[video / action for new bark town]

[meteorman]

[Ford is perhaps better-equipped than most to deal with suddenly being dropped into a strange world unlike anything he's ever seen before. That was his life for thirty-odd years, and that it's begun again doesn't trouble him much. He'll adapt; he always has, with time. The woman (clearly younger than him) calling herself his mother is a little strange, but further inquiry and a cursory scan of the literature included in his new backpack answer most of his questions. In particular, they explain the neat little device that looks very much like an odd cellphone. This 'Pokégear' can be used to communicate with other people, and so that is exactly what Ford decides to do. If he's learned anything in his prior experience with this sort of thing, it's to ask questions.

The camera shakes a little, and his face is sort of awkwardly off to the side of the frame, but he managed to get it working and that's the important thing. For a first try he's not doing all that badly. Behind him, trees and a couple of quaint New Bark Town roofs are visible.]

Greetings! Is greetings the polite form of salutation in this universe? My name is Stanford Pines, and like what I assume must be the majority of you, I am not a native of this world. I only just arrived today, in fact. This is probably the warmest welcome I've seen since the universe where every day is your birthday.

[That place got old really fast, honestly (and you got old really fast if you stayed there too long).]

But, to business. [He holds up a pokéball with the hand not holding the 'gear.] How do you open--

[As if on cue, the Pokéball pops open and out of the light materializes a small green creature. It takes one look at him, lets out a surprised trill, and zips away out of frame.]

Oh! [Ford peers in the direction it went, clearly thrilled to bits.] I think it hid in those bushes, hold on --

[Those who reply by 'gear will get to follow what is essentially Ford Pines liveblogging his attempts to recapture his own starter. Or perhaps, if you're in New Bark Town as well, you'd like to help in person? An old man crashing around in the underbrush on the outskirts of town is sure to draw attention.]

Video/Action for New Bark Town

[voidedgoddess]

[The video opens to an excited teenage girl sitting on the ground just outside “Mom”’s house. She’s twirling a blue piece of fabric that was her mask that match her godly pjs in her free hand and a skitty chases after it.]
OMG, isn’t this the most adorable pokémon you have ever fucking seen? Is this the universe we created? Because lbr, this is exactly the type of pokémon I would think up. And I don’t remember it from the original games or show. Is the goal really to become the very best, like no one ever was? [Guess who loved pokémon as a child. Just be happy she isn’t singing.]

[But now on to less exciting questions.]

The mom part was fucking bizarre. She was super nice and packed me a bag and lunch. But then she locked me out of the house.Is that normal maternal behavior? Because I’m pretty sure it isn’t.
[A brief pause and frown. The skitty promptly attacks her fingers and she smiles. She seems to be speaking more to herself or the cat than the pokégear.] I hope my friends answer this quickly. [If they’re even here...but that’s a problem she will deal with when she gets to it.] Or at least someone more helpful than the NPC chilling in this town. Not that they aren’t nice. [But like the chess people who surrounded her growing up, they made her feel lonely.] Gastrell the Munificent and I have poké-adventures we need to get up to. [Really excited with a broad smile aimed at Gastrell the Skitty.] This is so much better than the last video game I entered. [Not that that’s a particularly high standard.]

002. [Video / Action for Ecruteak City] (backdated to the 19th!)

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's the nineteenth, and the sun's not even up yet.]

[Not that that's particularly mattered to the network at large, considering both pleas for help and thoughtful rumination on how to get rid of the disguised ghosts have been zipping back and forth across cyperspace like busy little Combees nonstop. It's hard for anybody to sleep when a dead person has been standing awkwardly at the foot of your bed for several nights straight, so it's safe to say that nighttime posting's picked up quite a lot.]

[But it's that dark, gray-blue hour before dawn and most of the ghosts, by now, are gone. Nobody in their right mind is probably up right now to check what haunted nightowls are hollering into the void.]

[WHICH MEANS, IT'S TOTALLY THE PERFECT TIME FOR SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN STRAIGHT-UP AVOIDING EVERYBODY FOR THE WHOLE WEEK TO POST A VIDEO!]

[A darkened hotel room is the setting, and Heather Mason is the subject. The harsh blue-white glow of a 'Gear screen is hardly a flattering light-source, and the glaring shadows cast under her eyes make it obvious she hasn't been doing much sleeping. But well, this video ain't no makeup tutorial, so she doesn't care a whole lot about the fact that she's kind of a mess.]

[Once she's sure the 'Gear is on, she sets it down on some surface where it can show both her and a portion of the rest of the room, which houses three other figures: two little fox Pokemon on the bed, a Vulpix and an Eevee (who anyone that did much chatting with Heather during the festival will recognize as Cheryl), and an alarming specter by the curtains; A gaunt, severe woman in a plain dark dress, with hair so pale that it almost glows as it spills over her shoulders.]

[It's time to begin.]

[Heather gives the camera a tight smile, raising her hand in a stiff, to-the-point greeting.]</sub>

Heeeey, everybody.

Heather here. I honestly don't post a whole lot these days, sooo for those of you who don't already know me... I guess you're about to get one of the most awkward first impressions ever. Congratulations.

Anyway, I've been, uh. Spending some time with my ghost buddy here... _{[A clear nod, indicating the frankly spooky woman behind her.]} ... and we've been having a great time. Lots of screaming and crying on my part, for one thing, always fun, and there was definitely at least one broken appliance I'm gonna have to pay for when I check out of this room. And hey-- you wanna know the part that makes this a real good ghost story? That woman behind me-- she's a murderer. A genuine, bona fide killer. And my dad, the best person to ever enter my life, before or since, was one of her victims. Maybe her first. The last? Was gonna be me.

Crazy, right? Right out of a slasher flick, me and her. What a pair.

But I'm not actually taping myself right now to talk about that.

The reason I'm posting this is kind of... no, really self-indulgent, and it's probably not even going to be interesting to seventy-five percent of you, but... I don't know. Maybe someone out there needs to hear it.

So, here goes.

_{[She clears her throat, drumming a fist on her collarbone briefly.]}

Anyone who knows me, knows I've got one hell of a temper. Always been that way, always will be. We're talking, one day I'll be lowered into my grave and a thousand years later archaeologists will dig me up and open the coffin and immediately get punched in the nose by my skeleton. I'm not ashamed of that. My anger's what keeps me going, sometimes.

_{[Her tone is light, almost jovial... but then it goes serious in the blink of an eye.]}

But only one or two of you were around when the woman behind me came to Johto, for real, in the flesh. For the rest of you, I won't be cryptic about it.

I hunted her down.

( Cut for non-graphic discussion of child abuse (and also tl;dr!) )

_{[Another pause, another heavy swipe across the eyes.]}

Okay, okay... I've been just... barfing words at nobody for like twenty minutes, this's just getting embarrassing now.

If anyone's even made it this far without being like 'holy shit, this chick is a basket case' and changing to someone else's channel, you deserve a trophy or something.

I'll just finish by saying, if anyone out there... if any of you were in a bad place as a kid, if any of you had to get out for your own good... it wasn't your fault, okay?

Even if there were others who weren't as lucky, who you couldn't take with you because literally all you could do was run.

And if you were one of the ones who couldn't, and... and you still have a hard time, letting go of it all, or even believing that the people who did all those things to you were wrong?

That's not your fault, either.

_{[Throughout her talk, the sky through the window's been lightening behind her, and a tiny sliver of sun is just starting to poke out over the dark rooftops beyond. Heather doesn't notice. Her smile is strained, but she doesn't let it break.]}



Please believe that. Please.

It's not your fault.

<sub>[The white glow of the encroaching sunrise fades out most of the scene there-- but in the final frames of the broadcast, the ghost of Claudia Wolf visibly fades out, and the little Eevee's silhouette in the background takes on the color of the sun and begins to grow.]

[The feed ends there.]</sub>


[OOC: For CR still in Ecruteak who know which inn room Heather is in, they can find her snuggling her Brand New Espeon(tm)! and being really weird and emotional about childhood friends. Also, THIS GOT REALLY LONG I'M SO SORRY.]

1st Bloom; [video/action for New Bark Town]

[journalname]

[The video begins with a nice shot of some grass. And then a few trees. There's a bit of quiet shuffling, then a voice.]

...ah. Here we are.

[The camera swings around to a very, very large man. He's pale, with blonde hair and beard and reddish eyes, wearing what looks like golden armor and a long purple cape. So basically he looks like some kind of stereotypical Viking king. Also there is a Sunkern chilling out in his beard. They're obviously still in New Bark Town, though he's wandered a little ways away from Mom's house. That encounter was extremely odd.]

Howdy! I am King Asgore Dreemurr. This...is the Internet, is it not? I confess I am not sure what is going on here, but if there are any other monsters about, please call me or send a text message. Whatever this is, I'm certain it will be all right.

Also, has anyone seen this young one's parents? [He indicates the Sunkern, who chirps.] I believe they are lost.

1st Match // [video | action] New Bark Town

[fuelthefire]

[The video feed starts off with an eye.

Just one, surrounded by what looks like a mask. After a moment, the eye pulls away and the rest of the mask, which completely covers the owner's face minus the one eye, is revealed.

The voice underneath the mask is guttural and growling, but perfectly audible despite the barrier.]

Mother said to have fun and be careful.

[He rolls his eye and grumbles a bit, quietly at first but quickly growing louder. As he speaks he changes from his indoor voice to his outdoor voice, barking out the words louder and louder as he brings the camera close to his face again:]

How can I HAVE FUN WITHOUT MY AXE!??

[Somebody mad.]

rouge one | audio

[gonerouge]

[keith tried to do his best to get some reconnaissance before making this. he wanted to make sure that this planet was safe to make a call for help. he didn't discover much, but he did find out that this planet seemed peaceful, and that it was free from the galra empire.]

Hello, hello can anybody hear me? Allura? Coran? Anybody? [a pause.] This is Keith and... I'm not quite sure where I am. But someone did say that this was the world of Pokémon? If that gives you any idea to where my location is.

[he sounds a bit disgruntled now.] I would have tried to use the distress beacon in Red, but... I can't find Red anywhere. [he's trying to not lose his shit over this but lol] Anyways, for the most part I'm unharmed and--

H- Hey! What are you--?! [keith lets out a disgruntled groan as he shifts the gear from one hand to the other. guess what his litleo just did :DDDD] Oh gross you just peed all over-- [more unintelligible noises and sounds before the recording cuts off.]