leftinbasketforfbi: (Time to talk down the crazy guy)
[Well, someone is out of their element.

When Reid turns on his communicator, he's sitting outside the little place on the outskirts of Saffron that he rented with Mio. He's sitting on the grass with a bag (full of things he bought for his Pokemon) tossed to the side, and he's besides a clutch of three multicolored eggs--nestled among those eggs is a Ponyta without any kind of flame, struggling to stand up.]


Uh, hi? I'm, uh--I mean, for those of you who don't know me, I'm Spencer. Dr. Spencer Reid.

[Reid stands up and hesitantly approaches the Ponyta. Gingerly, as if it's a live bomb, he rests his hands on its chest and stomach, trying to help it stand.] I've never really handled horses before? If--I mean, if there's anyone in the general area of Saffron who knows something about it, then I'd really--

[FOOM OH CHRIST THERE'S FIRE

Reid jumps back with a yelp when a bright mane and tail bursts into life, flaring blue and proud and looking terrifying despite the horse stumbling back to its knees without Reid's support. It all looks very impressive and Reid is just going to AVOID TOUCHING THE FIRE KTHX.



And then one of the eggs besides the flaming pony, a purple egg with a scary face, starts to hatch. And in the corner of the screen, a blue lavender-tipped tentacle reaches over and grabs Reid's bag, dragging it away.

Reid is busy eyeing the flaming pony warily, so he's caught completely by surprise when his scary purple egg hatches and OH GOD IT'S A DINOSAUR THAT IS SO COOL BUT DAMN THOSE ARE BIG TEETH

A baby Aerodactyl, at least the size of Reid (that's one big baby), spreads its wings beside the kneeling Ponyta, sending pieces of egg everywhere, before starting to beat its wings and letting out a terrifying shriek. And right now, it's eyeing Reid like a snack.

Reid instinctively backs up, and then the screen is suddenly covered with a white glow from all the various Pokemon that just found the evolution stones Reid had in his bag.

The Ponyta lets out an angry whinny when the dinosaur whacks it with a furiously beating wing. A Mismagius and a Chandelure fly over them, howling and chattering, and the Aerodactyl lunges for Reid, only to be knocked out of the way by a Ninetales. The baby dinosaur snaps at the fox, trying to go for the throat, but it's still too weak to withstand Elle. Reid stumbles over, fumbling with his belt of balls, when he's hit in the head by a soaring Musharna. He stumbles again, holding his head, and behind him, the Mismagius and the Chandelure are taking turns swooping in and pinching the sides of the baby Ponyta. The Ponyta neighs furiously, trying to get on its legs so it can kick one of the giggling bastards, but it's still too weak and its trainer is too busy being dizzy and trying to get the homicidal dinosaur under control to notice the torment.

Why did Reid think getting a goddamn menagerie was a good idea?]
leftinbasketforfbi: (I've been having horrible migraines...)
Can anyone possibly give me advice on how to train a Misdreavus and a Litwick? I caught them recently, and I'm having trouble making them behave.

[And by that, he means that they keep trying to eat his soul when he's not paying attention and/or randomly screeching to scare people. That on top of a baby munna with separation anxiety is really making it hard to do anything. As he types, Flora is clinging to his head, Missy is being pinned by Yang, and Nate is in his ball because he wouldn't stop snacking on Reid.]

Advice on Ghost- and Psychic-types in general would be appreciated, actually. I never took care of animals at home, let alone animals that are capable of consuming emotions, so I'm a little out of my element.

Also, I wanted to thank everyone who tried to help Flora two weeks ago. She's doing much better now, and Nurse Joy thinks that she'll be just fine.
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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