Hey, Crow, I've got everybody ready.

<sub>[The feed flicks on to reveal a team of smallish pokemon all level 10-12 sitting on the grass. A bored-looking Glameow, a happy little Litwick, a restless Tropius with a grouchy looking Hoot Hoot on its back, and a closed Shellder.]

[Off to the side are a little Eevee and Venonat who are busy chasing each other in circles. They're just out to get some fresh air.]</sub>

I'm at the edge of town, meet me when you're ready. I hope to God there aren't any Jigglypuff out this time of day.

<sub>[The feed flicks on to reveal an unshaven face. There are bags under the photographer's eyes and his hair is sticking up on one side. He hasn't had a good sleep in who knows when.]

[When he speaks, his voice is hushed and his words are clipped.]</sub>

I'm gonna make this quick. I need smokes. I'll cover payment for them, shipping and all. Don't care what brand or flavor. Just mail them in a plain box or envelope or whatever. I can give you the address to the hotel.

Okay.

_{[Henry appears on the network once again, but this time he is far more awake and has no leaves in his hair.]}

I want to apologize if I freaked anyone out a while ago...I've been reading and it turns out, Litwick sap life energy from people... Burger was hungry when he hatched but I fed him pokemon food...I wasn't counting my pokemon snacking on me.

I wasn't in a forest at all...

_{More like someone's back yard...}

So that was a thing that happened. I named her Boo.

_{[He trails off, leaving the feed to drop into awkward silence before finally shutting it off.]}

_{[The feed clicks on and shakes for a moment as Henry struggles to sit the 'gear upright on the hotel dresser. He backs away and grins wider than...anybody has probably seen him. Ever. Dangling in his arms like a stuffed toy is a very drowsy looking baby Tropius.]}

This is Fruit Loops. He's two days old today. Envy gave him to me. He is not an owl.

_{[That's important!]}

Say hello, Fruit Loops!

_{[The little dinosaur opens one eye, then the other. There's nobody here to say hello to. XI Whatever. He yawns and tucks his head into the crook of Henry's arm.]}

That's close enough.

_{[In the background, peering over the edge of the bed is a pair of huge, yellow and blue eyes. They are not pleased with the leafy new addition. Not at all.]}

[[OOC: OH GOD THIS IS HIS FIRST VIDEO POST SINCE THE MIX'N MATCH. I AM SO SORRY, superrising I SUCK dsldfkdff]]


<sub>[Wherever Henry is, it's dark. The first thing the 'gear's camera sees is the dim light pouring out of the Ecruteak PokeMart's windows. Henry is sitting on the little walk right outside it and sorting through a bag of odds and ends like potions and pokemon snacks. Off to the side is Clam, the Shellder.]

[The 'gear eventually points at it. Henry's name is still Sharpie'd onto its shell. The pokemon's shell is sealed up tight and it isn't moving.]

[When Henry speaks, his voice is lower than it usually is.]</sub>

Is there a way to tell if your pokemon's dead or not? Clam hasn't moved in...in a while.


_{[And neither has Henry seeing as he's out alone in the middle of the night.]}

_{[This particular entry opens with a blurry view of the Poke'Mart's logo printed on a paper sack. Henry's got his 'gear in his shirt pocket and his arms full of groceries. It's not long before a faint female voice is heard off-camera.]}

Okay, I'll look.

<sub>[A door closes and -- LIGHT. And a hotel room! The sacks are placed on the floor and Henry quickly moves over to Heather's enormous gym bag. He hesitates before unzipping it because he's still not used to this touching-other-people's-things deal yet.]

[Instead of Cujo's treats being there on top of Heather's clothes like he was told, there are eyes. DOZENS OF ENORMOUS ROUND ORANGE EYES that belong to a metric shit ton of adorable spherical owl babies. They all blink up at Henry except for one enormous cross-eyed one. It's probably seeing the dresser and the bathroom door.]


Aah!</sub>

...

Aaaah!


_{[Henry backs away from the bag as several curious heads pop out of it. One owl tumbles out of the bag and onto the floor. IT WAS OVERFLOWING. WITH OWLS.]}

Aah! Aah! No. _{Nooo no no no no. Heather.} Heather!

_{[ DB WAT DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Henry quickly whips around and bumps into the bathroom doorframe, cutting the video out.]}

((OOC: A follow-up Owl Selling Post will be posted soon. This entry is backdated to  SATURDAY morning.))

[Well well well! It's this unshaven face again! This time he's not in a tree. Or under a table. Or in a ditch. He's inside a building like a NORMAL HUMAN BEING and making a face that could almost be a smile.]

I have a job.

[Henry angles the 'gear so that it can see both him and his push broom. He's been given what he looks at as a 'bathrobe' to wear while on duty. Behind him is a wooden hall with morning-lit windows and...monks.

This poor bastard. He has no idea.]

It smells kind of good in here. 

[These old guys sure do love their incense. And now that he's said that he...isn't totally sure what to do with himself. He isn't one to vlog but there's nobody else in here to talk to. Mordecai is somewhere else and these monks...they just stand around with their Bellsprouts like statues.]

This place is supposed to be quiet. I think I'll like it here.