leftinbasketforfbi: (With a HUGE rack--wait wrong character)
[Well, sort of accidental. Reid doesn't know about it, but Missy totally turned it on on purpose.

At first, all there is is smoke, and the sound of coughing.

And then there's light, and for those who are familiar with it, Violet from outside the Violet Gym. Missy felt the need to televise this because LOOK LOOK HER TRAINER GOT HIS FIRST BADGE EVERYBODY! 8D

While Missy is chattering about how awesome the battle was and how proud she is of Reid and how she wants to ride a bird now and on and on, Yang looks ready to collapse, Reid is cradling Elle in his arms because she's already collapsed, and Reid is doubled over in a horrible hacking coughing fit. Missy flies circles around him with his Munna (who is being ridden by a Litwick) and a Yamask, and after about a minute of straight coughing, the Yamask starts to grumble and floats right at Reid, pressing one appendage to his back, another at his throat, and forcefully straightening him while massaging the esophagus.

The coughs stop immediately, and Reid gets rigid at the unexpected contact. After a couple more moments, the Yamask releases him and floats back into the ring of undamaged flying Pokemon, grumbling about how he should just be like everyone else and go into a gym with massively over-leveled Pokemon next time.]


Uh, thank you, Amanda. You see, guys, this is why I teach you about physics. He was more experienced than me and had stronger animals, but taking advantage of thermodynamics--

[Elle paws him in the chest. Less lecturing, more going to the Center.]

Oh, right, sorry. [He starts approaching the Center, and his new badge gleams on his shirt.] While the nurse is looking at you both, I'll get something to thank you.

[And he is still blissfully unaware of Missy broadcasting the whole thing.]
leftinbasketforfbi: (I'm smarter than you so just listen)
[He doesn't like going on the network. Like, he really doesn't like going on the network. Unfortunately, he has to move past it right now because SCIENCE and also his munna is sick.

So when the feed starts, Reid (who is wearing HUGE glasses today) is sitting with his back against a tree, taking a break from all the traveling with Mio. Yang the Absol is curled up next to Reid's leg, staring at the communicator. In Reid's arms is the most sad-looking munna ever, and its face looked a little green. It's a sick, sad munna.]


Um, hi?

[Reid cradles Flora the munna carefully, readjusting the glasses on his nose.] Right. Uh, for those of you who don't know, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. Not that--you don't have to call me that. Spencer or Reid will work fine.

[As you can probably tell, Reid is not good at talking to lots of strangers.]

It's come to my attention that no one's ever formally gathered data about arrivals and departures from this place, and in hopes of finding a pattern that could lead us to being able to better predict who might come and go, I put together a survey. The more people who contribute, the more useful the results will be, so any spare moment you could use to fill it out would be appreciated.

[He switches to text briefly to provide a link to the survey.]

This, um... isn't exactly my realm of expertise? That is, my specialty is largely theoretical and practical applications of knowledge, not setting up studies, and without any kind of possible beta testing, this study isn't exactly what I would call formal. So really, any suggestions on how to improve it or any help from people experienced with correlational studies would be helpful.

On a more personal note...

[He glances down, his glasses hiding his eyes, and he shifts so the munna is more visible on the screen. The poor thing looks utterly pathetic--she's not even hovering.]

Flora has been very sick since she hatched. Does anyone know what might be wrong with her?

[She'll tell you what's wrong with her. She's living off a steady diet of nothing but sleep terrors and nightmares. Reid, you really should see someone about that.]
leftinbasketforfbi: (I don't think that's how that works)
[Click.

A big paw is batting at the Gear.]


Yang, stop playing with that.

[The Gear is showing the ceiling of an inn in Cherrygrove. A slender hand comes down on the camera briefly, and then the Gear is set on a table, and it shows Spencer Reid (considerably more calm now than he was on Sunday) walking back to the bed, where a very cranky Absol sits with a Munna egg wrapped in a warm towel next to him.

Also, there's half a library's worth of books piled around the room. No, seriously, if you put them all in one stack, it'd nearly be Reid's height.

Absol makes a irritable grunting noise.]


I know, I know, but we'll go out for some fresh air soon, promise. I just need to get through some more of these.

[He picks up a brick-sized book seemingly at random, sitting down on the bed with his legs crossed before placing the wrapped up egg in his lap. In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have taken one before he knew what he was doing, but he doesn't really trust the textbooks here that much and wants to make observations of development by himself.

Yes, someone has started to consider the possibility that he's not completely insane. Since he might not be insane, he wants to learn about where he is, and he wants to learn everything.

He opens up the book and started fanning through the pages, as if he were trying to find his spot, but he doesn't stop. He turns the pages so fast that he can't possibly be reading them, so it's unclear what he's doing.]


Give me half an hour. We'll go out then. And if you really want to, I guess we can go into the woods and find something for you to fight.

[...No, he still hasn't noticed that Yang turned on the Gear. People who told him this wasn't a prank should feel free to gloat and say they told him so.]

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