[Video feed shows a pot of gracidea flowers upon an otherwise empty windowsill. And no green-haired willowy girl in sight, but she can at least heard.]

I think it's a little interesting how something can be gone and consequently missing, and yet sometimes it can still be present. I planted these with Professor Cyrus almost two years ago. These flowers, I mean. And I remember the day that I did vividly, because it was one of those times that we were arguing.

We don't really ever forget the people we crossed paths with, I guess, even when we want to. After all, there are things I want to forget too. But I'm beginning to think that I'm going about it the wrong way. Instead of wanting to escape a past, or to pretend people from the past don't exist, I think I should at least be embracing the time I spent with them while they were here.

[It doesn't take a genius to put together that she means both Sonny and Cyrus when she speaks. Except those who didn't know either.]

It's better to be thankful than it is to be held back. Smash Academy, can you tell me what you're thankful for? It doesn't have to be a person. It can be a thing, an ideal, a belief - whatever you want. I'm simply curious.

[Video; the camera is met by a pair red-gold eyes framed by a mass of black hair. A small smile flickers across the boy's face - pleasant, if a bit shy - and his voice is even.]

Forgive the intrusion. This is a message primarily for my Mistress, as I've been told that howling is discouraged indoors, especially after sundown. I'm unsure how to contact her directly through this forum, but... if wearing a new face warrants introduction, then please refer to me as Blake. I am a subordinate of Mistress Blue, and of her clan. I hope to learn about many others at this school, if that's possible.

As I am now enrolled, this means... I am to remain in my own shared den and can no longer trespass on female territory, I believe? Mistress, if such is the case, what would you have me do if I need warn you of anything? I fully intend to maintain a nightly regime, if you'll allow. Oh, and please do not worry for my schooling - I'm very able to attend the mornings, and I hope to uphold a good standing for you.

So I'm guessin' it was an interestin' summer. Didn't expect coming back to the building looking this weird, but I guess that shit's getting itself fixed already. What else changed while I was away? Red? M, Sis, you guys doin' okay?

Oh, 'fore I forget - I got some stuff from Erika for some've you guys. Mac, she got Rocky a present! Brock, there's a letter I'm supposed t'not look at. Plus some seeds for you, Bulba... she says hi t'Green, et cetera, and I'll sort out the Berries later.

Hi t'whoever dropped in on this place while I was gone. I'm Red's Venusaur, Vinnie. I'm either a guy with green hair or a walkin' pink flower, in case you see me around.

um has anyone seen sasha

[Marie maybe looks different than the last time he made a post on the network. Back in ... January.

He looks gloomy- as usual- resting his chin in the palm of his hand. The rain and the flooding are welcomed, so he isn't complaining about that. There's something else on his mind.]

Red's gone, or whatever. He'll be back. Maybe. I dunno.

[He holds up a handwritten note. The camera takes a minute to adjust to the bright white of the paper, but the words 'Mt. Silver' written in the famous trainer's handwriting does come into focus. And then he sets it back down and shrugs apathetically. There's another note- one that would explain why Marie wasn't with his trainer- but that one wasn't meant for anyone else but him.]

... Weather's nice.

[ When the screen zaps on, there's a man that no one's ever possibly seen on campus before. He appears to be outside hiding under a tree, laptop in his lap and trying to keep out of the smoldering summer Sun. Though with the state he's in that's visible, sharp blue hair piercing against the light skin of his shoulders and collar bone (all burnt pink), maybe he is familiar if you were paying attention at prom...

He looks pretty distressed, though, and when he speaks, it's with some tinge of anger. ]

Who just leaves those stupid balls just lying around?! Who does that?! I ran right into one. RIGHT. INTO. ONE.

[ Fingers start to tear into the thick locks of azure spikes, green eyes on the verge of ripening to red. ]

I can't find anymore! I went lookin' as soon as it happened, but they're all gone!

[ Which means he's probably been running around naked as the day he was born, but what does he care? He needs out of this body NOW.

By the end of his outburst, he's crossed between looking upset and looking annoyed. ]

Thiiiissss is not cool. AT ALL. [ He touches his shoulder. ] ow.


[ ooc: Remember last month on personals when I said I would do that open log to rack up some CR? hi there. Just gonna network it.

Just fyi: totally okay with action instead of other medias. ]

[Well, someone was conspicuously absent from any and all cherry blossom festivities. However, the dorm BE-10 had become ground zero of a pollenpocalypse, with a bedridden Venusaur at the epicentre. He was feverish and dizzy and nauseous and pale, and really in no condition to do anything except rest, but he managed to make a voice post.]

Someone look after the greenhouse... I'll be out've it for a while.

Thassall.

hrnnhk. [Fumble rummage click. End recording.]

[Guess who has had a remarkably shitty day? THIS GUY. Guess who has just been whispered a certain name by his little brother? THIS GUY. Guess who is going to get a merciless and painful beatdown? NOT THIS GUY.

Well, probably this guy. Max is still a Charizard for a few days more. BUT ALSO MARIE TOO.]


So. Marie.

It's occurred to me that your ass has been unkicked for far too long. I'm thinkin' it's about time I do somethin' about that.

I been workin' real hard at playin' nice, so I'm even gonna give you a choice: either you man up and take your lumps now, or I postpone it until after that fucked-up pageant so I don't go ruinin' your makeup with no black eyes or whatever.

If you're too busy sobbin' and pissin' yourself to pick out the time and place of your ass-whoopin', I'll just have to assume you're so excited to get your shell snapped in half that you want it happenin' right fuckin' now.

You pickin' up what I'm layin' down?

While I realize that I am a new student here on campus, I am rather disturbed to find out I have been signed on for the school's "Miss" Pageant Award that is taking place this Friday. I believed this was an occurrence that happened in Japanese High Schools and that a campus like Smash Academy would not be celebrating similarly.

Moreover, I do not own any piece of feminine clothing.

Has this happened before?

[Yeahhh, so where has Chika been since the whole Cupid fiasco? Well, unlike the others she didn't get beamed by the bots oh no, but yet she still encountered her own problem. In the form of a snake and her lips attached to her own. Which, basically had the poor Pikachu locked herself even more longer than intended. Playing Mineshaft.]

anyone got a video game to recommend? kinda got bored with this mineshit.

[Just... destroying the land in the servers kinda gets to you like that. Yes.]

Al'right, so Erika's left me this inventory list've shit to take care of with the greenhouse. Guess I've been busy with that instead've looking for another part time job right now... though if the school wants t'pay me for this, I'm not gonna say no.

Insulation needs t'be taken down now that it's gotten warmer, and the glass could use a washing. Whole place needs a clean, actually. Caim, I dunno how good you are with gardenin', but you're gettin' to that before the flower plantin' starts.

( Private to Red and Red Team )

This month could not have dragged on much longer.

I may have not been in direct influence of the happenings, but it did not leave me unaware of what was unfolding!


Ah, we have also had quite a few new students and staff come in as of late. I do hope you all enjoy your stay. I have not been as out and about as I should be, and because of this I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Dana Dialga, the Temporal Pokemon.

... Yes.

[She really... doesn't have much to talk about.]

[ Private to Marie, Vinnie, Sonny, Kojiro ]
I need you all. We need to talk about possibly punching some tanks.

[ Private to Chika ]
Keep Sasha company. Just make sure she's okay and not on her own.

[ Public Text On The Network ]
That was a troublesome holiday.

( Private Narration )

[Private to the Team]
We should have a family picnic. I know it's the middle of winter, but when has that ever stopped us? Maybe we could even use one of the school's vehicles and go somewhere warmer if we really wanted. Red can drive a bike, we should be fine, right?
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[Private to Red]
Can I have a word with you?
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[Private to Vinnie]
I need to speak to you as soon as possible.
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[Private to Max]
I need to speak with you.
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[PUBLIC POST TO EVERYONE]
I want to hone my combat skills. Anyone wanna fight me? Word of warning, I don't hold back, so you better be up for it or I won't bother.
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[Private to Red Team / somewhat hackable if you really wanna.]

I kind of got soul-swapped with Bulba. Like, we switched bodies or whatever. I dunno, thought you guys should know. I don't know when it'll wear off. Not soon enough...

... Anyway, yeah. That's it.