[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.))

[So John was just bopping around Saffron, taking all this weird shit as it came but being completely unaffected by it himself. Well, save for that Castform that he still has no idea where it came from. But aside from that...nada. Until midday on Saturday, that is. Then he suddenly lost consciousness, right there in the middle of the street! Except his body never hit the ground. Instead, it disappeared entirely in a brief, pixellated blip. Needless to say, his Lopunny, Litwick, and Castform are more than a little confused by this. Panicked is probably a better word, to be honest.]

[Maybe you saw it, maybe you didn't. Either way, John's pokegear turns on a few minutes later, though it isn't Saffron in the background and the Egbert boy in question seems a little...off. His eyes are a rather shocking electric blue, far brighter than normal, and framed in bubblegum pink glasses. His normally dark hair has lightened to a bright gold, with a large pink lollipop is stuck to in it. Despite the fact that he's in the middle of what appears to be the Ice Path, he's wearing a short-sleeved blue shirt. And while John is typically smiling and generally a pretty happy guy, now his smile seems almost too big for his face. Occasionally, he seems to almost...glitch, his image spontaneously sort of shorting out or pixellating.]

Oh, what's this? The little text box has video too? Neato! Hehehehe. I never would have guessed that I would come back to this weird place again. At least I think this is the same place, I mean this b-- -sa-a-aaame.[Seems his speech is affected by the glitching too, not that he seems to notice.]

Anyhoo! Gotta question for ya'! What does a wicked chi-- ooooo! What's that!?! [Seems he's spotted something just a little ways away, off camera.] Ice creee-e-eee-eaa-am!?

[The gear clatters to the floor, catching a very brief shot of John's weird, hyperactive look-a-like as he dashes towards something floating a few feet away before shutting off.]



[This can only end well... wait a minute. Was that idiot wearing shorts?!]

((ooc: John's gone trickster mode for the rest of the event, responses will come from ctrl_t, unless you want interaction with the left behind pokeymens, in which case it will come from this account as usual.))