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Two years. And to think I was told my stay here had a good chance of being 'temporary'.

Still, I suppose ferrying a small batch of unadopted Pokemon eggs over to Souji-kun's Breeding Center and then spending the rest of the day in the comfort of what's come to be my "own home" is still preferable to spending it mass-evolving a brood of six rambunctious Eevees, and decidedly superior to the circumstances new trainers customarily find themselves in when they first arrive.

It's a small concession, I suppose, to the much more desirable option of returning home properly — but then, I suppose Johto does have its certain advantages as well.

Shall we have a match today, Niou-kun?

[OOC: There are still free eggs left if anyone is interested in claiming one!]

The third Sunday in June — that makes this Father's Day, doesn't it? It's interesting that there hasn't been nearly as much discussion of this particular holiday as there was of Mother's Day last month, which was lauded as "a breeder's favorite holiday" on the regional news broadcasts, if I'm not mistaken. I suppose that's only to be expected, though, in a world where we're all designated a new supposed mother upon our arrival; we aren't nearly so well-represented when it comes to fathers.

I suppose that's for the better in some ways, certainly.

I also suppose there's a certain irony in the fact that I escaped our "breeder's favorite holiday" relatively unscathed, but now a month later, I've found myself saddled yet again with a brood of eggs. Perhaps that's not so unheard of, though — it does take two, or so I'm told. If you'd be interested in adopting one, please contact me; I'd be more than happy to pass it along to a good home.

More and more, I find myself wondering if these creatures don't have far more of an appreciation for irony than we frequently give them credit for.

ATT: EggList.doc

[So it was always a given that one day Yagyuu's texting-under-the-counter-while-at-work-to-alleviate-the-boredom habits were going to get him in trouble one day, and apparently that day is today; in his haste to pocket his Gear and address the latest trainer to enter the Goldenrod Pokemon Center and approach the front desk, he accidentally hits the audio record button instead of the power switch.

And thus, the network is treated to the rare opportunity to eavesdrop on precisely the kind of inanity Yagyuu regularly deals with at work.]

Hey, uh...hi. Hi, there.

Hello. Welcome to the Goldenrod Pokemon Center; may I ask how we might assist you today?

Yeah! It's my rare Pokemon. I think there's something wrong with her, 'cause she keeps going out.

...I beg your pardon. Your rare — you mean your Oddish.

Hey, not just any Oddish! She's one of a kind! Uh, when she stays lit.

When she stays...lit.

Right! She's a super rare Grass/Fire type! That's why I think there's something wrong. You know Charmanders will die if their tail flame goes out? I think maybe that's like what's wrong with her, is like...her flame keeps going out, and that's why she looks all. Fainted and stuff. Can you guys help her?

[There is a pronounced, prolonged beat of silence here, during which Yagyuu is probably trying very hard to hold his expression steady.]

( Cut for References to Oblivious Cruelty to an Oddish and Egregious Failures at Pokemon Logic )

[Another, far more incredulous beat passes here, because seriously there is not enough WHAT THE HELL in the world.]

...Yes, thank you, that's precisely what I needed to know, I appreciate it.

Great! So can you help her?

Rest assured, you've told me exactly what I needed to hear to ascertain how best to help her. If you'll just be so kind as to have a seat right over there in our waiting room, I'll have Nurse Joy see to your...highly rare Oddish as soon as possible.

Oh, wow! Thanks, man! You got it, I'll be right over here.

[A set of footsteps shuffle across linoleum, and there is a brief whimper of Diiiiish as what is presumably Yagyuu's share of movement begins to rustle fabric near the microphone of the Gear. Shortly thereafter, a sotto voce mutter follows.]

Likewise, I imagine we'll be having Officer Jenny see to you as soon as possible...

[Some more shuffling ensues, and then at last the shifting and movement is enough to jostle the Gear off.]

[OOC: A few notes for this post: Italics are a hapless NPC trainer (or Rocket?), regular text is Yagyuu. He'll be answering replies a little while after this post, since he's understandably busy right now. Also, please note the cut warning! There are no graphic descriptions of anything, but if discussion of and references to an NPC trainer carelessly being an asshole to his Pokemon is discomforting to you, please play it safe and pass this post by! Likewise, if there are serious concerns, please take it up with me by PM and I'll pull the post altogether, no problem.]

In the interest of expediency, I intend to make this advertisement a concise one. Please forgive the brevity; I've merely learned through considerable experience that in situations like this, a simple solution is generally the best.

I've found myself once again in possession of a fair number of eggs. I'll be attaching a list of their types at the end of this post; please consider adopting one, as I would highly prefer to find good homes for them, and regrettably haven't the capacity to keep them myself.

Thank you for your consideration in this matter.

ATT: EggList.doc

[Oh, look. It's a Yagyuu, wiling away a rainy afternoon in the comfortable security of the Tennis Haus's library. Given the flashes of tiny paws and bits of fur that keep flickering around the video, it's likely this recording is the product of one of his many Eevees; however, he seems a bit preoccupied with his own thoughts at the moment, lounging in the window seat with a peacefully sleeping Espeon in his lap and watching the rain come down.

Here and there, other flashes of Eeveelutions go by; for anyone careful enough to take a headcount (an affair made slightly easier by the fact that most of them wearing collars of varying colors), there'll be fifteen in all — two of every variety of Eeveelution, with the sixteenth being the one drowsing the afternoon away in his arms.

After awhile, though, he leans over and retrieves the Gear from where it's gone skittering across the floor, regarding the red recording light almost blandly — it switched on, how unsurprising — before beginning to speak.]

I'm afraid I'm somewhat late to the topic of Starter Appreciation Day — it was a few weeks ago now, as I recall — so recounting any such fond memories about mine would be fairly moot at this point, I should think. However, it does pose an interesting line of inquiry, doesn't it? I've seen plenty of speculation over time about the meaning of the starters we're given, why they're the types they are, why they were chosen for us. I've seen some that have fit their trainer...remarkably aptly. And others that haven't.

[He pauses, giving his Espeon a gentle pet, and she purrs a little louder.]

I wonder if that's truly something to be contented with — the thought of being handed one's perfect match. One would think, in the grand scheme of things, it might be all the more rewarding to discover them on one's own.

[Another pause; some paws skitter in the background. And then at last, he seems to come back to his usual, more businesslike self.]

Ah, but speaking of matches, that brings me to a second question I've been considering lately. For those of us who have been designated as Breeders here, our charge is to attempt to produce the best or highest quality Pokemon possible, isn't it? I've become curious lately how people have chosen to define quality that way. Is it from a large moveset? A powerful one? An unorthodox one? And has anyone considered the more mundane practice of tracking bloodlines instead?

[He flashes the camera toward his Eeveelutions, most of whom are happily playing about the room in a technicolor whirlwind of fur and fuzzy feet.]

Speaking as someone with Pokemon whose lineage I can trace back four generations, I suppose you could say it's something of a pet interest of mine.

Having seen several mentions of the upcoming holiday season already, I suppose this is as prudent a time as any to raise awareness of Souji-kun's Breeding Centre and Foster Home for Pokemon — both fine places for anyone looking to acquire a new Pokemon. Though he's regrettably no longer among us, his legacy lives on in the form of these two institutions, and the very capable Saber-san has graciously taken up the charge of overseeing them in his absence. I myself can vouch for the reputability of the organizations, and likewise would personally recommend them to any trainers interested in augmenting their rosters or finding gifts for a friend or acquaintance.

Of the two, I'd particularly emphasize the existence of the Foster Home. There are many benefits to raising a Pokemon from hatching, of course, but there's likewise something undeniably rewarding about being the person to provide a good home for a stray in need. ~~No matter what that stray might be.~~

That said, speaking of finding good homes for Pokemon needing one, it seems I have some eggs of my own to contend with. Anyone interested in acquiring one, please inquire within; I'll attach the list of types available to this post.

[OOC: And here is the IC post for this batch of eggs! There are still some left, so feel free to cruise on over and snag one!]

There's a saying, I believe, that things both bad and good come in threes. I'm not entirely certain if I subscribe to that belief, but I suppose there is something to be said for things taken in multiples being superior to ones that stand alone. Or perhaps that's simply the perspective of someone with a particular inclination toward doubles.

Though I admit I'm not averse to singles, if there should happen to be two tennis players in the same vicinity of a court. I enjoyed our game, Shiraishi-kun — let's have another again, soon.

But on the subject of doubles, today marks the second birthday I've had the occasion to observe in Johto. By local reckoning, it seems I'm now sixteen. And it also seems a few members of my roster have seen fit to observe the occasion in a manner...uniquely commemorating that. Thank goodness Marui-kun left me Tensai Jr. upon his departure a few months ago; it appears I'll be making good use of his reserves of Sleep Powder again.

And for the sake of indulging what is almost certainly a sense of morbid curiosity, a question: do any of you, reading this, have multiples of the same species of Pokemon in your roster? And if so, what is the most of any one variety you've ended up with?

[For the first time in quite a while, the video that's posted to the network from Yagyuu's Gear isn't an accidental one; nope, on the contrary, it seems he's chronicling what appears to be an Impromptu Cuddling Day in the Tennis Haus. With the weather drizzling outside, the majority of his roster have taken to either the Haus or the backyard barn for shelter from the weather, and brief glimpses of a lot of them are visible as Yagyuu takes his tour of the house.

In one room, a Cubone and a Slowpoke are leaning on each other, dozing peacefully near a curled-up Absol and Persian; in another, two Zoruas and two Vulpixes have formed a furry foxpile in the middle of the floor, with a snoozing Mienshao occupying a goodly portion of the couch.

Cutting through the kitchen brings the video to a shot of the backyard, where it seems not all of Yagyuu's Pokemon have sought out shelter from the rain — on the contrary, the backyard is a hot mess of tentacles and noodle dragons, with an Octillery snuggling happily against a very contented Dragonair, a hovering Carnivine standing sentry over a carefully-tended garden, and a giant mass of pink, tan, and blue that is probably two Milotics wrapped around each other.]

I'm almost beginning to wonder if Karkat-kun doesn't have the right idea after all, breeding his Pokemon every so often simply for the sake of getting it out of their systems.

[He muses, keeping his voice down so as not to disturb any of the napping critters. The guy owns eleven Eevees, do you have any comprehension of how rare an occasion it is that everyone appears to be napping?]

That said, I'd prefer not to wind up with a crop of eggs without already having an adoptive home set out in advance, so I suppose this also constitutes an offer to anyone interested in a new egg — please feel free to contact me, and perhaps we can work out some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement. ...Ah, Lady, you're up. What —

[And on that fairly cryptic note, he switches the feed off and proceeds to follow his insistent Espeon upstairs, where he'll find a few select members of the Eevee Battalion have already gotten a head start on that plan. Whoops.]

[OOC: Gratuitous Pokemon post to help facilitate some of the shenanigans discussed on the Wishlist Meme! Also, if you want Yagyuu to breed something for you, this post is open and fair game; feel free to hit me up on the meme or any other form of contact if you've got a request! o/]

[So here's an idyllic scene for you: Yagyuu, back in Goldenrod City (wait a minute, how did he get to Goldenrod, he was just in Cerulean a minute ago—) and hanging out in the grass near the Tennis Haus, which has miraculously recovered from the wear and tear it took from the influx of garbage for this temporary weekend and looks as spiffy and well-kempt as ever. The paint job is clean, the grass is trimmed, the tennis court is spotless, and Yukimura's garden is flourishing — and currently inhabited by one rather large levitating man-eating plant, scaring off humans and animals alike who might try to trespass into the domain it's guarding.

And then there's Yagyuu himself, surrounded by a veritable swarm of seven Eevees, one Espeon, one Umbreon, and one Flareon, all of whom are happy and rambunctious and look like they may very well pick him up and carry him off if he should happen to let his guard down.

(Somewhere in the background, a Slowpoke duct-taped to a skateboard with model rocket engines attached to it goes hurtling by, making a noise that sounds suspiciously like eeeeeeeeeeeed.)

Needless to say, Yagyuu is a little perplexed.]

...Ah. How did I—

[But then he looks down again, and double-takes, because those seven Eevees have all just evolved in the blink of an eye, and he is now sporting two Flareons, a Vaporeon, a Jolteon, a Leafeon, a Glaceon, two Espeons, an Umbreon, and one very dopey Eevee who seems to have failed at evolving in general.

He's almost afraid to look away from them again, for fear that more of them might crop up.]

...It's going to be one of those days again, isn't it.

[OOC: COME HIT HIM UP! Anytime, anywhere, he's in Goldenrod by the Haus but he can easily move wherever you'd like him! COME TO ME, FOURTH-WALLERS, I WANT YOU IN THIS POST. ♥]

[Hey, look at that, it's Yagyuu, for once not in the Tennis Haus (or even Goldenrod City), but instead in the slightly more commonplace setting of a hotel room, sitting on his neat, well-made bed and absently petting his Espeon with the hand that isn't holding his Gear. He's about as placid as usual, albeit possibly looking a bit more worn out than he generally tends to be; it's been a while since he did any extensive traveling on foot, and the trip to Blackthorn City isn't exactly an easy one.

He rolls his shoulders slightly, then reaches over and picks up his case of badges, flipping it open to regard his newest addition: the Glacier Badge.]

Between Pryce-san and the Ice Path, I believe I've more than had my fill of ice for a while. I wonder what sort of challenge Clair-san will pose? Someone known as the Blessed User of Dragon Pokemon ought to make for an interesting opponent.

[Still, that's a battle for tomorrow. Which means today really ought to be spent picking out what team he's going to field for that...which in turn reminds him —

He reaches over again, this time producing the two strange Pokeballs he found waiting for him in his Box at the Pokemon Center, and regards them thoughtfully.]

Still, there's this matter...

[He looks them over, shrugs, and then tosses them to the floor, half-forgetting he's still on camera as the balls erupt open to reveal...

A Flareon and an Eevee, one of whom he recognizes all too well, the other of whom he just sort of stares at in horror.

There is a pause. For a moment, all is silent.

And then begins the unholy squeaking of far too many Eevees storming the room to investigate these new arrivals.

It is perhaps a small mercy for Yagyuu's sake when Lady dismissively flicks her tail at his Gear in the midst of the squirming furry cacophony, giving it a good firm whack and managing to switch it off in the process.]

[OOC: Glacier Badge and Rising Badge are both mod-approved!]

[It's a beautiful day in Cianwood City! The weather is warm! The sun is shining! (And let's be honest, all the happy vibes in the air sure aren't hurting anything, either) And thanks to some convenient teleportation shenanigans, Yagyuu and his Pokemon have found themselves back on the Cianwood beach once more, sunning themselves and enjoying the day.

There's quite a lot of bustle going on in the background of the video, including a Rapidash and a Stantler walking leisurely up and down the beach (taking a long walk, perhaps?) and a Quagsire waddling around poking at rocks with a cheerful air. But perhaps the most romantic sight of all is that of the bright red Octillery and the bright blue Dragonair in the foreground, curled up together and snuggling in a giant mass of primary-colored tentacles and noodly appendages.

Which is all well and good, right up until a beautifully-plumed Milotic comes swimming up onto the beach, fanning out his tail like a preening peacock and beginning to slither amorously toward the noodly pair in the sand. A brief exchange seems to take place: the stereotypical, "Hey, baby, what's a cute girl like you doing with a guy like that?"

And sadly, it seems to work; shy and slightly mortified, the Octillery seems to deflate, noodling himself a little deeper into the sand. The Dragonair, on the other hand...well, she's apparently having none of this.

And proceeds to demonstrate exactly how she feels about some jackass Milotic rolling up like he thinks he's hot shit and making trouble in her neighborhood by dissing her boyfriend.

Via judicious application of percussive explanation.

One exceedingly fierce and noodly battle later, there is an unconscious Milotic (twenty feet long, three hundred fiftysome pounds) in the sand, one incredibly angry Dragonair (thirteen feet long, thirty-five pounds) still beating the ever-living daylights out of its inert body, and one incredibly overwhelmed Octillery looking like he's just fallen in love all over again.]

~
[Later, a text message appears on the Gear network.]

Ah, it seems as though this past Valentine's Day was a successful one on many accounts. Did all the hopeful admirers manage to find a sweetheart to reciprocate their feelings, I wonder?

[The trouble with leaving a Pokegear switched off and unattended is that it very rarely stays switched-off for long, and this is no exception; this particular video opens with a shot of well-groomed brown fur and gradually recedes into this: ]

[The six Eevees in the foreground of the shot, identical save only for the colored collars they're wearing (blue, gray, yellow, green, red, and brown), make such a sight seated in their neat and tidy row that one might easily overlook the rest of the scene at first glance. But on that second or third glance, one might notice the drawn shades in the window silhouetted against the late afternoon light, or the once-empty end table that now sports an interesting array of items (a half-full glass of water, a bottle of aspirin, a box of tissues, a bag of cough drops, and one very nice pair of silver-framed glasses), or the exceedingly nice couch that the Eevees have taken up vigil in front of, which is currently occupied by the dozing form of one Yagyuu Hiroshi, half-covered by a throw blanket and napping peacefully. For the moment.

Needless to say, the Eevees seem to have no idea what to do about this.

(What's he doing? Why is he just lying there like that? Why isn't he playing with them?)

Finally, after a prolonged period of apparently heavy thought, the Eevee in the green collar gets tired of wriggling in place in hopeful anticipation and gets up, jumping nimbly up onto the couch and nudging at his trainer's sleeping form with his nose. After a few repeated attempts with no response other than a quiet noise of sleepy displeasure out of Yagyuu, he sneaks along the cushions and squishes in between Yagyuu and the back of the couch, tucking his feet beneath him as he curls up to wait.

Shortly thereafter, a chain reaction follows: one by one, the Eevees hop up onto the couch, arranging themselves wherever they can find a bit of free space and snuggling in for the long haul, until at last the Eevee Vigil is more like an Eevee Everybody Pile On ~~Grandpa~~ Yagyuu, and this is the shot that holds until at last the video times out.]

[ OOC: Non-action responses will come a few IC hours later, after Yagyuu has woken up from his nap. Action is fair game for anyone in the Tennis Haus, though. (Please be kind. >>) ]

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