10 [VOICE--A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.]

[bestsweater]

[Brock has jacked the PA system. Well...more like persuaded Nancy to show him where it is and how to work it. He knows this is probably not allowed, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and there is a public in dire need of education. How is he supposed to get information to students and faculty who probably can't work their own computers?

The result is an intercom broadcast heard all over campus--in the classrooms, the dorms, the dining hall, through speakers on the main quad. Brock figures that it's the best and most all-encompassing method of relaying his stunning revelation, but covers all his bases just in case. He records his broadcast and then (with Nancy's help) cross-posts it to an entry in his journal, along with a text transcription, just in case anyone would rather read and type back.]

[Some time in the afternoon, the speakers crackle to life.]

--'s on? Oh, okay. Thanks, Nancy.

[Throat clearing!]

Um. Attention Sumabura Gakuen Hi. Hello, Smash Academy. This is, uh...This is Brock Harrison, I'm one of the gym leaders here, if you didn't know that, and, um...

Anyway, it has come to my attention that most of the students and faculty are now Pokemon and. Other things. I know you are probably all in various states of disorientation and confusion, so as someone who works with Pokemon, I thought it'd be a good idea to bring up a few things. Knowledge is power.

To be blunt, the breeding mechanisms of Pokemon are much different than those of many other species. In order to avoid unexpected...ah...accidents, I've posted a list of known egg groups and Pokemon in said egg groups on the bulletin board in the student union. I recommend everyone take a look at it and exercise caution and good judgment until whatever this is wears off.

If, in the event that you find a mysterious egg and do not know where it came from, please let me know immediately. Along those lines, if anyone has any general Pokemon-related questions, I'm available in TD-34 and I have a really big dry erase board and a Ouija board and lots of Scrabble tiles. For communication purposes.

[There is a long pause. He's mumbling something to Nancy in the background.]

I am also making...a lot of Poffins. A lot. They're in baskets outside of TD-34 if anyone would like them. My apologies to those of you who have become...not-Pokemon. I wish I could be more of a help. If there's anything I can do to make life easier, like open doors or do things that require thumbs, please don't hesitate to let me know however you can. That goes for everyone.

I think that's all. Please be Pokemon responsibly. Thank you.

What? No! Okay. There's the off switch. [The broadcast cuts out.]

((OOC: The whole "broadcast/audio journal/text journal thing is basically an excuse for you to respond to this entry in whatever format you'd like, whether it is voice, video, text, or action. Post as if this is a journal entry on the network! Swing by Brock's dorm to visit and talk (or try to)! Ask embarrassing and/or inappropriate questions! Steal all the poffins! Anything goes!))

Comments

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[Goose wooshed right off to feast on many poffins. Oh, and to save one for later to carry back home.

There are probably poffin crumbs all over the front of your door now, Brock.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[CRUUUMBS

Here comes Brock in his apron, wielding a broom.]

[volttackler.livejournal.com]

[Hey Brock.

There is now a mouse in one of the poffin baskets.

Good luck with that.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[THE POFFINS ARE MOVING. He digs through them a little bit until he finds the mouse. Ordinarily he would freak out and have to make all new poffins, but he doesn't want to jump to any conclusions.]

Um. Hello.

Action~

[breaks-ground.livejournal.com]

Given that his new form liked to stay up later than he was used to, Giovanni had been dead asleep during the announcement. Now, after Nidoqueen let him out of the apartment -curse his lack of hands!-, he stretched his forelimbs out, eager to run around outside and get used to being a Pokémon, at least for the moment.

As he started off, though, something caught his attention. A strong scent on the air, coming towards Brock's room. Deciding to check it out, he noticed baskets of poffins lying there in front of the door. Curious -and hungry-, he sniffed around, the spicy reds getting his attention more than the others. He carefully grabbed one, and plopped beside the door to try it out.

not an actual response to your action but it would be amusing if it was

[new-moon-prince.livejournal.com]

[GO AWAY YOU MUTT THE RED ONES ARE MIIIINE Silver is going to go around the baskets, but only eating the red ones. Because apparently those are the only good ones to him.

And then in his exploration he noticed his dad was going to take one of his favorites and shove it down his gaping maw. What if that one was the very last one? What if he wasn't satisfied with that one and then gorged himself until the only ones left were Blue? The evil, vile disgusting blue ones.

So before Giovanni could enjoy his snack he was tackled by an irate puffball. Again.]

[yellow-binesi.livejournal.com]

[Zapdos almost died from the loud announcement. GOD DAMN these sensitive ears! But he did manage to hear POFFINS and that meant FREE FOOD, right? Zapdos, listen to the entire message, plz.

There was an ice bat flying towards Brock's dorm.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Was that

Was that an ice bat.]

[at Brock's Dorm]

[proud-soldier.livejournal.com]

Gage had been hiding in his room since his transformation into a Golduck, until he heard the announcement. He decided it was time to act; he would not accept his new ducky fate.

Soon, at TD-34, a scratching noise could be heard on the door.

Re: [at Brock's Dorm]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

OH BOY

VISITORS.

Brock, still in his pink frilly apron that most definitely said "Kiss the Cook", answered the door.

[icequeen-charan.livejournal.com]

[A charizard just happened to be passing by those lists at some point in time. And she wasn't staring at them. Not at all interested in what they had to say. EXCEPT SHE WAS.]

[fire-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[Samus let's have an egg.]

[raidenchu.livejournal.com]

[Hello Brock hey hello someone looks kind of hungry and is inspecting those poffin baskets very thoroughly oh god they smell so good.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Brock offers a poffin!]

Do you want one?

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Oh no. Poffins. Oh no. He sees... he sees red ones. Oh no. Green never makes Poffins this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. But these are Brock poffins. ENEMY POFFINS. Brock sucks and Char will never live if down if he is caught eating Brock poffins.

So he's just kinda. Standing around awkwardly. Trying not to look interested in poffins.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[But enemy poffins taste SO DELICIOUS. Brock holds one out in Char's general direction.]

[getthisguyoffme.livejournal.com]

*Hello Brock, there's a hungry Politoed staring at the poffins*

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Do you want some?

[He holds out the basket!]

[pink-shroom.livejournal.com]

Peach appreciatively takes a sweet poffin and eats it politely!

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[He knows you are supposed to be a pretty lady this is so weird.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

What the crap smells so good?

What are these little disk things?

Why do the red ones taste so good? WHY CAN'T HE STOP EATING THE RED ONES?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Why does everyone like the red ones?

This Blastoise is eating a lot so here comes Brock with a batch of red ones JUST FOR HIM.]

action

[airmajesty.livejournal.com]

Falkner had been wandering around for DAYS. And yet, as strongly as his will to find a solution to this problem burned, he hadn't gotten any closer than when he started. He was completely new to the strange occurrences that filtered through this magical school, and worst off, he didn't know his way around. Not only did that bother him to no end, but he was forced to survive in unknown territory. Needless to say he was pretty drained by now.

So when the intercom fizzled on and Brock's voice was heard, hope for him was born. TD-34? That shouldn't be the most difficult place to locate- that was a teacher's dorm. Maaaaybe he should just. Wander around that hallway for a bit. It's not like he had anywhere else to go.

Falkner's Piplup instincts were very strong, so it wasn't any surprise that he was a bit... hesitant about coming into Brock's abode. Taking food like this instead of finding his own... what a disgrace! So have a conflicted penguin peeking around the doorframe, staring hungrily at the poffins while trying to pretend he wasn't going to come in.

Re: action

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Oh look! A Piplup. This was very exciting.

Even if Falkner wanted to keep his pride, there was not much hope in resisting Brock's delicious poffins. Especially not when Brock recognized a longing for poffins.

He was just going to put one on a napkin. And nudge it towards him.

[rivalrazorleaf]

[Oh god he smelled poffins. He was so little. Oh god. A forgeign delight and he was trying so hard not to eat anyone lest they be students like Tony the Butterfly.

Brock there was a tiny yellow frog leaping frantically around the basket. It is both tiny and frantic.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Woah that sure is a tiny frog. Brock gets down on his knees to be less horrible and scary.]

Hello?

[twilightprincess]

[Hello what is this basket and what is inside of it and there is a black fox sticking her nose in there. Yip yip.]

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[Said fox is going to find one of these poffins to be especially sharp and pointy. Even though Blacky is no longer a Pokemon, she can't resist the call of free sweet poffins. But they're just NOT THE SAME.]

[safetyglasses.livejournal.com]

[Maxwell was chewing on one of the basket handles. He couldn't help it okay?

...So... so good....]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[MY BASKETS]

Woah, hey, those aren't for eating.

[notsotoxic.livejournal.com]

[Vianca stood warily outside of Brock's door, eying all the baskets. Those must of been the poffins he had mentioned. She was a little curious about how they tasted, but she left them for those affected. Instead she curiously poked her head through the door after giving a short knock.]

Ah... Hello?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Here he is, in his KISS THE COOK apron.]

Hi there.

[natureprincess]

[Eventually, Erika did make it to the greenhouse and she did harvest some berries for Brock. So logically, she'd have to deliver them to him at some point, even if she wasn't sure if she could look him in the face properly without blushing yet. Sob. But there she was showing up anyway!]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Brock is COPING. Erika with a ripped kimono was certainly not the most awful thing he has ever seen.]

Erika! Hi!

[raikovchu.livejournal.com]

[Raikov's gonna eat the entire batch if no one stops him]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[SO MANY HUNGRY POKEMON. Brock is just going to nudge a basket towards this little Raichu.]