[The screen flickers and buzzes before focusing on a thoroughly soaked and annoyed looking albino. Gilbert, the albino, is dressed in what seems to be a black tank top and a dark blue pair of boxers. It is obvious that when he arrived here, he was either in bed, or dressed for it. He scowls down at the screen, and rakes his slim fingers through his hair, slicking it back before ruffling it in obvious aggravation]

Alright, this is some sort of...video thing. Great. Guess who ever kidnapped me was nice enough to stick a starfish camera on my face. Thanks for almost giving me a fucking heart attack. Jerk!

[Gilbert lets out a loud huff and the screen jostles, briefly peering at the floor when the albino moves to stand up. The screen remains staring at the floor, but Gilbert's voice is audible] 

What the hell is this place anyway? Looks like I'm in an underground Sea world. And what the fuck is this...tattoo thing? Tch, it's dark... 

[The screen is moved to view the dark mark on the underside of Gilbert's wrist, the faint glow from the SFC letting the albino have a better view of it. After a moment, the screen moves again to focus on Gilbert's angry face]

I'm usually a pretty cool guy, but if the freak who kidnapped me is watching this, you better damn well hope I don't find you! You better send me home soon, alright?! There's a case of beer in the fridge and if I don't defend it, Bruderchen will drink it all without me! That and...and I was in a middle of a raid! My character's probably dead now...dammit... 

[Gilbert frowns contemplatively at the screen]

Does this function as a phone too? Can I send SOS videos on it? Although I don't think the coastguard can help me unless they pack a submarine underneath their tower chair things. Hellooooo~ anyone out thereeeee~ or am I a crazy person talking to a starfish?

[For a few seconds the SFC is only showing...dirt? Yeap! Dirt! After a second or two though there is suddenly bright line and when your vision clears it's a nice view of the park. There's the sound of something crunching off screen before the SFC is turned around to show a rather annoyed looking bunny.]

Alright.

Da gag was funny the first few days but I got a picture to make and Leon ain't gonna be happy if I miss my cues.

[The SFC is balanced somehow and Bugs pulls out a rather large road map and begins to look at it, ignoring the fact that the SFC is still recording.]

Well...I guess I could take da fork back in Walla Walla...den straight down to Cucamonga. Den just wait for dat train ta Aneheim...

[The feed will eventually time out; after a few carrots and sly glances towards the camera.]

((reminder for permission post))

 [So there's a soaking wet cat on your network today, Vatheon. A pissed-off soaking wet cat. There's a moment of annoyed sounds that are far too human to be cat-protests as he shakes himself dry, and then he proceeds to... Rant into his communicator. No, he doesn't know what it is, but it's the only thing he's got on him and it seems like a good thing to do at the time. Enjoy your Bronx-accented cat.]

THAT'S THE LAST TIME I LET YOU TWO LUGS DRIVE. How many times are we gonna crash before one of youse guys learns how t' navigate? 

[He glances around.] And what the heck didja do with the sub?

[....And that's when something occurs to him. He's alone. And he's talking into a starfish.

Um.]

...Jess? Jimmy?

[...Oh. This sure isn't the Hoenn Region unless it relocated to underwater.]

....Um. Guys?