II // [video]

[demyxusedsplash.livejournal.com]

[When Demyx appears on the screen, he looks significantly more disheveled than in his previous messages. His normally well-groomed hair is mussed and his coat appears to have a layer of dust covering it. The first thing he does is raise one of his black boots, then slowly tip it over with a scowl. A fair amount of sand pours out of the opening.]

Sandstorms. Suck. [He sighs and pulls the boot back on.] I mean, have you guys seen this place? Sandstorm central! I've got sand everywhere, I'm tellin' you! Ugh, I'm lucky I found this place, really... 'Else I'd probably still be stuck out there.

... Oh! Right, uh... Miror! Didja know there's totally a bunch of ruins around here? That's where I am now! Looks sorta like it might've been some sorta castle once upon a time. [He moves his wrist around, showing the clay walls and pillars around him. Soon, the video pans back over to him.] There's a whole bunch of Pokemon around here, too-- I caught a turtle! A sea turtle. In the middle of the desert. [He shrugs.] Don't ask me how, but it's for real.

[Suddenly, there's a loud bellowing sound-- something close to a roar. Demyx's eyebrows shoot up, and he begins glancing over his shoulders in alarm.] Uh... Yeah, there's also that. Something keeps making that noise, and it--

[Another roar, this time louder in volume, and screeching. The wall behind him seems to rattle; dust scatters. Demyx scrambles to his feet.] Aw crap, I gotta get outta here...!

[And so he does! He glances briefly at the Xtransceiver as he runs.] Uh, y'know... leave me a message or somethin'! See ya! [He hastily cuts the feed.]

001 ☄ [Video]

[temporalbabble.livejournal.com]

[Good evening, Unova! Care to take a gander at the network today, and... your eyes might hurt a bit. Someone is shining a blue light into the screen, from some sort of long, silver device. It is eventually pulled back, leaving a somewhat raggedy-looking man squinting at the screen. Floating just behind his shoulder is a pair of glowing green eyes-- an Elgyem.]

Is this working...? Light? [His voice is thick with an Estuary accent. The Elgyem blinks, and makes a few affirmative high-pitched sounds. The man arches his eyebrows and grins, looking fascinated.] Ah, yes, the light! Now, that’s rather simple, isn’t it? Anyways--

Hullo! I’m the Doctor. Now, can anyone tell me where exactly I am? I just turned up here-- but just me, not anything else. Don’t see how I could just turn up like that, but here I am! And “here” is certainly nowhere I’ve been before... Which is funny, seeing as I’ve been pretty much everywhere-- And there doesn’t seem to be any way out, does there? A bit troubling, that... Ah, can't be helped, I suppose. [Not until he finds the TARDIS, at least... He glances over his shoulder, finding the Elgyem. Its eyes widen in alarm, and it shies away from him, floating off-screen.]

Normally, I would just ask these things to the locals here-- but it seems this one doesn’t talk much. Just makes this sort of... blinking with her hands. Interesting sort of communication, but I can’t say it’s easy to get specifics from... So here I am! Does this get broadcasted to everyone? The signal seems to reach out to anyone that has one of these things... It's clever, very clever. Brilliant creatures, you all. Right then, I'm sure you can help answer the few questions I've got?

that is the worst place for a nap jade what are you doing [action]

[gnostictrainer.livejournal.com]

[If you manage to get a fair distance past the performers who are the highlight of Route Five, you may notice a young girl lying there beside some bushes with an egg in her arms.

Between you and me, though, that egg wasn't there when she first got there.

From a distance she might look like a dead body or something equally as morbid but no, Jade just happened to fall asleep looking for Pokémon. What can I say, narcolepsy is a pain.

Regardless of eggs and narcolepsy and all of these other inconveniences, the fact if the matter is that there is a thirteen-year-old girl sleeping/possibly being a dead body depending on how good you are at jumping to conclusions in the middle of somewhere that is probably somewhat dangerous, quite inconvenient and all in all can't be very comfortable.

Somebody should probably do something.]