[It's around 9am when this particular video comes onto the network, though the state of the man in front of the camera would leave you believing it was earlier. He certainly looks as though he just crawled out of bed, and perhaps he did! His hair isn't particularly styled, though not a complete disaster case of bedhead, though he is dressed in a rather fluffy looking house robe of scarlet hue. The nonplus—perhaps even downright annoyed—expression would leave one to wonder if he's had his coffee yet.
The large hand reaching into view off camera placing down a coffee cup in front of him would imply: he indeed has not.
His sleepy and irritated gaze flicks to the coffee deliverer for but a moment, before turning back to the camera as he starts.]Good morning fellow imports, 'twould seem I have been tasked with an announcement of sorts—
unexpectedly.
[There's an edge to the word, sharp like a knife. With a shake of his head, he looks down at what seems to be...flashcards? Notes? Something of the sort. With his free hand, he puts on what seems to be a pair of reading glasses as he peers at it.]Within the next few days, Elysium—or as some of you know it
Egglysium—will be opening the ranch to the public as it hosts some few harvest-themed festivities.
[As he's reading this off, one might notice a certain very tall man in the background, wearing a flannel button up, blissfully stuffing hay into the shirt. That someone is Hythlodaeus. Emet either doesn't notice, or is purposefully ignoring him.]These festivities will be available for the next moon or so, featuring such as the following: haunted hayrides in which participants are free to catch the ghosts which so choose to frighten them, costumed Cutiefly races in which the winners will be gifted various prizes, bobbing—
[He pauses. Squints. And carries on, his tone incredulous and exasperated.]...Bobbing for Applin...
Really, Hythlodaeus?
[He stops to look back at Hythlodaeus who has now since abandoned that hay-filled shirt and scurried off to do something else just as equally bizarre. What good fortune it is not on camera. He shakes his head with a sigh before turning back to the feed.]There will be some few other activities as well, should you feel the desire to indulge in such frivolity. If you have further questions, feel free to ask them. I suppose it is upon me to answer them, seeing as the host of such is far too busy with his preparations and saw it fit to place me at the helm of advertisement.
[From his tone, he clearly thinks that was a stupid decision, yet not stupid enough to not do it, considering that he just...did. Picking up his cup of coffee, he holds it up in a cheers-like motion, more so signalling farewell, before he cuts the feed.]
(ooc: a log will be put up in a couple days with further details, feel free to tag into it since it will be a mingle log. Some of the prizes will be potentially shiny Pokémon! Feel free to hit me up on plurk (
ZornSable) if you have any OOC questions!)