( 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))

[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.]