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[Good evening, friends. Sollux kicks this feed off with a shot of four baby Pokémon -- a Dratini, Bulbasaur, Venipede, and Larvitar -- all kind of napping or something together. The Gear lingers on them for a second, and then twirls back around so everyone watching can get an eyeful of Sollux's hideous glasses. Oh god they're awful.] So, since Team Megido has now touched base in Olivine and I have nothing to do because, oh look, I already have my motherfucking Gym Badge [this was directed towards someone off-screen], I decided that now would be a great time to dick around a little on the PokéGear.

So, it's getting damn close to summer. The weather's getting warmer and it's fucking fabulous, I literally couldn't be happier with the current state of the thermometer right now. Unfortunately, all of the springtime fun and allergies and shit also meant that I have four freshly-hatched little asswipes crawling around all over the place. I think everyone's kind of sick of them by no-- oh, wait, did I say four? Sorry, meant five. [And the screen moves AGAIN, to a picture of an adorable baby Vullaby picking at her feathers.] Look at that bitch. Found her wandering around in the Safari Zone. Do you people know how long I've been looking for one of these? Way too fucking long.

[And then the feed goes back to him. Maybe he's done gloating about his altogether unremarkable accomplishments... maybe.] And now I'm going to get back on topic. Summer. Back on Trollplanet, the Dim Season didn't mean much except the night-time got hotter, and the day-time got... well, also hotter, but the sun also kind of scorched all of your skin off if you walked out there anyway. There weren't any of these... festivals or holidays or shit. In fact, there weren't any festivals at all.

So, what's the difference between a festival and those godawful parties? Please tell me they're at least bigger. I've been dragged to several holiday parties now and all of them have had too many people in not enough room.

[The feed turns on today to reveal one (1) nice, idyllic scene of the clearing in front of Azalea Forest. The sun is shining, (what's left of) the trees are rustling, and a bunch of Pokémon in the grass are beating the tar out of each other. ...No, wait, they're just playing. There's a lot of mis-aimed attacks and a fair bit of ear-biting, but the shrieks of pain from the other Pokémon are halted when the offending ear-biter gets levitated into the air and shaken around a little. Sollux's team is composed of five right now, four ickle babbies and one nearly-level-100 Claydol overseeing the shenanigans. (It is the one levitating the Pokémon who try foul play, of course.) An Eevee and Combee are facing off in one corner, and a Yamask and Shiny Mienfoo in the other, but shortly after the video begins that whole scene begins to deteriorate as it turns into a four-mon free for all. The Claydol apparently has no problem with this.]

CY, behind you! Pay attention!

[At Sollux's intervention (shouted from behind the PokéGear), the Combee known as Crystal flies upwards just in time to avoid a flying tackle from the Eevee, who spits angrily at her before lunging for someone else. We turn away from that delightful visage to a shot of Sollux, holding the Gear in one hand and a very strange Badge Case in the other. 'Strange' in the sense that the first two slots are filled with the Zephyr and Hive Badge, cuts directly to the Fog Badge, and then the Mineral Badge, and then a Kanto Volcano Badge all alone at the bottom.]

Remember, kids, sequence breaking is not cool. It makes for a lot of running around and embarrassingly easy wins later on. [He shuts the case and tosses it in his bag, ignoring the thrashing Yamask trapped in the air behind him. And yes -- you really don't want embarrassingly easy wins. Good way to get judged by the locals, those.] So anyway, yeah, new Badge get. I already swept the floor with Bugsy, though, so while everyone else is in Azalea I'm just hanging around. Looking at the Gear this morning, it looks like a bunch of you have your minds occupied with the Johto holiday dedicated to your weird-ass monoquadrant form of relationships. But for those of us who don't look gooey-eyed at anyone [Sollux has never been good at hiding his denial] what are the rest of you planning to do this Valenti--goddammit, NA, control yourself for thirty seconds, won't you?!

[He drops the Gear on the ground and runs over to the ruined scene behind him, where Naginata (the overly-ambitious Eevee) has now sunk her claws a bit too hard into Crystal's wings, and one of them has been torn into ribbons. After freaking out and shouting a few words that should never, ever be said in front of young Pokémon, Sollux storms back over and turns off the Gear.]







[That night, an anonymous text message pops up on the Network. Anyone who tries to respond will get no reply.]

Psst. Who's sticking around in Goldenrod after the breeder con? Probably a lot of you. Noontime, February 17, on top of the Goldenrod Department Store. PFC, Egg-watching services available.

[Sollux has been wandering around all by his lonesome since the Cinnabar incident, letting Karkat and Vanitas have their... alone time without a third wheel intruding. He's sure they were very grateful, but didn't actually get around to telling them he was leaving, so he couldn't be sure. He's been doing his own wanderings all over the place, contemplating maybe getting Badges or something... and never actually getting any Badges. Good job, Sollux. But now it's time to actually kick his ass back into gear; the Pokémon are getting antsy from all this wanderlust. He can feel it by the way Fefero slams him over the head with a cannon. That's a bored cannon.]

[There's a really quick video post up on the Network now; it looks like he's sitting on a beach, Axolotl the Absol on his lap as usual. Resting in Olivine does have its perks.]

Anyone in Johto know a place to go for the holidays? Preferably in a town with a Gym? [And yet he hasn't left the city yet.] I feel like integrating myself with the locals and getting my ass out of this chair at the same time.

[Fortunately, Sollux's little run-in with the Yamasks had not been televised at any point. This is mostly because he was too busy hiding in corners and screaming about THE VOICESSSSSS. But before that had happened, he had also caught one of the little buggers, and it was now sitting in its Pokeball like a child in time-out because Sollux was angry at the Yamask that had made him flip his shit, and therefore the entire species had to suffer for it. He's really a very mature adult. Aren't journeys supposed to make people grow up?]

[But that is all in the past now, thank god, and as the feed begins, he's just sitting in the Pokemon Center's lobby petting his Absol. D'aww. How cute.]

...So.

[He glances over at a laptop sitting nearby. Of course this little nerd had bought himself a real live computer, even though he has a perfectly functional Gear right there.]

Sollux Captor reporting live from the shitty chunk of rock that is Cinnabar Island. According to everything I've seen and heard so far, there's supposed to be a Gym around here, but all I see is a Pokemon Center and a hell of a lot of Krabbies. What's the deal?

[In what is apparently becoming a recurring trend, Sollux doesn't look very happy as he turns on the PokéGear. Sure, he's covered in scratches and clearly hasn't slept well in days, despite the glasses hiding his tired eyes. There isa new Pokémon around him now, a small red and green dragonfly; it's not hard to guess at least one of the reasons why he's in such a sour state, because one of them is a Yanma, one of the rarest little buggers on the route north of Goldenrod. One wonders how long he spent looking for that thing.]

[The other reason would probably be the fact that he seemingly decided that his spirit animal is a Zapdos.]

[His previously black hair now has streaks of very yellowish blond in it, for one thing. And where it curled oddly before, each and every hair is now straight as a pin -- and at a seventy-five degree angle, sticking up from his head like he went Super Saiyan while no one was looking. The PokéGear is being held by Baltoy, whose limb can sometimes be seen repositioning the camera; Sollux seems unwilling to touch it himself, any more than he absolutely has to. Probably a wise decision, considering what he's learned on Alternia about tech and unchecked electricity.]

[But he doesn't seem to be ranting about this makeover today; he's not mentioning it at all, even though he certainly noticed. Instead, he looks up at the sky for a moment and back at the PokéGear. Apparently, someone has missed the demolition derby carried out on the local Pokémon Center, but what he heard from out on the Route is definitely not telling his survival instincts to go and check it out.] 

What the hell is happening back in Goldenrod? I just heard some fucking unholy noises from over there.

Inventory.

♊ swag bag basics:
-- 1 change of clothes.
-- 3 changes of undergarments
-- 1 washcloth, 2 towels (one small, one larger), 1 toothbrush, 1 travel-sized pack of toothpaste
-- clothes line, 6 clothes pins, and rubber gloves
-- Trainer Handbook
-- 1 sleeping bag
♊ sanitary miscellanea

player.
NAME: Gira
JOURNAL: murkrows
E-MAIL: breloomasaurus@gmail.com
CONTACT INFO: startropics
CHARACTERS PLAYED: None

( No more talk of darkness... )