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Five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one...

[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]

There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.

Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.

[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.

[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]

You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.

[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]

Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?

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[For any late-night Cherrygrovers, he's sitting on a lamppost near the town square -- egg in his lap and Flygon sitting next to him -- murmuring to himself idyllically. His words, drifting along the wind-]

'...Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.'

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No, not at all. [A painted egg, huh. He wonders if it's a pokemon egg -- or if it's just one of the decorations left over from Easter. It's a little hard to tell, under the paint.]

A strong little thing, isn't she. The egg's almost as big as she is.

She really is. I'm actually surprised myself, but she seems to like holding onto it. [Ted had been bored when he painted it the first time, but it never stopped her from clinging onto it since then. Must be the whiteness.]

... Sorry, have we met before? [YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, MISTER.]

Oh, no, not really.

[MUST BE YOUR IMAGINATION]

Why, do you have any particular hung-ups or murderous urges directed towards young males with brown hair and blue eyes?

[dsfkjshfkjd] W-what? [What kind of question is that?! D8]

Of course not!

Oh, good. Then we've met.

[... Wut.] What does that even--- Never mind.

[/)_(\ Ignore him.] Mm, did you ever get around to naming your Dratini?

[Blink. Oh! All right, he remembers him now.] Yeah, I have. [A pause.] Your name is Fuji, right?

Oh, I've been remembered.

You make yourself memorable, really. [Maybe. Well, more like he'd remember faster if he wasn't stockpiling information in his head.]

Well, I do make a fair effort at it. [lololol

Ah, right--] And the dratini?

Oh! [He pats Cleo's head, the Dratini immediately leaning against his hand in approval.] Her name's Cleo. I don't know what to name her though. [He points to the Happiny, who was trying to offer the egg to Flygon this time.]

[One Flygon, sniffing the egg curiously. She chirrups, and lowers her neck to nudge at it.

Flygon is a derp and not particularly intelligent.]

Cleo, huh. [hmmm] Cleopatra?

... Who? [Blink. Happiny looks at Flygon expectantly though, letting out a cheerful hum.]

[The Flygon tilts her head, and holds out her stubby little arms.]

Oh, no. It's nothing. How did you end up choosing the name 'Cleo'?

[You have now acquired an egg, Flygon!

... Ted will need that back later.]

Oh, well... [He scratches his cheek sheepishly at that.] Just someone I know. It was the first name I could think of, and lately she's been slowly living up to it. Pretty good fit if you ask me.

[Ahh, delight! Flygon will be holding that egg up and making happy noises.

... you will get it back, by hook or by crook. Fifteen pokemon is more than enough :|a;;]

Ah, is that so? It's not the first time I've heard something like that -- pokemon growing up to fit their namesakes.

It makes me wonder. Maybe giving that name helps with the process.

It's possible. I guess it's also how they adapt to the people naming them. [A pause.] Depending on how you name them, some people probably unconsciously treat them as their namesakes, and they adapt accordingly.

That's a fair point. It almost feels a little unfair, the way our sentimentality can affect their growth like that.

Maybe. I don't think it's too unfair. [A pause.] In a way, isn't that how people shape their personalities too?

Regretfully, isn't it?

Then I certainly hope you know some interesting people.

[... Regretfully, huh?]

Depends on what you classify as interesting.

Mm, I've always found that the interesting things are the things that can't be classified anywhere.

Then again, that can be said for everything, in some way or another.

True enough, I guess. Really though, anything and everything can be interesting depending on how you view it. [A pause.] Guess you could say I met quite a few interesting people.

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[action] /punches notifs for being missing =3=

[action] /punches self for being flaky D8 Please assume he's gotten the egg after this thread! o/

[action] LOLOL no worries <3

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