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tentacletrainer) wrote2013-01-04 12:19 pm
tentacletrainer) wrote2013-01-04 12:19 pm
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Chapter 52; Video; Text
[[Though the ID on this broadcast points to this being one Rose Lalonde, the face which greets any watchers is not the expected blonde. Instead it's a very small, pink-accented Dunsparce, staring curiously at the screen. Or, well...presumably it's a curious stare. It's kind of hard to tell with Dunsparce. It might be hungry for all we know.
After a few moments, a golden Cottonee nudges against the little snake, trying to peer into the strange device as well. It hums curiously, flailing one of its leaf-like arms at the 'gear.]]
One of my favorite aspects of newly hatched Pokemon is their curiosity with the world around them. Well, in most cases at least.
[[Ah, there's the voice of the Pokegear owner.]]
These two hatched from the eggs John and I received from our mysterious Christmas benefactor. As you can see, they don't follow the typical color pattern of Dunsparce or Cottonee. Their names are Betty Crocker and Phoebi respectively and they are obviously pleased to meet you. I suppose now is as good as ever to make a more public request. If anyone else has any...atypical Pokemon like these, would you be willing to allow me to take notes on it? You see, I--
[[A voice from somewhere even further off screen (the kitchen, to be exact) responds to that before anyone else has the chance to.]]
Quirky, Rose! They aren't abnormal, they are just uniquely quirky.
John, whether or not you wish to accept it, they are atypical. They're unusual.
[[A somewhat awkward silence follows as John fails to say anything, eventually prompting Rose's attention back to the network.]]
Anyway, as I was sa-- [[What sounds suspiciously like a head coming into contact with some unknown hard surface followed by a body hitting the floor cuts her off before she has the chance to finish her sentence.]]
...John?
[[When there's no reply, she gently tugs the gear away from the two Pokemon.]]
I suppose this is being cut short. I'll have to introduce them after I assist John with whatever he's doing in the kitchen.
[[And then the feed ends.]]
[TEXT; sent about an hour later; private to Dave, Jade]
John passed out.
I'm fairly certain this is one of those memory comas, though I've taken him to the hospital at the insistence of Elliot because he decided to do this in the kitchen at the counter.
He hit his head pretty hard on his way down on something.
The nurses say he should be fine and that there's no damage but the bruise and swelling, though they'll be keeping him here to monitor him.
It should go without saying, but you're both encouraged to travel on without us for now.
He'll be out about a week, and then we'll catch up with you.
<3
[TEXT; sent about fifteen minutes after the last; private to Jake, Jane]
I'm not sure if you'd want to know this kind of thing, but I would if it were Roxy or Dirk so I'm going to let you know anyway.
John passed out earlier, hitting his head on the counter on his way down as he was busy making lunch.
At the insistence of Elliot, I took him to the hospital.
The nurses say he'll be fine, but he'll be out for a week because I'm certain this is one of those memory comas that often hit.
We'll be in Goldenrod while he's out at the hospital as they want to keep an eye on him.
Just so you are aware.
[TEXT; Public; sent about fifteen minutes after THAT one.]
In case any of his friends may be concerned, John Egbert has slipped into one of the memory comas.
We will be staying in Goldenrod for the duration.
After a few moments, a golden Cottonee nudges against the little snake, trying to peer into the strange device as well. It hums curiously, flailing one of its leaf-like arms at the 'gear.]]
One of my favorite aspects of newly hatched Pokemon is their curiosity with the world around them. Well, in most cases at least.
[[Ah, there's the voice of the Pokegear owner.]]
These two hatched from the eggs John and I received from our mysterious Christmas benefactor. As you can see, they don't follow the typical color pattern of Dunsparce or Cottonee. Their names are Betty Crocker and Phoebi respectively and they are obviously pleased to meet you. I suppose now is as good as ever to make a more public request. If anyone else has any...atypical Pokemon like these, would you be willing to allow me to take notes on it? You see, I--
[[A voice from somewhere even further off screen (the kitchen, to be exact) responds to that before anyone else has the chance to.]]
Quirky, Rose! They aren't abnormal, they are just uniquely quirky.
John, whether or not you wish to accept it, they are atypical. They're unusual.
[[A somewhat awkward silence follows as John fails to say anything, eventually prompting Rose's attention back to the network.]]
Anyway, as I was sa-- [[What sounds suspiciously like a head coming into contact with some unknown hard surface followed by a body hitting the floor cuts her off before she has the chance to finish her sentence.]]
...John?
[[When there's no reply, she gently tugs the gear away from the two Pokemon.]]
I suppose this is being cut short. I'll have to introduce them after I assist John with whatever he's doing in the kitchen.
[[And then the feed ends.]]
[TEXT; sent about an hour later; private to Dave, Jade]
John passed out.
I'm fairly certain this is one of those memory comas, though I've taken him to the hospital at the insistence of Elliot because he decided to do this in the kitchen at the counter.
He hit his head pretty hard on his way down on something.
The nurses say he should be fine and that there's no damage but the bruise and swelling, though they'll be keeping him here to monitor him.
It should go without saying, but you're both encouraged to travel on without us for now.
He'll be out about a week, and then we'll catch up with you.
<3
[TEXT; sent about fifteen minutes after the last; private to Jake, Jane]
I'm not sure if you'd want to know this kind of thing, but I would if it were Roxy or Dirk so I'm going to let you know anyway.
John passed out earlier, hitting his head on the counter on his way down as he was busy making lunch.
At the insistence of Elliot, I took him to the hospital.
The nurses say he'll be fine, but he'll be out for a week because I'm certain this is one of those memory comas that often hit.
We'll be in Goldenrod while he's out at the hospital as they want to keep an eye on him.
Just so you are aware.
[TEXT; Public; sent about fifteen minutes after THAT one.]
In case any of his friends may be concerned, John Egbert has slipped into one of the memory comas.
We will be staying in Goldenrod for the duration.