[The feed opens up to what is presumably a hotel room, but it's really kind of hard to tell with how much the camera is jostling around. Is that a person? Yeah that's a person, but they don't seem to be paying attention to the camera. There's a static-y sort of giggle and a Rotom's face flashes briefly across the screen. Well that explains that.]

Tron! Come on now, dude, I know you're excited but nobody can see anything if you keep moving around like that. [The figure turns out to be John, who has moved across the room to grab hold of the whirring and giggling device. For a moment, he fixes the screen with a relatively stern look (for John, anyway). It's clearly meant for the Pokémon inside the device, not any of the viewers.]

Caaaalllmmmm. Brrrrzapp!! Good.

[John smiles and lets the device go once more. This time, the image stays still. Yup, that's a hotel room alright. Scattered about the room are a ridiculous number of brightly colored plush toys, one of which is currently having its tentacles chewed on by an Omanyte. Remember that guy? The one from the toilet? Yeah, he's still around apparently. A Lopunny, Lampent, and a Froslass are also visible; the former two chittering happily over a couple of the magnetic plush cephalopods, while the latter drifts lazily around the room, almost seeming bored.]

[But more importantly, there's also a fair-sized pile of eggs next to the couch.]

So I told myself I was only going to breed a couple of my ghosts this time but I may have ended up getting just a little overzealous in the end. [He laughs and shrugs.] Anyway, I need to start putting a little extra money away so I'm selling all of them for P3000 each. Except for the Snorunts, Goletts, and Rotoms, which are only 2000 since they have little to no egg moves. I will be sending out the full list of what I have as well as egg moves in a minute because I will be here all day if I try to verbally list off some of these. If you have any questions about the species themselves or parental temperament or anything like that, I will of course be happy to answer.

I think that about cov-- oh wait! One more thing real quick. Kind of sort of related, but I was talking with my friend Aradia the other day and we were thinking about maybe putting together some kind of ghost club. You know like... maybe get together every once in a while and go check out haunted houses or something. Just a thought, figured I would throw it out there to see if anybody would be interested in that sort of thing.

[He beams and flashes a thumbs up to the camera.]

Tron, if you would please!

Rrrzzzttt!!

[The feed clicks off and a few moments later, a text is sent out with the full list of eggs and egg moves.]

((ooc: There are still plenty of eggs left to be claimed, so have at them if you want.))

[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.))