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| [Click! There is now an Eevee on the screen, pawing at the display as though he is trying to break through.
And then there's Maka picking him up and depositing him on her shoulder. She looks somewhat tired and there are books scattered about in the background, but not grouchy at least (unlike the other times Maka lacks sleep).]
His original owner has been gone for some time now, so I guess that means I've officially inherited Pip here.
[A pause as Pip nibbles on one of her pigtails and Maka casts a glance at him.]
That's his name. He's something called a Pokemon, but the problem with that is uh...there's no such thing as Pokemon in my world, so I'm not completely sure how to take care of him. What he needs and all that. There's got to be some people from Pip's world here, or at least people that know how to take care of a Pokemon...
[She picks Pip up again and places him down in front of her to give her pigtail a break as she laughs awkwardly.]
I'm afraid the only pet I've ever had is a cat that can actually tell me what she wants when she wants it, so I'm a little inexperienced... | |
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| [Well, here's Meowth on a street somewhere. And here's Meowth's thought bubble, which is currently just a mass of squiggly lines to indicate his irritation.] What's a cat got t' do to get some privacy 'round here? I ain't spendin' the rest o' the week locked in a closet. I got important business to take care of and I can't get nothin' done with this thing followin' me around.
[Someone must have upset a ball of yarn somewhere because one rolls by. Meowth pretends not to notice it. His thought bubble, however, goes through a series of ??? :D :D?? while he's distracted by flailing at his SFC.] And another thing-
[Side-eye. The thought bubble is now showing a crudely drawn image of Meowth playing with the ball of yarn. Damn his cat urges. He shakes it off.] As I was sayin', I got-
[OH SCREW IT. He tosses the SFC aside and darts after the escaping yarn ball. Offscreen, you can hear him shouting.] Hah! Come to Meowthy little yarn ball.
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| [She's not happy at all when Silver basically lied and sent her somewhere far from him. By the time she realised it, she try to call for him. And then go back to his original broadcast and see the other responses.
After a few days of frantic searching, she appears on the network. Amane would look strange, because she's not in her uniform or wearing her distinctive headdress. In fact, she looks practically normal in her attire.
Such is the attire of Wendy from Peter Pan.]Have anyone seen Silver? | |
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| [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?
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