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.]

[It's kind of hard to miss the three very large ghosts, a Dusknoir and both varieties of Jellicent, floating behind John when he turns on the feed today. Though they are hardly the only ghosts in the room. A Froslass floats lazily around the room, occasionally sending a stream of snow at the Dusknoir or the Spiritomb that sits on the floor. Both of the ghosts in question are doing their best to ignore this, though the Dusknoir Seems to be doing a better job of it. On John's shoulder sits a tiny Litwick.]

So if it's been over a year since an ectobiologist actually did something involving ghosts and biology, can he still call himself an ectobiologist? [There is a very slight pause.] No! Of course he can't, duh!

[John pans the camera over to the bed where there is a small pile of eggs wrapped in knitted blankets of varying colors. A Golett sits next to the eggs, eying them curiously. There are probably somewhere around twenty eggs or so, of several different varities:]



So, as you can see, I did something to fix that! [The camera pans back to John.] Now as much as I would like to, I obviously can't keep all these eggs myself. Pretty sure that would max out my PC storage. So I am sell--

[He cuts off as the rock-looking egg with the swirl on the front is shoved in front of the camera. It is followed shortly by the Golett's face. It nods excitedly, looking about as happy as is possible for an animated rock-ghost and points to the egg.]

Giant...

[The Gollet just keeps pointing, spinning the egg around so that it's visible from all angles. Oooo! Aaaaa! you are impressed and you want to buy this egg. But as impressed as you are, the same cannot be said for John who is now trying to push the Golett out of frame with little sucess.]

Giant, come on stop. You aren't helping! Just kind of inturrupting hones-- no Chandel, not you too!

[There's a happy almost squeak-like noise from the Litwick as she flies over to the bed to try and "help" too, john following after her. Though the eggs are much too big for her nubby little arms. It's a shame this part can't actually be seen on film, it's actually quite cute. Before this situation can get any more out of hand, the Dusknoir moves over to the camera, easily moves the Golett out of the way, picks up the camera, and ends the feed. A few moments later, a text is sent out.]

sorry about that.
anyway. eggs, selling them.
i am happy to answer any questions about the parents, eggs, and/or ghost types in general.
here's prices and junk:

[And then there's a list of species, quantity, and egg moves.]

((ooc: Claim post is the aforelinked link. I just didn't feel like posting that list up a second time. There is still a small chunk of unclaimed eggs, so have at 'em if you want 'em.))

[Though John himself is not the one who turned the feed on today (Casey the camerabunny strikes again), he doesn't seem to be completely unaware that he's being filmed. He just doesn't really care because the conversation he's having with his Sandile is far more important, obviously. The two are sitting under a tree just outside of Celadon City and appear to have been there for a while. Pinned to John's over-shirt is a shiny new Rainbow Badge.]

Diiiile!

Nak.

Sandile dile.

No dude, come on. Nnnnaaaakkkk. I know you can do it! Nak nak!

San!

Okay that's...close, I guess. Only not really. Come on, you already know how to make the n and the a sound! Say it with me. Nnnnnn.

Nnnn...

Nnnn...aaaaaa.

Nnnnaaaa...dile.

Good job, Nakadile! You're over halfway there now! Hehehehe. Nak nak nak nak nak nak nak!

Nadile nadile nadile nadile!

[And so on and so forth until Casey feels like turning the 'gear off.]

[Now that the wong has wound down somewhat, John's starting to come down from his happy high a bit. Not that this really means much since he's pretty happy anyway. Sure he was a little confused to find himself in a room in the Cianwood hotel this morning considering he was in Goldenrod last he remembered. But that's beside the point!]

[The point is, clearly, the small pile of eggs visible on screen behind him, being tended to by a Lopunny in a pink sweater, an Espeon, and an Altaria. John clears his throat. Rose has entrusted him with selling the eggs while she's out taking care of other things and dammit he is not going to screw this up! PROFESSIONALISM IS KEY.]

Good afternoon! My name is John Egbert and as you can see, I have a few eggs here that need homes. I know what you may be thinking: [He puts on a nonsensical voice.] 'but I just got an egg yesterday, John! I really don't need another one!' And that's fine, you are entitled to your own opinon but let me just ask you this. Do you know what's better than one freshly hatched baby pokemon? [A pause and then an excited:] TWO freshly hatched baby pokemon! Or more! Seriously, you can never have too many baby pokemon! Especially when they are something as adorable as an Eevee, Swablu, or Buneary! Which, in my humble opinion is pretty much the most adorable pokemon there is.

Uhm... [He falls silent. Where was he going with this? He kind of got lost in his spiel there.] Oh right! I almost forgot. Egg moves and prices! [He pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolding it and reading it. Seems Rose left him a note so that he wouldn't forget...you know. The most important part of selling eggs. Though John seems to take some issue with what's written on the paper, quirking a brow and mumbling to himself for a minute.] Are these really the right prices...? [And then he remembers that this is still filming.]

Oh! Um, I am just going to send this info as a text since it will probably be easier than having me list it off verbally. Why didn't I just do that from the beginning...

[Click! And then a text:]

eevee (p3000)
egg moves: iron tail, sand attack, growl, quick attack, bite, last resort

swablu (p3000)
egg moves: ice beam, agility, dragon rush, safeguard, dragon dance

buneary (p4000)
egg moves: fire punch, thunder punch, rain dance, thunderbolt, iron tail

if you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask! :D

((ooc: Claim post was here but obviously all the slots weren't filled. So what's left will be on a first come, first served basis!))

( cut for violet city action + incredibly crappy pixel art )

[Video Transmission; some time later...probably about 30 minutes to an hour.]

[When the feed clicks on, the image is very dark. Like, really dark. The only thing you can actually, sort-of see is John's face. And that's only because the dim light of the pokegear screen is reflecting off of his face. It's causing some major glare issues with his glasses, so you can't really see his eyes. However, he has what is quite possibly the biggest, most excited, grin ever on his face.]

Hey, did anyone know that the zig-zag pattern on Dusknoir's body is actually some kind of mouth? [A stifled, giggling noise.] Guess where I am right now?

[The feed clicks off.]

((ooc: Since the second one can technically also be action, please specify which scenario you're doing if you're going the action route. Thanks! :D))

[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.]

[John is in the pokécenter today, holding a tiny silver something between his fingers. Yup, guess who just beat Falkner?]



So, I ended up challenging the gym...even though I hadn't originally planned to.


...It went well. [No shit, Sherlock, they can see that.] And that's really all there is to say on the matter.

[For a guy who just got his first gym badge, he doesn't seem too excited. You would think a thirteen year old nerd would be over the moon about this, but he really isn't. Truth of the matter is, he was pretty excited until he made the mistake of thinking "Oh boy, I can't wait to show...Dave..." What's the point of earning a sweet badge if you can't even show your best bro because he disappeared three days ago?]

Oh, and if anyone could tell me about the Azalea gym, that'd be cool.

((ooc: badge was mod approved. :3 And sorry if this was a double post for anybody...I did something wrong with the dates again... -_-))

[When John's pokégear turns on today, it is not his face that appears on the screen, but rather the tiny, happy face of his Buneary, Casey. Where is her master? Why, he's passed out on the couch behind her. See, this is what happens when you stay up all hours of the night drawing with your pokemon. Clearly that's what they were doing because there are crayons and pieces of paper all over the floor, coffee table, and couch.]

[Casey looks particularly excited today, clutching a somewhat crinkled piece of paper in front of her. She begins speaking in a very excited manner, which of course nobody but other pokémon would understand. ((ooc: Luckily there are translations for us silly hu-muns. That was a terrible pun and I should feel bad.))]

Um, hi everybody! I noticed that some of our parents like to share their drawings on the network...and I want to share mine! And then I want everyone else to share theirs!

[Excitedly she turns the paper she was holding around and holds it out to the camera. Yup. It's a crayon drawing alright.]

I drew my family! [She points to the doodle in the top left corner.] Um, this is my daddy and my mommy and me! Daddy's really silly but I love him! And mommy...I guess she really isn't my mommy. But I like to think she is. Maybe one day she really will be! [Casey, please stop implying things about John and Rose, it's embarrassing.]

And then these are all my brothers and sisters! Tripp, Sassacre, Slimer, and Flighty Broad! [The Pidgeotto, Dunsparce, Gastly, and Quagsire, respectively.] Oh, and Guile! She's my best friend, and maybe one day my sister! Because Rose is her mommy! [She points to the Eevee.]

And then...this is my Uncle Karkat! [Pointing to this ANGRY-looking fellow in the bottom left corner now.] If you can't tell...he's really angry. Like, all the time. But I still love him, he's probably just needs more sleep! Or carrots! [Moving on to this cool motherfucker in the bottom right corner...] This is my Uncle Dave. He's really cool. Like, the coolest guy ever. 'Cept for my dad, but shhh don't tell Dave I said that! And then this girl right here is my Auntie Jade! She's REAAALLYYY nice! And always gives me something sweet! [Pointing to the only doodle left now.]

So yeah...that's my family! Now everyone show me yours, okay? Or tell me about them if you don't have any arms to draw with!

[The feed clicks off. Pokemon: you heard the girl. Draw your families! Trainers: Feel free to ask her about her drawing since the only explanation you got was a lot of "bun bun buneary!" Alternatively, you could try talking to John but good luck waking him up.]

[When the video feed clicks on, it is to a scene of John in his hotel room haphazardly throwing stuff into his bag. Clearly, he's not the one operating the pokégear. since he only has one pokémon with actual appendages, it's pretty obvious that Tripp the Pidgey is the cameraman at the moment.]

Okay...Vriska, Aradia, Gamzee, Eridan I don't feel like trying to track all four of you down so hopefully you'll all see this. Rose just made it to Cherrygrove so we're ready to go if you four--

[A semi-loud crack from a source somewhere off screen stops him mid sentence. He looks over his shoulder towards something that can't be seen from the current camera angle.]

Oh, no way.

[He drops his bag to the floor and walks off screen. It takes Tripp a minute to adjust the camera so that John's visible again, but once he manages it, it becomes obvious what distracted him: his buneary egg is hatching. It takes a few moments for the tiny creature to fully extricate itself from its egg, but when it does...]

OH MY GODDDDDDD!!!

[John picked up the small pokémon and proceeds to flip the fuck out. He is basically dancing around that room make strange unintelligible shrieking noises of joy. His Buneary doesn't seem to mind and is actually making happy little squeaky noises as well. There's no way half the inn isn't hearing this shit.]

[The video feed cuts off.]

[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.]