[ GREETINGS, FRIENDS.

It's been about a month or so since this face graced the network. He's been hard at work with his latest venture. What is that venture, you ask??

WELL... When the Gear DOES flip on, all viewers are greeted by Stan rushing backward a few paces and nearly tripping backward through the backdrop he has made out of Gengar-Themed Wrapping Paper. Some spooky-sounding music has begun playing in the background to add to the ~ambiance~.

What could this mess POSSIBLY BE? ]

Have YOU ever wanted to have your own menagerie of Ghost pokemon?

Have you ever wanted to keep salesmen or those guys who hand out church pamphlets away from your house?

Or have you ever wanted to terrify local children because they won't stay off your lawn?

Well have I got an answer for you!

[ He throws up his hands in a TADAAAAA motion and a Murkrow with a banner attached to her tail flits by overhead bearing the words MISTER MYSTERY ENT. ]

Then consider doing business with Mister Mystery Enterprises!

We've got Gastly, we've got Duskull, we've got spooky Pumpkins, and MUCH, MUCH MORE. We've got Meowth bred by our foundation Persian Misery who won't disappoint. Let me tell you, she won't disappoint. [ And she actually won't. She's pretty impressive. ]

Even better: We've gotten some hard to find SHINY EGGS. [ He ducks down and picks up an egg that's... Covered in glitter like some kind of Easter egg. ] See this? They're so shiny, they straight-up sparkle. Isn't that neat? 100% guaranteed shiny eggs. Holy smokes!

So come on down to Mister Mystery Enterprises and find YOUR new Pokemon today!

Located at the Ekruteak Inn, room 66. Alternatively leave a note here and it'll be delivered for a small service charge.

[ Peace out. ]

(( Egg post is over here! ))

[ Finally having escaped the death-grip of Violet City and the fusions, a message from Johto's favorite swindler pops up. He is seated in a rather comfy-looking (albeit hotel-quality) chair with a lithe, gorgeous Persian seated at his right with her face on his leg, and a tall, foreboding Xatu who towers above at his left with his folded neatly in front of him. The latter seems to just stare at the camera with that characteristic, unblinking foresight gaze the species is famous for. He just looks a little more... direct. ]

Hello there, Johto! [ Stan boasts. Misery the fresh-face Persian growls out a greeting of her own as if to "translate". ] Is all of that weirdness over now? I'm not seein' anyone walking around with spikes or paws or anything anymore. Looks like I got off easy with that one. This place isn't too different from home after all.

But hey- look how much Misery's grown in the past couple weeks. I found Hitchcock over here at the Ruins and he drew like a weed too. [ I mean, just look at that bird who doesn't even acknowledge the fact that he has been referred to. ] I've got some real good stock over here I wanna get going...

[ Behind him floats a Gastly and Duskull who just seem to be tumbling through the air leisurely. An Eevee is trying to climb up the chair but fails miserably. It looks like someone has maxed out his party. ]

I got a favor to ask. Anyone wanna gimme a ride over to Ecruteak? I got some business over there that I wanna get started on. I was gonna take a trip through Goldenrod but I can always just come back later. I'm losing valuable time if I keep screwin' around with this whole walking thing. I'm an old man. My knees are gonna explode if I keep this up. [ Oh, woe is him. ] Won't >anyone outta the kindness of their heart fly me there or something? All I got's a little cash and whatever eggs might come about when I start putting some of these guys together. Just tell me what you're after and I can probably fetch you a good price. I got a ton of things in my box now after trying to catch those goofy alphabet whatzits.

I can't let you in on what my plan is, but I'll give you a VIP pass when I open. [ don't believe him on the vip thing please ]

[ The Gastly and Duskull drift back through the background, bringing with them an object which is floating between them as if their combined spooky aura is carrying it. It is an old photograph of two young men-- one holding some sort of trophy while the other has an arm thrown about him with pride. It is clearly on the dated side but the ghosts have no problem playing with it until Stan notices their tomfoolery and turns around to swat at them with a hand. ]

PUT THAT DOWN. You're gonna rip it!! [ He swipes for it and they float higher and then forward to bring it in full view of anyone viewing the message. ] Merlin! Sabine! Quit it!!

[ The feed stops when Stan leaps forward, successfully knocking the device over and forcing it off. ]

I forgot to make an HMD but here ya go.

This post IS to be used for:
--> Constructive critique
--> Asspats
--> Reminding me of things
--> Being a cool kid

This post is NOT to be used for:
--> Being a dick

My motto is, if you don't say something, I won't know! Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours, friendo.

[ Lights up on a room at the Cherrygrove Inn. The Gear is apparently just sitting atop a pile of blankets made evident by the fluffy waves of fabric lining the lower-most section of the feed. There is no visible Stan in the picture-- maybe that's a good thing for anyone watching or who has been exposed to him since his arrival. However, a backpack filled to the brim with knick-knacks and clearly made up for someone who is going to hit the road again soon. On the wall, he has evidently spread out a paper map with a few pins put in on the major cities, though the focus seems to be on the points marking Goldenrod and Ecruteak City. Some vague scribblings can also be seen, but not read as the map is across the room.

But they definitely are pinpointing the location of the most SUCKERS in Johto within reach.

Half of the screen is suddenly taken up by the rotund form of a large Pumpkaboo who is trying to toddle her way into the blankets for a soft retreat. Before she can even think of doing so, though, a large cat's paw FWUMPS against the bed and spooks the pumpkin ghost out of her intentions with a SCREEEE! of a squeal.

Ah! It's Misery the Meowth and a new friend. The former looks like she is on the hunt and her prey is as slow and waddling as a wounded duck. But that's just how she is. ]

Miz, what're you doing?

[ Misery's attention is barely pulled away by the man's voice. Now her big eye is peering directly into the camera. ]

Is this thing on again?

[ The man dressed to the nines in his black suit (somehow having not wound up weather-beaten) picks the device up. ] Stupid thing turns on and off all the time.

[ But since we're here, we have some questions. It doesn't appear that he is too happy about having to address the public buuuut that's just how his face looks. All the while, Misery is trying to bat the Gear and the Pumpkaboo is whining in the background. ]

So I gota a couple more Pocklemin. [ That's still not how you pronounce Pokemon........... ] Bought 'em off some folks as eggs and hauled them around while I was walking. Never had any kids of my own but I know how to hatch an egg. [ Or just toss it against something and hope for the best. ]

Important Question: Where would you kids say the most people live around here? Just curious. I have a couple of ideas I wanna set into motion but this isn't a good spot. Need to get a few more monsters and set up this whole "Breeding Thing" I'm supposed to be doing. Being a businessman back at home, dense is not always best so I'm tryin' to scout a place to set up shop that isn't gonna cost me more than what I'll make. Also what do you look for when shopping for a new pet? Gotta know what the customers prefer... Size, color, breed, whatever...

[ That might be the most intelligent thing he has said so far. He DOES know what he is talking about. ]

We're gonna get outta here tomorrow. Snappy replies would be nice.

[ Misery wails until Stan flips the camera over to her and she can give the "audience" a wave and show off that she has tipped the Pumpkaboo over where it is rocking side to side in futility to escape.

rest in pumpkaboo ]

(( OoC;; If anyone wants to do an action tag, he can be found perusing the PokeMart and getting disgruntled over their prices or trying to get Misery out of a tree. ))

[ Uh-oh, it's that time again. All of the new kids have started pouring in on one of Johto's famous sweeps of the dimensions--

Well. "Kids" might not be the most appropriate term to use here. ]

The heck is going on here-- [ A popping, deafening tap-tapping on the Gear's voice recorder could pop the eardrums of anyone listening too closely. Thump, thump, it beckons dully. The voice behind it sounds gruff and with the gravelly tone of a deep-chested smoker. ] Is this thing on?

[ The video feed flips on (accidentally) and viewers are greeted to a shiny pair of shoes and the bottommost hems of a dapper pair of slacks. The thing is clearly being held upside-down... ] Stupid technology... [ A cream-colored creature saunters over those feet, rubbing on the man's legs.

The device is flipped around and our vocal complainer's face is revealed. Oh he's... Old, squinting through his glasses. ] What's the big idea here? One second I'm trying to find my slippers, and the next I'm bein' woken up by some lady who's saying she's my mom! [ A 'Reeeowr~!' mewl busts in from down below and Stan shuffles visibly to the left. ] I'm not a fan of cats either.

[ Oddly enough, he seems pretty resigned to this like it's just a bad dream or something COMPLETELY NORMAL. ]

I shouldn't've eaten that can of peas before bed. Should'a known they weren't of this Earth. Now I'm hallucinating.

[ Sure, Stan. Whatever you wanna believe. ]

Guess I'm just riding this one out.

[ The cat screeches as her tail is stepped on and the feed abruptly cuts off on a flailing note. ]

Will you get outta here--!

[ Booop! ]