Batookah

<sub>[Stitch is digging in his ear and he's started up the feed clearly to show you that and that only. Although it's not in a fuck-there's-something-in-my-ear kind of way but more of a what-is-this-goddamn-ringing-arghaghar way. Attentive people might notice how the palms of his hands look... red and flushed.]

[He keeps doing this as he grins and holds up a


shiny new badge, his first in fact.]</sub>

Stitch's gonna go to Ecruteak now. <sub>[And with that, end feed.]


ooc: Badge is mod-approved /o/</sub>

_{[Stitch is in a tent in Ilex forest, snuggled up in his sleeping bag. Don't ask how he got the tent. Despite the clouds of vapor steaming from his mouth, he appears to be rather comfortable]}

Network! Question for you.

Where you from?

Stitch want exact location. Quadrant, section, area and planet name. No vague answers!

He is still almost-forcibly kept at the Pokémon Center, recovering from that goddamn penumonia, but the nurses kindly let Stitch go outside today! ...only if he promised to wear a scarf and a thick jacket and come back to the Center if he was feeling ill.

Yeah, no, not really. He actually just kinda walked out on his own, but they did tell him all that. Not that he listened. Still stubborn and arrogant, but now convinced he isn't indestructible, he did put on more clothes before he went out.

He's been sitting outside for quite some time now, observing this 'christmas'-phenomena. Watching all the people go by. Being happy. Giving and recieving gifts.

Smiling.

Laughing.

....

Guess who's alone on Christmas day.

That's right.

Stitch is.

And just now he realizes how lonely he is.


_{[ooc: Quick and rushed christmas post because I won't be home/have access to a computer the next couple of days orz
Stitch is sad, who dares to try to cheer him up?]}

<sub>[Click.]

[Click.]

[Click.]


[THUNK THUNK]



[THRUNK!]</sub>


-eez, finally! Stupid old clunky Thing! -No, not you, toobaga! This!


_{[FRRZZZZKHSHSKSHKSTAAATIC]}


Hrrrgggghhhrrrrr..... this world's technology sucks.


_{[Click.]
[HELLO JOHTO FINALLY THE VIDEO STARTS UP GEEZ took him long enough]}


THERE! GUYS. Look.




She just... turn into this. Just like that. All on her own.


Sudden metamorphosis like this not natural.

....

Is normal here?

<sub>[When the feed clicks on it gives you a nice, low angle view of a wooden talbe cluttered with all kinds of kitchen utensils, and the 'Gear seems to be placed right in the middle of it all.
There are empty but food-stained plates all over the table, some haphazardly strewn cutlery is glimmering in the light and there are a couple of as-of-now empty glasses.]

[Really, this could be mistaken for an accidential feed.]

[It's just... that it isn't.]

It's Stitch, and he has discovered the wonders of catering. During the last twenty minutes he has been chowing down on all kinds of food and drinking coffee LIKE A BOSS and for some reason he feels the need to show this to you guys.]

[The feed shuffles and crackles a little as he picks it up, and before the view turns to Stitch you can see a massive mountain of plates that's wobbling ominously.]</sub>

Guuuys. This is awesome.

_{[He stuffs a piece of cake larger than his face into his mouth, swallows it, then expels an unpleasant burp. Thing is perched on the back of his chair, munching on a tiny cookie and having considerably better manners than Stitch despite being as smart as a matchbox.]}

Oh yeah, was gonna ask ye som'thing

_{[He chews absentmindedly on a toothpick]}

Everyone have sleep for three days. _{[Yes, he's been watching the 'Gear and have seen how some people have woken up in some other city and heard about how almost everyone have had weird dreams and all that jazz]}

Three days.

Seriously? Has thing like this happened before?

Anyone know where to find Team Rocket?

_{[Who is holding the 'Gear? It can't be Stitch cause he is walking. (He seems to have grown accustomed to his new long legs by the way) Oh, it must be his Derppip. And now Stitch is giving the camera a death glare.]}

Stop that.

_{[When the Hoppip doesn't stop and just keeps recording its trainers grumpy face, Stitch mutters on.]}

You shouldn't be able to carry that. You just stay afloat on the air due to the air currents, and that thing is too heavy to be lifted by the wind. Holding it should make you drop to the ground.

<sub>[He stares at Thing, expecting it to do exactly that. Since he just informed the Hoppip of it's limitations, it ought to realize it and then suddenly crash down.]

[When it doesn't, Stitch sighs.]</sub>

Yeah, keep defying this planet's physics, do that...

_{[They keep going, and the view floats pleasantly around showing either Stitch or the surroundings. By the looks of it, they're in Cherrygrove! Fantastic.]}


HAAAAAAARGHGR!


<sub>[The sudden outburst's lack of warning makes the 'Gear-holder wobble, and the view shakes uncontrollably untill it finally falls down, reaching the ground with a violent THUMP and some lines of static.]

[Something green obscures the view, and the 'Gear has a hard time focusing on it. It's too close dammit!]</sub>

Oh shit, what... what the... shit- what is... fuck!

<sub>[It's Stitch's voice... and he sounds truly horrified.]

[The blurry greenness that covered the screen moves away. Seems like it was one of Thing's leaves, or whatever those things on its head are. Said Hoppip woobles its way over to Stitch, the usual smile replaced with an O: -face of surprise. In fact, of you squint it might even look little worried.]

[For all of you in Cherrygrove who can see Stitch, he is staring at his own reflection in the PokéMart window.]</sub>