turn out the lights; wake up in your dreams

[He's sitting at the counter, chin propped and smiling lightly in a way that implies he's bored out of his skull. Of course, the fact that he's broadcasting at all sort of hints at his boredom -- he only ever turns to the pokegear when he's feeling blasé.]

So, Johtotites. [A pause.] Or is it more of a 'Johtoians'? 'Johtoeses'? It's too bad that 'Johto' doesn't translate well into some sort of a national calling. 'Denizens of Johto' is a little too wordy, though. If anyone has a better suggestion, I wouldn't mind hearing it.

[A chuckle.] But anyway. Some of us have been here for a while now -- so I think it's safe to say that a lot of us have seen many different kinds of pokémon. So just a quick survey -- what pokémon that you've met so far would you, in your opinion, consider to be the strongest? Cutest? Or maybe even the rarest, the fastest, the smallest, the largest -- that sort of thing. [He hums, thoughtful.] I'm sure all of you can think up some nice examples for each category. Now, it's just a matter of sharing it.

[A glint in his eyes, and he leans into the screen, conspiratorial--] I'd like to share the one that I consider to be the 'most elusive'. I know, it's not exactly an -est word, but I think it fits in the spirit of things.

Some of you would agree, actually -- 'Kanra', not exactly a pokémon, but he or she is one of the more intangible things in Johto. I wonder if they're the sort of thing that would come if I call out their name to the wind -- but that's too much of an impossibility, isn't it?

[Rue.] Too bad. I think I have something for them.

At any rate, I'd like to hear some of your opinions. Wouldn't it be interesting, to see if we could reach some sort of consensus?

[A chuckle.] Something like that, at any rate.

[He smiles, delighted, and the feed ends.]

[action.]

[He's now standing by the entrance to the Goldenrod Radio Tower, handing out pamphlets with a cheerful smile. Bug him y/n/dango?]

[When the video flickers on, we have here an expression of utmost innocence -- the sort that you find on experienced salesmen and newborn baby birds. There's a metaphorical 'I'm hungry, feed me!' glint in his eyes, though for anyone who knows Fuji well enough, it's more of a 'I'm bored, entertain me!' than anything else.

The backdrop is of a plainly decorated room with a rather comfortable bed , occupied by a curl of a flaming porcupine. A misdreavus drifts lazily across the screen and settles herself in his hair. He smiles, all teeth.]

Everyone comes from different worlds, don't they? [Pause. He clarifies--] That being a generic 'everyone', of course, and a very broad and open-minded definition of 'different'. Still, though, we're not really here about semantics.

[He hums, idly, and the misdreavus yawns, before taking a few locks of his brown hair into her mouth, making mimicries of a chewing motion.] The point being, with each world comes a whole new set of possibilities. And on a snowy day where going outside generally means freezing something off in the process, possibilities are fun.

How many of us here have had special abilities back in our home world? Things like flight, telekinesis, powers of prediction, but maybe even things like extra appendages that didn't get carried over between world transfers. [He smiles, wryly.] And even if that's not the case, if you have any interesting stories about your home worlds that you wouldn't mind sharing, I'd like to hear them.

[He puts a finger to his lips, playfully.] If nothing else, it's a good way to pass the time.