VIDEO - BACKDATE JUNE 25, MORNING

[seacub]

[Emporio didn't really expect to not spend festival night in his shopping-cart-tent- which by all rights shouldn't exist, but apparently did, as evidenced by it being foisted upon him in February earlier that year- but he supposed that for the purposes of whatever it is that he just woke up to, it was probably a good thing. The tent after all, was kind of small- were he a full grown adult and not a kind of scrawny 14 year old, it'd be pretty awkward. As it was, he was pretty sure the only reason the pop-out tent balanced on a grocery cart when unfolded had something to do with weird pokemon technology.

But all of that was hardly the point. Festival night had brought a lot of strange things, after chaining his grocery cart up outside a hotel. He didn't expect to be staying at one thanks to Italian Mob Generosity, and for that matter he didn't expect to be taking advantage of various existing connections to have someone mail him the camping stuff he got from Jonathan, but that's a whole thing in itself.

At least maybe now someone could use the stuff, but that thought is really not on his mind right now.

Because Emporio that morning, upon waking on the hotel cot that was graciously given to him after he insisted repeatedly that he was fine not using the beds and 'really Mister Bucciarati, it's all better than a piano' (he regretted saying this as soon as everyone present winced), was met with something very. Very. Unexpected.

Big, utterly massive, it's fluffy and feathery and that sure is a Drampa, he finds himself thinking somewhat hysterically as he fumbles for his pokegear and tries to turn it on.

The Drampa doesn't move. It's quite content to rest all ten feet of its ridiculous bulk (technically 9'10'', but really at that size who doesn't round up) on top of him the entire time.

...He has...a bad feeling, but just in case-

The camera clicks on, and Emporio sighs from under a pile of fluffy feathers.]

Did....anyone lose their pokemon..?

139th moon [video]

[paladinlost]

Goodness, is it that time of the year already?


[Cecil does not specify what 'that time of the year' means, but it might have something to do with the huge pile of eggs he's currently filming. Possibly. Just a hunch.

In front of the pile in question, Rosie the Clefable waves, beaming. Look! Look what they all accomplished this year!]


As you can see, I have eggs for sale! 500P for the Magikarp, the Caterpie, the Lunatone, the Carbink, the Snom, the Minior and the Voltorb; 1500P for all other species. You can purchase as many as you wish, and if you cannot afford them immediately we can establish a payment plan. Please note that my clutches cannot include shiny Pokémon, or those rarer abilities that sometimes spring up in bloodlines. ...Am I missing anything, Rosie?


[Apparently he is, as she starts chattering and gesticulating with great enthusiasm. An enthusiasm that is not at all matched by the sigh Cecil offers in response.]


Rosie also wants you to know that if you mistreat those darling babies in any way, she will track you down and make you pray for the sweet release of death. Please keep that in mind before your purchase.