[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.]

[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.]

[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.]