In the evenings, for about half an hour, there is a howling that has struck up over the last three or four nights. The originator of said howls is one Jock ("Jock") the Arcanine™. If you speak either Pogglespeech or Doge, you can understand what is being said:

"Go away, moon."
"Nobody wants you."
"You have a stupid face."
"I'll bite you if you come here."
"You're the worst."
"My mom could kick your butt."
"You can't even handle this, bro."
"Leave and don't come back."
"You're a stupid moon."
"I'll set you on fire if you don't go back to where you're supposed to be."

Maybe someone should tell him to shut up. Or maybe someone should join him to tell the moon what's for.

Hey so...

Alright, I'll just cut through the pretense. Looks like the sky is falling, eh? You'd think there would be at least two or three people at the school that had some kind of insta-fix when it comes to this situation. But instead, I guess we're trapped in FDC. I don't have much to offer at the moment outside of being someone to freak out at I guess. If someone needs that.
Meanwhile, when it comes to me and mine... We stay cool, we stay together, we'll figure this shit out. Are you guys all okay? Obviously Bulba's already here, but between our two bedrooms, we've got plenty of space. If you wanted to come camp out in the RA dorm... I'd like that.

[Private to Blue]
You always were smarter than me when it came to logical moves. Mind laying down some of your trademark wisdom on me? I'm not saying this is weirding me out, but...

Hey! Who else popped outside to check out the eclipse last night?? Wasn't it crazy? What a huge blood moon! I've got some pictures if anyone wants to see!

Though, uh, actually, I guess you could just look out your window? It's sure not eclipsed, but it looks like the full blood moon is totally still out there.

Aren't these sorts of things only supposed to last a night?



[Seriously, the moon tonight was still hanging heavy and red in the sky that next evening. And the next evening. And the... next... one? And...]

Hey! So, my application t'become a TA got approved. Guess that means I'll be here in a more bein'-bossed-around-by-teachers capacity. Lets me stick around though. That's good enough for me.

It seemed like a good idea t'sign up with one of Professor Birch's research programs on the side - y'know, get sent a Pokedex, gather data on Pokemon habitats, compile reports t'send back. 'Course, that was before all the animals around here started headin' for the hills...

Has anyone seen any wildlife still hangin' around here at all?

...Oh, and if anyone wants t'take these spare Pokeballs I got off my hands, feel free. For whatever good it'll do you, now that there's nothin' to catch.

Hey Mom, you doing alright? I know there's a lot of stuff that's been going on around the city and I just wanted to be sure that you're safe. It makes me want to stay beside you all day long until this all gets figured out and settled down. Those earthquakes out there? They don't feel natural at all. I can sense something wrong, I just can't pinpoint what. So... please be careful, okay? Call me anytime. I'll be there.


And Jock. Same to you. I trust you'll help look out for Mom even without me saying it.

So there used to be a pokemon who lived in the volcano, yeah? Named Pele or somethin'?

Is she, uh, back? Or is there some other pokemon in the volcano makin' things noisy? My forge is on the side of the volcano and, uh, it's been sorta noisy out there for the last couple of days. You know, volcano sounds. The sorta sounds volcanos make. Rumbles. Little shakes. Volcano stuff.

I ain't fireproof or nothin', or I'd go in to check it out, unless somebody can make me fireproof with magic? So, what I'm sayin' is, I need somebody to make me fireproof with magic so I can see what's goin' on in there.

This ain't an invitation to turn me into a pokemon again. Nah, if I type that somebody'll think it's funny and turn me into a pokemon again. End up as a fire pig thing this time. That girl had one who used to be here, he looked pretty cool, had like a big iron breastplate. I'd better delete that. Wait. Oh crud, how do I turn this voice software thing off? Uh. Computer, stop. Stop doing the thing. Computer, stop typing. Computer no. Computer, knock it off. I guess just, delete it with the button. Backspace. Maybe stop talkin' to the computer and sayin' what I do. Yeah.

Okay now let's just hit post, SHEET NOT AGAIN.

Hey Blue, let's get out of here for Valentine's, alright? Don't much wanna be on campus. I think you remember last year.

I mean, if you want. If you had plans on campus, we can always hang around. I might just build a shield, though. Don't mind me.

I'm thinking some kind of Blue-like adventurous activity and then dinner. What do you say?

GREEN GOT SOME PRESENTS FOR SOME PEOPLE:

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[Gordon addresses the network, but there seems to be something wrong with the video feed. It sputters and fizzles, revealing the physics teacher's face in staccato flashes and tantalizing half-syllables. Then he strangles the frequency into something more cooperative with a scowl.]

[...are those calipers and test-tubes floating behind him? What's with the eerie echoey cackle? Gordon either doesn't notice these things or, more likely, is trying hard to PRETEND he doesn't notice them.]

I realize there are a couple of Pokemon trainers out there, and I'd like to ask some advice. My Rotom, Maxwell, is acting up again. It's probably the time of year, but he's also out-grown his COMP and I realize I ought to--

[AND SUDDENLY IT'S PICTOCHAT, as a big red squiggle appears over the video image of Gordon, giving him a bowtie and crazy mad scientist hair. He hits the DELETE button and it vanishes. Then a clown nose appears. More cackling.]

--properly train him before he gets out of control.

[He says, as above his head the little ghost pokemon draws a big red--]

TOOL of the trade is a pokeball, from what I understand, but beyond that I'm... somewhat clueless.

Are any of you familiar with the legend of the Dragon's Gate? They say that there exists a huge waterfall running off a great mountain. Fish swim upstream against the harsh current, but most tire out and are swept away. But those who have the courage to persist and make it to the top of the waterfall are transformed into a beautiful, powerful dragon.

It's a good lesson, isn't it?

That's right! Even though this school has countless obstacles and hurdles and dangers looming quite literally right over our heads, if we give up, we too will be pushed back and will make no progress! We must press on through the unforgiving current, and when we make it, we will come out stronger than ever! All right! Let's do our best to reach the top!!

[What brought this up? Is someone trying to keep himself from going nuts at the idea of one last year here... probably.]

On another note... There are many Pokemon and trainers here, so if anybody has any advice on raising a Magikarp, I'm all ears!

[Ah. Ah. That's it.

ACTION TIMES: Kiyotaka can be found bonding with an ugly fish he lets swim in a kiddie pool out in the stadium some days. Most of the time he can be found studying. Livin' on the edge. Although whatever he's doing, he seems to be favouring his left arm a little.]

It was a bright and cheery afternoon; the zephyr blew in light breezes — except at occasional intervals, when it was increased by a gentle gust of wind which swept up the halls (for it is in Smash Academy that our scene lies), rattling along the desktops, and gently agitating the notebooks of the students that struggled against sleepy boredom.

A man hirsute of face and swole of body stood outside a doorway, and pawed at Blue's door with his hand.

"Mama," he said. "Mama, can I come in?"

Dear Reader, this is not the normal series of events, for Our Hero is typically acclaimed a Man of Action, tarrying not at mere doors, but instead bursting through the the strength of one who knows not the churlish bonds of private discretion.

[Hand at the bottom of his chin, Snake halfheartedly tugs at the hairs he's sprouting. He's neatly trimmed, however, which doesn't give him much to pull on. Leaning into the camera feed, he looks very... contemplative.

There's a matter of great import to discuss with the academy.

Lying cores.]

Hey.
I know he's probably made his name all over the campus and the town, but you guys know that Rick? The guy in the cowboy hat with the blond hair. The guy who can't take a drag without almost dying.

He keeps saying he's this ladies' man, and he threw out some names, so I wanted to get an official opinion.

Cammy. Eirika. Chell. Blue.

And if anyone can speak up for the following two...
GlaDOS. Evve.

Or. If you're not a lady on his list...

This guy's claiming he's been on a lot of unofficial dates, official dates, dances, and I guess some makeout sessions. How true is this? Because I'm pretty sure he's full of shit. And if he's not, how the hell are you girls able to stomach him?

[Like he's given the impression. THIS IS VERY SERIOUS INFORMATION THAT HE NEEDS TO KNOW. BECAUSE HE NEEDS TO KNOW RICK IS A LIAR. BECAUSE IF HE'S NOT THEN SNAKE'S REPUTATION IS SERIOUSLY GOING TO BE DESTROYED.]

::THIS FUZZBUCKET APPEARS ON THE SCREEN WEARING A T-SHIRT WITH A SMILING KAWAII GROWLITHE FACE ON IT. THE SHIRT IS CLEARLY A SIZE TOO SMALL BECAUSE HE'S VAIN LIKE THAT.::

Did you guys know that they make a kind of underwear called a jock strap???? Does this mean that I'm named after underwear? Should I get some? Does it come in stripes? Usually I wear this kind of underwear.

::He holds up some arcanine-striped boxer-briefs.::

Do you think I'll need a jock strap for going to Kalos?

((I warned you I'd do it.))

[Snake's in his personal quarters, looking about as languid as he typically has been. He's propped back in his chair. Binder's flipped open. He appears to be grading... something. Probably an essay on what everyone learned at the Box Camp. At least the people who went. Anyone who didn't and wrote an essay was probably spouting bullshit.

Good thing he can bullshit real well.]

Huh. Last time I was going to say something, I was getting hit on by a woman - and not in the good way. [It's true. Last time he was on the network, Eli was beating him down for being drunk. He's amazingly sober this time around.]

I've got some good news for my students. [He waves some loose papers back and forth.] These aren't half bad. I'm beginning to think you guys are actually listening.

[A pause.]

Bad news is. If you didn't show up to that outing and you turned something in anyway, you're not getting any credit for it. Because you weren't there. I guess your punishment is that you have to eat a panel of a box. If you have any questions about what that's like, go see Captain Falcon and Instructor Aran. I'm sure they can tell you all about it.

[He can too, but he's not going to.] Next paper's going to be on the evolution of boxes and their advancements over time. [In short, come to another class of Boxes 101 where Snake pretends to be this guy named Pliskin and spouts random crap for forty-five minutes to an hour.]

I've already made a few stops to talk to people in person, but I've gotta reach a damn crowd here if I'm to get anything done. If I already caught up with you on this subject, feel free to move on, or let me know if you've got anything else to add.

We all know this place is weird. Just how weird is up in the air, but I can say for certain the weirdest place I've ever seen. We also know that some of us can't get back home. I know it isn't just me, it can't be. If you can't get home from this #@&^% city, let me know, and tell me if you know how you got here in the first place.

Now if you can get home, I want to know how too. If this is your hometown, then you can probably safely ignore this old engineers mad chats.

On a related note, I'm looking for someone with access to a rocket ship, or space pod, or what ever. That, or a whole lot of rocket fuel.

Oh yeah, almost forgot I even had this thing. Sorry for the radio silence, just had my nose buried in literature from Kalos. Are you guys seeing this shit? Things are getting weird over there.

Anyways, I realized a lot of new kids showed up in the lengthy time since my last network post, so I'll just go ahead and reintroduce myself. Green Oak, boys RA/TA. When I'm not vaguely tending to hormonal brats, I'm Viridian City's Pokemon Gym Leader. My gramps is a professor of Pokemon studies. I Hail from Pallet Town. Charmed, I'm sure.

I guess the greeting extends to the new teachers, too. If you need me to sub for your class or help out or something, I'll get paid for it, so I'll do it.

I have a Venusaur, a Charizard, a Jolteon, and a Gengar with me on campus, all in various stations in the school. They're the better team, and I'll hear no arguments about it. I'm sure we'll all be the best of friends.

[Private to Blue]

So... Kalos, eh?

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[Action for Red]

[It took him a long time to do it, but one evening Green finally forced himself over to Red's dorm, three quiet knocks the only sign that he was there.]

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