nostabbing: (STEAL ⚡ got to pick a pocket or two)
[It's not altogether unusual for one of Parker's Pokemon to end up featured in a video on the Network, but it seems as though today's broadcast is...slightly unusual. For one thing, these sorts of broadcasts usually come accompanied with Parker herself involved in some way, either alongside the Pokemon in question, or narrating over the top of the recording.

This time, though, the camera angle is relatively low to the ground — meaning that it's probably Gummy in charge of things — and the audio is largely silent, save for the pitter-patter of tiny padded feet on carpet (possibly the Eevees are playing somewhere nearby), and the low, faint growling of —]





[...Well, hello to you too, Nate.

The thing about a Mightyena is that, like this one's namesake, it's really easy to tell when they're upset about something, and it's pretty obvious that Nate is in a Not Particularly Good Mood. When he spots the camera rolling, though, he narrows his eyes slightly, then dips his head below the view of the screen and...

...comes up a minute later with Eeveemaru in tow, of all things. Clad as always in his little white uniform jacket, Eeveemaru at least doesn't appear to be anything more than reasonably bewildered as he dangles by the scruff of his neck from Nate's teeth, but either way the presentation doesn't last long. A minute later, Nate sets him back down again, and turns his hooded gaze back to the camera for another long moment before barking sharply, twice.

And that's...all the Network is getting out of this video today, apparently. Strange!]



[OOC: And with that, Parker knocks out for her canon update — and her Pokemon are Not Precisely Happy About It. Feel free to communicate with them in any way you like, or to action them up if you're in the Dangan House; replies may come from [personal profile] parkermons, depending!]
nostabbing: (LISTLESS ⚡ ain't got no fucks to give)
[It's a legitimately beautiful day in the neighborhood when the video comes on — the skies are partly cloudy but there are streaks of sun in places, and there's no snow on the ground. Rather, a bunch of probably incredibly confused plants have evidently decided that spring has arrived egregiously early this year, and are already starting to bud; the grass around is turning greener with every passing day, and ordinarily Parker would probably approve of that because green is objectively the best color, but today, she's...

Well.

From the looks of things, she's sitting against a tree in black jeans, a T-shirt, and a flannel hoodie over; her hair is long and a veritable mess, because she hasn't bothered to tie it back and she certainly hasn't bothered to brush it lately. And she's not really looking at the camera, despite being the one who intentionally turned it on. There's an equally tired-looking Eevee (one that, strangely, seems to be wearing a little white uniform with red trim) snuggled against her chest, and flanking her on either side are Nate the Mightyena (still in his dapper fedora) and Sophie the Ninetales (still in her diamond necklace collar), snug against her sides as though they're standing guard.

The camera angle is haphazard and sideways — not quite a Myspace angle, but clearly chosen without a whole lot of care for how the picture ultimately comes out.

Probably because it's a good reflection of Parker's mood right now.]


It's sixty-five degrees outside. In January.

[When she speaks, her voice is dull and flat — almost robotic, in the way she's just sort of pushing the words out.]

In January.

[A pause.]

Is the world ending? Maybe the world's ending.

[There's another pause, and this time when she speaks it's under her breath, more to herself than to the camera.]

Yeah. Maybe that's it.

[For a brief time, she doesn't say anything more, and then just when it's starting to look like she's forgotten she's still recording, the camera jiggles as her hand moves, and almost as an afterthought she switches the feed off.]
nostabbing: (JOT ⚡ this is going in my paper blog)
[It's late afternoon, it's eighty-six degrees and sunny, and here on a Goldenrod City park bench sits Parker with her hair pulled back in a ratty braid that dangles forgotten over one shoulder. She's basically commandeered the whole bench at this point, even though she's only occupying one small end of it; the rest remains wholly unusuable because it's covered in all manner of stuff, from Pokemon plushies to coin purses to potted plants to other odds and ends you might find at the prize counter of an arcade (and yes, there's a red-and-white Pokeball tucked away in there, too).

But despite the heaps of stuff (and the Poochyena in a fedora standing guard over it nearby, and the Vulpix with the diamond necklace for a collar sifting through it with interest), Parker doesn't seem particularly happy as she hangs out on the bench, silent but for the sound of the pencil scratching idly over the sketchpad propped against her knees. One word for her demeanor here might be "indifferent"; another few that could probably also fit would be "apathetic", "detached", "listless", or even just plain "bored".

Page by page, she's filling the sketchpad with drawings that, to all appearances, she couldn't care less about. Which might be more accurate a description than one might expect, really; this time, appearances aren't deceiving.

But eventually she sets the sketchpad aside, screws up her face for a ninety-second impromptu theater of Frustration: The Facial Expressions, and then reaches for her Gear to posit a burning question to the network: ]


~

Hey, so.

How do you know when you like stuff?



[...What? IT'S A SERIOUS QUESTION. ಠ_ಠ ]

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