[So it's what...2 in the morning? Yeah, some retarded time like that. Very, very late at night when people (especially growing thirteen year old boys) should be asleep and dreaming and definitely not in the middle of patches of grass right outside of Goldenrod City.]

[Unfortunately, that's where John is tonight. Why? Because his Eevee somehow just knew that tonight was the night for evolution. So that meant that they had to go outside and train RIGHT. NOW.]

[And so they did. Or well...Lestat did. John just tried his hardest not to fall back asleep.]

[At some point all of Lestat's hard work paid off, because when the feed clicks on it's to a very excited John sitting in the middle of the grass hugging an extremely wriggly and irritable-looking Umbreon.]

I knew you liked me! I knew it! Haha, you can't hide it from me anymore, Lestat. You couldn't have evolved unless I made you hap--EEOOOWW!!!

[Seems Lestat decided that that was enough gushing out of the boy for one night and that the perfect way to get him to shut up was to sink his teeth into the boy's left shoulder. Hard.]

[The feed clicks off as Casey abandons the 'gear in favor of pulling the two apart.]

Was there some kind of Johto holiday that I missed? I found another egg when I woke up yesterday and I have no idea where it came from. It's in the box right now so I can't show it but...if anyone is missing an egg, let me know.

[The egg actually belonged to Clubs Deuce but he has no idea. Anyway, now that that's out of the way he can move on to his second order of business. The real reason he made this post. He holds up a small, red thing.]

I got my badge, Karkat so I'm ready to go whenever ev-- [A loud cracking noise cuts him off mid-word.] Oh shit. [He shrugs his backpack off one of his shoulders, reaching back and opening it up, mumbling something to himself as he roots around in his bag for a second.]

I really hope that was the sound of hatching and not breaking...Huh? The hell? [He pulls out a square-ish, beige-ish rock with a crack and two dots on it.] Did my egg seriously just hatch into a rock? Is this thing even al--AHHHHH!!!

[At that exact moment, a purple and green something popped out of the rock with a spirited, cackling "TOMB!!!" causing John to flail backwards, dropping the pokémon in alarm. Though it falls off screen for a second, it appears a moment later. Hello, Johto. Have a cackling Spiritomb face all up in your video feed before the now-trembling video feed is cut off with a squeak by a terrified Lopunny camera-girl.]

(ooc: badge was mod approved ♥)

( action for route 32. )

[John turns on his video feed with a dumbfounded look on his face. Those who are just tuning in may wonder why he's on the ground this time, but that's not the issue he wants to address here. In fact, he'd rather not talk about that at all.]

Okay...does anyone know if this... [He turns the camera so that anyone who's watching can see the Quagsire who is completely engrossed in the trainer's manual at this point. He then turns the camera back to himself.] ...is normal? Do all...Quagsires do this? [Yeah he had to look in the pokédex real quick for that one.] Can pokémon even read!? What am I looking at here?!

[He clicks the feed off and gets to his feet, brushing himself off. Hopefully somebody would have the answers to that. For now, there was something else he needed to take care of. He raised the pokégear once more and called Dave. Hopefully the coolkid had had enough time to cool off by now.]

( voice for dave. )

[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.]