFFFUCK OW! Oh my god, ow!

[A tiny chuckle.] It's out now.

Still hurts though.

Yes, well, that is an unfortunate side-effect. It will subside soon, I assure you. No offense meant by this, but I do hope you do not require a kiss to make it better.

But Rooooose. [A very fake-sounding whine. Presumably there's a pout to go along with this as well but oh the joys of audio posts.] you have maaagic kisses and I just won't feel better without one~

Perhaps after we've exhausted ourselves and retreated to bed. For now, however, there is a matter yet still to attend to.

Okay, I think I can live with that.

That is a relief to know. Now, take a few deep breaths, relax, and then we will proceed with round two once you feel you are adequately prepared.

[John takes a deep breath and the transmission abruptly cuts off.]



((ooc: IN CASE YOU COULDN'T GUESS...no, there is nothing naughty going on. John just has a couple of big splinters in his hand. And splinters hurt, man. ;n;))

[For once, there is no smile on John's face when he turns on the video feed. Instead there is a look of tired, barely-restrained panic on his face. Also unusual are the stacks of books surrounding him. Someone went to the library. Someone found every book they could on ghosts and legends.]

[Someone stayed up all night reading all those books, and it definitely shows.]

[Barely visible on the couch behind him is a lavender-clad body laid out on the couch. The face isn't visible, but to anyone who knows her, the clothes should be recognizable as those of Rose Lalonde.]

Has... [His voice is the tiniest bit shaky. He's really trying his hardest to stay calm here.] Anyone figured anything out yet? About the people who were taken, I mean? And how to get them back? I talked to a few people about it last night but...heh, it's a different day now, right? [There's a very forced, weak laugh.] I read every book I could find...but they aren't telling me anything more than the pokédex did.

[It's a little late for "don't look in their backs."]

So...yeah. If anyone knows something, I would appreciate it.

[He gives the camera once last slightly desperate look before clicking it off.]

[So it's what...2 in the morning? Yeah, some retarded time like that. Very, very late at night when people (especially growing thirteen year old boys) should be asleep and dreaming and definitely not in the middle of patches of grass right outside of Goldenrod City.]

[Unfortunately, that's where John is tonight. Why? Because his Eevee somehow just knew that tonight was the night for evolution. So that meant that they had to go outside and train RIGHT. NOW.]

[And so they did. Or well...Lestat did. John just tried his hardest not to fall back asleep.]

[At some point all of Lestat's hard work paid off, because when the feed clicks on it's to a very excited John sitting in the middle of the grass hugging an extremely wriggly and irritable-looking Umbreon.]

I knew you liked me! I knew it! Haha, you can't hide it from me anymore, Lestat. You couldn't have evolved unless I made you hap--EEOOOWW!!!

[Seems Lestat decided that that was enough gushing out of the boy for one night and that the perfect way to get him to shut up was to sink his teeth into the boy's left shoulder. Hard.]

[The feed clicks off as Casey abandons the 'gear in favor of pulling the two apart.]

[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.))

[Since John was finally starting feel a little better (his voice was still a little messed up but hey, at least that cough was finally gone) he decided that this was as good a time as any to do a little training with the Wooper Dave gave him last week.

So he's on route 32, standing in a patch of grass with a disheartened look on his face. His Dunsparce is sitting on his head looking derpy as usual and his Buneary is rolling around happily in the grass a few inches away. Apparently he still doesn't fully understand the concept of keeping all his pokémon in their pokéballs.]

[His Wooper though...is supposed to be fighting a Mareep, although that's not what's happening.]

Rose, please...use mud shot.

[The Wooper ignores him with a very bored look on her face. This has been going on for the past five minutes, even the wild Mareep isn't sure what to make of this at this point.]

Rose...pleeeaaaassseeeee. I am begging you. Do...something! Anything!

[Woop. She is so bored by all of this. John is past the stage of disheartened now and now entering the realm of utter soul-wrenching despair.]

...Flighty Broad...Please. Use. Mud shot.

[The Wooper complies, and then continues the rest of the fight without her master's direction as he had sunk to his knees in defeat. It's really tough to say whether there has been a victory here or not.]

[A video feed clicks on revealing a picture of...the ground. A pair of bright red sneakers with flames on the side are also visible peeking out from under a pair of dark jeans. A Dunsparce crawls into frame and stares(?) up at the camera curiously(?).]

Okay I think this is on...uhm. Hi everyone! It's John, and I finally made it to Cherrygrove! Aradia showed me how to use the video function, so this time you can actually see me instead of me typing all this out. Isn't that great!?

[A Pidgey joins the Dunsparce on frame, also looking up at the camera with a look that can only be described as exasperated. Clearly it does not approve of this utter failure of a video.]

Yeah, this is great. Except...I don't really have much to say. The trip was pretty much uneventful. I caught a Pidgey though! I named him Tripp after Matthew McConaughey's character in Failure to Launch. You know, because he's a bird. Failure to Launch. Bird. Get it? Haha! Come over here Tripp so they can see you. Come on.

[The Pidgey gives John (who is still off-screen except for his shoes) an 'are you serious look' and doesn't move.]

Okay well it looks like he's feeling kind of camera shy right now. Same with Colonel Sassacre...what are you both doing down there anyway? Okay well whatever, that's really all I have to say at the moment. Vriska if you're still in Cherrygrove I guess I'll meet you at the inn or something. You did wait for me, right? Right?!

[The video feed clicks off.]