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!))

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[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.]

[twilightprincess]

[Midna is going to stop sticking her nose in quite so enthusiastically. Ow. She makes a little snort that sounds more like a giggle than anything else.]

Fancy meeting you here.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

[Pokes her head out of the basket! ...Whoa it's like looking into a mirror except Blacky is not a black foxlike thing right now so never mind. STILL SURREAL.]

Goodness, I'm terribly sorry about that. [Headtilt. There is something else familiar here...]

[twilightprincess]

Not to worry, I doubt you can help it when you're that much of a pin cushion.

[She mimics the headtilt, flicking her ears forward.] Ah.. Would you happen to have any recommendations with these? I can't say I've ever had one before, hee hee.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

It's really all a matter of personal preference. I myself like the pink ones, as I have a bit of a sweet tooth. Blue ones I find bland and dry, yellow ones are generally sour, green ones are bitter, and... Red ones are far too spicy for my liking."

And then she remembered something very vital about canines.

"...Er... I suppose you're better off sniffing out the flavour than judging by sight, of course. Let me get out of this basket so I don't injure your nose."

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

WHY DO THEY INSIST ON CRAWLING ALL OVER THE POFFINS.

[twilightprincess]

"I suppose so," the fox replied with a laugh. "This limited colour palette is taking some getting used to. Thank you."

She waited for the tiny animal to crawl out of the basket before she delved her nose in again. Everything jumbled together was created a rather interesting blend of flavors, but it wasn't hard to pick out the one that seemed most appealing to her. She latched on to what she assumed was a green one based on the hedgehog's description. Mmmm.

And then she looked up at the appearing Brock with the biggest of foxy grins. ALL OVER YOUR POFFINS BROCK. EVERYWHERE.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

"Once you get used to identifying things fully by smell you won't even need to see in colours!" Of course, that was coming from someone who only realized she was seeing in monochrome later in life.

She grabbed a half-eaten pink poffin from the edge of the basket and pulled it down, noticing Brock as she did so. Have a tiny hedgehog wave, Brock.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

"Hello." He offered, creeping closer and fighting the urge to tell them not to get their paws all over the poffins that everyone else was going to eat. "Enjoying them?"

[twilightprincess]

Man what did he expect from a bunch of animals anyway. Not everyone had the benefit of hand-like appendages. Not that Midna knew anything about that thought. She took a speculative bite out of the poffin and was quiet pleased to find it delightfully bitter. Her tail swished in a manner more appropriate for a dog, and the fox gave a nod of her head. Good job, Mr. Breeder.

"I imagine these must taste much better if you're a pokemon."