usaginouke: (Ha ha hah this is totally not a fake lau)
[Misaki is sitting at a table in the lobby of a popular inn in Violet City. On the table is a huge plate of plain, homemade sugar cookies. Next to it is a large array of colored frostings, sprinkles, candies and other decorating tools. Sunkern is also on the table, though she seems ill at ease.

Misaki moves to hold the Gear closer to himself. Although he looks a little tired, he's clearly excited, and maybe a little antsy as well.]


S-so, although the music has been kinda weird today, I though it would be a good idea to... you know, make some things for Halloween. If anyone is interested and not too scared to come over, feel free to come get some cookies. W-we'll decorate them together.

This is the inn I'm working at right now. They said I could use their ovens as long as I cleaned up after myself, so... so if anyone wants to help me make more cookies for when we run out, that would be great, too!

Ah... just, be careful coming over. That music is... [Well, he can't really say anything other than it's creepy. Maybe nothing bad will happen. :/ Maybe. He can only hope.]

((ooc: Action is allowed for anyone in Violet City. If your character is a friend of Misaki's, has a sweet tooth or is just curious, feel free to have them drop on by. And I'll be responding slowly, so I apologize for that.))
usaginouke: (WHAT THE EFF IS THAT!?)
((ooc: Backdated to Thursday night, about 10 or 11pm.))

[It's dark and rather hard to see, but as close as he's holding the PokéGear it's no wonder some features can still be made out. A rather flushed and panicked Misaki has just turned on his video feed and WHAT THE FFF--ARE THOSE HOARDS OF ZUBAT CHASING HIM!?!? HOW DO YOU EVEN GET YOURSELF INTO THESE SITUATIONS, MISAKI???

He's talking in short spurts, panting to keep his breath. No matter what, he doesn't want to stop running!]


H-hey! How... d-do I... make... these things... st... stop!?

[There isn't much time for anyone to answer, because just a few seconds later Misaki is falling. Falling... off a ledge. A loud thud and "Ufff!" can be heard when he hits the ground, but the PokéGear seems to have been knocked free from his hand. For a moment, all that can be seen is the fleeting shapes of Zubat as they rush, screeching overhead against a spray of stars and waxing moonlight.

They disappear after only a few minutes, and now the screeching and flapping are replaced by a wheezing cough to the side.]


This... this is... it's just... [A small sob.] ... I just want to go home.

[He sits up, and reaches for his PokéGear. With his free arm, he wipes away at his face and sniffles once more before cutting the feed.]

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