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Jane is part of the Homestuck series, and therefore, has a typing quirk! Hers happens to be in bright fucking cyan, but the content is generally properly spelled and with correct grammar. If you would rather I not tag you, or not tag with this font in text posts, please let me know here!

In my own posts, I am willing to not use the text color when responding as well, but I would really prefer not having to cut the post to hide the font.

I have a question, for anyone who may potentially be able to answer. How does one exactly.. care for a Pokemon that is covered in blades? Like, teaching them how to not touch anything they could potentially stab or cut?

[Turning her feed down to a newly hatched Pawniard, there's a similarly young looking Taillow looking cranky and perched specifically high enough that the bladed baby can't reach it.] He didn't really hurt Duke, but they're not exactly friends when he tried to reach for the bird and shaved a few feathers off his tail.

[Duke, the Taillow, doesn't look particularly happy about that being shared where everyone can hear, but he turns and fluffs his tail out, showing one of the long feathers in the back being a good two inches shorter than the other.] Oh stop looking so upset, it'll grow back and it hasn't made you incapable of flying.

[Looking a bit groggy still and trying to get some of her larger Pokemon to quit loving on her, Jane greets the feed with a little half wave, forcing a smile on her face. Her outfit looks a bit grayer than when she first went to sleep, but from how Jane is holding the camera, it's impossible to see much more than her shoulders.]

Good morning, or evening, or whatever time it is; I haven't even looked at a clock and my sense of time is all messed up anyway, but I just wanted to say that I am awake, and I hope no one was trying to contact me. Uh, can anyone catch me up to speed on things I may have missed while being.. asleep, I guess is what it was? Pretty lousy sleep if you ask me.

[Rubbing her face and sitting back a bit from the gear, Jane ends up leaning to let Ricky and Cid climb into her lap, both Vaporeon and Charmander trying to snuggle all up at the same time. Giving a weak smile, she gives the screen another little wave as she turns off the feed, then sends out a quick couple of texts.]

( To Jake and Dirk )

[The feed starts off on the floor, but two brown furry paws are eventually dragging it along and it's soon easy to see that the Gear is in a kitchen. There's baking ingredients on the counter and a bowl and spatulas and.. and it doesn't look like the project is finished, but there isn't anyone bustling around to get said project completed.]

Sebby, no, I don't really want to talk to anyone right now.

[Jane sounds tired, if anything. The Buneary being spoken to chitters something quietly, dragging the gear from its straight up view and pushing it slightly against his trainers arm; she's a bit slouched in her seat right now, arms on the table and face half buried in it, and the pushing prompts one hand to lift and push the gear away.]

I mean it, stop.

[Sebby won't be deterred it seems, because he's climbing around her shoulders and trying to wedge the gear in next to her face. All it does is prompt an irritated frown out of her and while she takes it, Sebby gets a moment of thinking his plan worked until she sits up and chucks the gear across the room.

Surprisingly enough, it doesn't turn off, but the feed is facing the floor now and the only sounds are a Buneary chittering away and Jane making annoyed grunts from a re-flopped place at the table.]

I don't really give a damn right now, just get it out of my face. I don't want to answer questions or pretend I don't feel like utter shit, so just.. leave me alone. [It's said with enough finality that the Pokemon stays quiet, but there are little paws padding closer to the microphone. Flipping the gear over and holding it upside down a moment, Sebby regards the feed without his little sunglasses for once before turning it off.]

So um, I have a request today! Pokemon eggs. Is anyone interested in taking any off our hands? I uh.. My Pokemon and Dave's Pokemon decided to leave us a bunch this morning, and we didn't find them until we came back from training, and.. well, we aren't going to raise nineteen Pokemon, that would be insane!

[Moving the feed from herself to point at her bed, the eggs are all neatly arranged with cards beneath the respective bunch or single.] If you have trouble reading the writing, I can let you know which Pokemon is which. I can definitely say from what.. little I've researched about breeding, that the Growlithe and Solosis eggs should be really powerful once they hatch! Both had parents of the same species together and all.

We do want them to go to nice homes overall, so I'm not too interested in charging any money; just take care of them and we'll call it good, alright?

[Sitting in a chair with the gear being held by both a pair of orange paws and peeking vines, Jane clears her throat and sits up a bit straighter on realizing the red light was on. For just a moment, she's making a "Guys, you should have told me!!" sort of expression, before Jane begins with a second clearing of her throat.]

Hello, my name is Jane Crocker! Everyone, I'd like your attention for just a few minutes, please!

[Bringing up a piece of poster board with writing on it, Jane holds it steady while continuing to speak.] I'd like to ask if any of you would be available for taking a survey for me. The answers sent to this device will be private, as well as all the information given. If I do need to use it in a public setting, such as with a reveal of what the data indicates, all names will remain anonymous. It will only take a few minutes of your time, and overall, it will help myself and others begin to look for a pattern in the way people arrive or depart from this world.

If you would like to participate, here is a text portion of what I have written here, since I'm certain the video footage won't be nearly as easy to read. [There's a small 'hoohoo!' there, Jane giving the camera a smile.]

Take your time with your answers, and if you would like to help, please direct your friends to filling out the form! There will likely be a few more posts like this as I try to work on several of the unknowns in this world, so I really must thank you all for even taking the time to listen to all of this.

[With that said, Jane is moving the poster down out of sight to move and get her gear from her Pokemon; the feed shuts off, but soon enough, there's an attachment with the form for filling out.]

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[It's much later in the day when the video feed gets bumped on, where Calli the Chikorita is wiggling the gear with her vines, holding it out of reach of a whining Shinx. In the background, there's sounds of ... a battle? Lou and James are in the middle of a tag team battle, taking on some wild Pokemon with Jane and judging from the sounds that continue, are doing quite well; Calli and Geoff continue playing tag with the gear for another good ten minutes, before there is some displeased barking.

Both little ones drop the gear and scurry away, where a Growlithe shows up on the feed and yaps at the screen some more. It's not much longer before Jane finally appears, looking.. well, all sorts of weary and tired. Giving the dog Pokemon a dubious look, she reaches down to get the gear.]

Comet, shush! No one is there!

[Rubbing one eye and looking at the screen again, Jane almost jumps out of her skin on seeing that red recording light. Smacking her hand over the camera, she fumbles a few minutes before it turns off.]

I'm having a bit of trouble contacting Roxy. I was sure she was not that far behind me when we were getting to town, and her Pokemon came in with us.

[Concerned. Very much concerned. She's even in the process of backtracking to see if she just got distracted or fell asleep or anything.]

Her eggs both hatched as well, so I know she will want to see them! Maybe her phone is broke, with the response I keep getting..

[IF ANYONE KNOWS ANYTHING. PLEASE. SHARE THIS INFORMATION.]

You know, I thought the trip to Violet would take much longer. Either way, I guess I've made it just in time?

[Sup, this young lady is wearing a dirty old fedora and a mustache, the latter just visible over the top of her scarf. Her face may look familiar, though her hair a touch curlier than her Poppops, but HI VIOLET CITY, she's the spitting image of John Egbert. Looking past the screen a few moments, Jane frowns just a touch and leans.]

Sebby, no, you are staying right here with me. The other people and Pokemon aren't trying to do anything, they're just walking by!

[Something sounds a little displeased, but when Jane rights up to continue talking, there's a Buneary perched on her shoulder, wearing a pair of pointed sunglasses.]

Anyhow, could someone recommend a few techniques for an overprotective Pokemon? I appreciate his concern, but he gets a little out of hand when he wallops strangers who simply walk little close.

Mr. Strider, I have a request for your attention? Lil Sebastian has ... well, I can't really say he's gone missing, but I'm a bit confused. You said he had a stuffed rabbit beneath his exoskeleton, and now he seems to be wearing it on the outside. Was that some sort of "blending in to get the tactical advantage" setting I don't know about? It's bad enough that I still have to repair Poppop when I "return home", but I don't think Dad will take to a sunglasses wearing critter running about; at least with his more robot-looking appearance, I could have him hold still and pretend to just be a toy you sent.

Honestly, this entire little charade going on around me is nothing short of eyebrow-raising. I can't really have been transported somewhere when all that's happened is Lil Seb looking ready to drop the fridge; I haven't even had the opportunity to get my game yet!

[There's at least a good four minutes before the next text shows up.]

This isn't some ironic test to make me less skeptical about what I'm hearing and seeing, is it? Or is this suddenly one of the occasions where I'm being caught by a giant, squishy, foam butt and have yet to wake up from the weird dreams?