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.001 Δ [Video/Action for Cherrygrove]

[The feed flips on to show a man holding a brush in one hand and a young Shinx in his lap. Both of them appear to have been freshly bathed, with the damp Shinx swaddled in one of Cherrygrove Inn's warm, fluffy towels. When all of her wriggling and protesting comes to naught, she just lies there in her towel burrito and seethes. York, on the other hand, has found that shops in this world do, apparently, sell hair product for humans, and he couldn't be happier. He's fixed his hair for the first time in days. Life is wonderful.

Not that vanity's necessarily the reason he hasn't introduced himself to the PokéConnect community at large yet. It's just. You know. Coincidence.]

Good morning, people. And Pokémon, too, of course, can't forget you guys. For those of you I haven't spoken to yet, I'm York, I'm one of your more recent unwitting transplants to sunny Johto. Or, well, partially cloudy Johto, anyway. How about that weather, huh?

[The temperature has dropped literally twenty degrees in the five days since he got here, oh my god, why. Being caught out on the road in yesterday's rainstorm sucked. Now he's warm and dry and comfortable in a clean shirt a couple sizes too big for him (and he's not exactly a small man). Really, what could be better than being alive here and now?

He rubs the Shinx's fur drier, unwraps her, and then holds her still before she can escape so he can brush the tangles out. She mewls fussily, but his hands are steady, and eventually she relaxes--if mutinously--into the attention. He chuckles a little.]

But okay, I'm not actually here to make small talk. I got a question for you folks.

[He turns the PokéGear with the back of his brush to show another Pokémon, an Elgyem, bundled up in a blanket on the bed, fast asleep.]

Can someone tell me more about Psychic Pokémon? [He goes back to brushing.] I get that they read minds--Delta Two there communicates with me all the time--but she doesn't use words so it's hard to get more...complicated ideas across, sometimes. I was wondering, can you train them to talk? Or do other things? These guys are obviously a lot more intelligent than the animals back on my Earth, so I guess you could say I'm curious about what they can do.

[The Shinx's eyes are half-closed now as York brushes away. Someone's a sleepy baby.]

'Preciate your time. Over and out.

((Action also available for Cherrygrove, where he can be found at the inn or browsing the PokéMart stock.))

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Ah, oh no! No, it'll be my first time doing this, so I don't need any payment! When I first arrived here it was the middle of winter and I had never seen snow and everyone was very kind to me. No one expected anything in return. Please allow me to pay that forward!

[Rossiu looks pretty startled by all of that, but he's... trying. There is an attempt being made.

Dimension beeps happily and zips back into the 'Gear. Moments later a text follows, presumably from the Pokémon since Rossiu isn't close enough to text.]

HELLO NEW FRIEND IT IS NICE TO MEET YOU
PLEASE EXCUSE MY TRAINER HE'S VERY BAD AT THIS
BUT HE MEANS WELL AND HE LIKES TO HELP PEOPLE
YOUR PORYGON WILL BE JUST AS GOOD AS ME!!!

Aaagh, yeah, did we ever get caught in it.

[He groans it, but he's laughing, too.]

We were almost here, but of course by the time we made the city limits, the rain was already tapering off. Carolina was carrying her poor dog in her jacket by the end there, he really didn't like all that water. Guess he's a Fire type like--Stormer, is it? Good name.

I don't really understand the science part of it, I just know that it works.

...Usually.

It sounds like you have friends here already, huh?

[ He cocks an eyebrow and jerks his head door-ward. ]

Stormer's right, yeah. She's hopefully still outside. Wanna meet her?

Well, it depends on the species too. Ralts - her first for - are especially sensitive to emotions. If you picked up another species, I'm sure it would be fine. And I have some... unexpected 'therapy' animals.

My Arbok, which is a massive snake larger than myself, seems to think he's a dog or something with the way he puts his head in my lap, for example. But Nekomata, my Espurr and my only other Psychic type is still a baby, so I haven't had much of a chance to train her yet. I'm sure she'll grow to be something along those lines, though. I train my team every day, but I'm not into the hardcore battling that other people are. I'm a Breeder, not a Trainer.

Mmm, I know what you mean.

Couple of my old friends turned up here within thirty-six hours of me. We're traveling together now, and...it's good. Haven't seen either of them in a long time.

Lucky! It took months before anyone from my world came here! And then I flew to Cherrygrove to meet him, plus, he wanted cake. I don't know what to do with him sometimes...

...You're right.

[Carolina pauses for a moment.]

Should we be keeping a closer eye on him?

[The look on her face says more than she does herself; will he be safe?]

... do I want to ask?

[He sighs and scratches his temple.]

Hell, I don't know. We're not usually the ones looking after North, and god knows he won't ask for anything.

[He chews it over for a moment, then looks over at the wall, towards North's room.]

...But I'm worried.

[Another short pause, and Carolina leans back. ]

Then we keep an eye on him. Keep the pace slow until we figure him out.

[Haha why would they actually TALK to him]

[Talking is for people with healthy communication skills and not badass Freelancer agents, d u h.]

Guess that's all we can do, anyway. Either he's fine, or we'll find out he isn't some way or another.

[And hey, maybe he's okay. York's okay.

JK, York is an emotional time bomb.]

...Righr.

[She stares pensively at the carpet for a moment. Should she be asking if York is alright too? Or...

Her thumbs rub the shell of the egg as she decides.]

What about you?

What? [He starts to smile automatically.] Oh, hey now, I'm...

[...Okay, no, no one in any universe is going to believe he's fine. York thinks about it, then nods and shrugs, puts his empty coffee mug back down on the desk.]

It's an adjustment, yeah. But I'll be okay.

[He pauses one more time, and then his voice softens as he admits:]

It's good to have you and North around, and not... [Gone, or planets away with no means for direct contact, or dead, or believing he betrayed them. He lets that sentence trail off unfinished and just bulls ahead.] Dunno how I'd be otherwise, but, hey. I promise I'll be all right.

...

[The corner of her mouth twitches and it's unclear whether it was going to be a smile or a frown. She puts the egg down on the sheets, next to the one she got for North, and walks over with her arms crossed over her chest.]

Well, if you need it. [she reaches out suddenly to push her hand through his hair, mussing it up slightly.] I've had to do a lot of listening lately. You could say I'm starting to get better at it.

[At least she's got enough humour to tease herself.]

Nothing's perfect.

[That's... now he's reminded that he just came from a time in his world where he's pretty sure he just killed his best friend. Thinking about death has him bummed out now.]

I know.

[The feed begins not with a trainer, but a Weavile who seems more than ready to answer York's question. He's a bit of a pompous windbag, and one of the more ambitious 'mons in that he... taught himself to speak.

He grins at the camera, clearing his throat, expecting to take center stage. His accent is unbearably fake, but may sound slightly British.]

I think you'll find that we Pokémon possess many special talents beyond our physical limita--

[Before he gets a chance to finish, the 'gear's swept away by a tall, fairly muscular young man of about twenty with silver hair and... a dry expression.]

Sorry about that. You, uh... wanted to know about Psychics, right?

[There's a muttered, 'Not dark types. aimed at the Weavile, who slumps and slinks away.]

So, yeah... In my experience, they can start using words once they've evolved, but it might vary. It's not the same as actual talking-- more like projecting words in your head. Just hope they don't start yelling, or you might wind up with a migraine.

Well, uh. All right, kid, if you're sure. I'm not gonna turn my nose up at a free lunch, so to speak. Oh, hang on, your buddy's talking to me.

[It takes a moment for York to read through the text, with his bad eye closed and two fingers at the inner corners of his eyes, but he smiles as he types a response.]

Hey, dude.
Don't worry about your friend, he's doing just fine. Bet you're proud to have a trainer like that.
You sound pretty excited about the plan so far. You ready to have kids?

[York nods and leans to the side of the camera for a moment to scrawl a couple notes down in his notebook: "Ralts-->emotions," "Espurr," and things like that. Does North already have one of those? York will have to check later.]

Got it. I'm registered as a Breeder, too, technically. Not sure why.

[He settles back into frame again.]

You like the gig?

Hell yeah, I wanna meet your pony! C'mere, Empress, time to make friends and influence people.

[The Shinx protests briefly as York scoops her up, but he's quickly learning not to give the little scrapper free rein among other Pokémon. Particularly other female Pokémon. The Rivalry is strong with this one.]

But yeah, a couple good friends from my old squad turned up pretty soon after I talked to you. Actually, one of them--North, he's the one I told you about, with the sniper rifles. Great guy, I should introduce you two.

Whu--hey!

[He drops his feet back onto the floor and puts his hands up to shield his hair, laughing.]

Carolina! I just fixed that up!

[The noise finally wakes Delta Two, who sits up around the Fletchling egg and blinks at them blearily.]

Buy him a cake, I guess? A reunion's as good an excuse as any to throw a party. Maybe that's what I'll do, soon as we hit a town with a bar. Cake and beer, just like old times.

[Aw, man. What did he do? Why is this planet full of sad kids? Fuck, where's North when you need him to be the world's nicest not-dad, York isn't cut out for this nurturing stuff, he doesn't even know what he said.]

...Well, nobody's perfect, either. Even the military scientists who design those things. Error...'S just one of those things that make us human.

[Holy shit, it talks.

The Weavile takes him so much by surprise that York just stares after him for a minute while Riku talks. When he remembers he's having a conversation, though, York shakes his head and clears his throat.]

Right, yeah. I mean, that's no problem, I'm used to that kind of thing. Voices in your skull, headaches, all that.

...Which sounded less crazy before I said it out loud. I promise I'm sane, it was just the military doing science experiments in my head. No big deal.

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