[Considering in the past instances of such events France has been dropped face-first from a great height, trapezed around the entirety of the world blooming naked, and, in one particularly memory (or non-memorable, depending on how you look at it) been trapped inside of a vending machine, waking up this late morning still in the bed he fell asleep in the night before is exceptionally tame.]

[Waking up in the bed he fell asleep in on top of a volcanic rock formation on Cinnabar Island instead of his Goldenrod Hotel room is exceptionally not quite so tame.]

[France palms on the 'Gear, which thankfully made the trip with him next to his pillow, the camera picking up bedhead, half-asleep panic, and the beginning of a sunburn due to sleeping the morning away in the hot tropical sun, oblivious. He blinks owlishly at the 'Gear, voice colored by sleep=addled dismay.]

What -?

[He catches sight of the pinkish state of his own face in the little feed screen, and his eyes widen comically in horror. Immediately, he moves to the side of the bed where he usually keeps his bag, only to find it gone--along with his sunscreen and any and all clothes.]

No.

No.

This is a nightmare!!!

[If it wasn't already obvious from the angle the camera has of the expanse of pale back now visible on the screen, France sleeps naked.]

[The feed opens up to the outskirts of Saffron City just before Route 7 sometime in the mid-afternoon. It's a picturesque scene: green, summer-lush trees, well-combed grass, and a herd of multi-seasonal Deerling dotting the scope of the camera. The focus of the shot shifts after a couple of seconds to show one autumn-form Deerling in particular that is eating out of the palm of France's hand.]

[In the background, however, unnoticed for the moment by France, there is dust rising, and those watching the 'Gear might pick up the beginnings of static noise as a number of stampeding Blitzles careen towards France's back.]

[France grins at the 'Gear, voice cheerful and boastful although increasingly distorted by the static noise.]

This is Bénézet, the newest addition to my team! Isn't he a lovely and unique specimen among these cre...

[At this point, the feed's audio is far too distorted to be understandable. A moment passes where France continues speaking inaudibly before France finally notices something's up. He looks away from the 'Gear, which subsequently shifts the focus off-center to give a view of France's shoulder, the sky, and a rising cloud of dust before there's a blare of static and the feed abruptly cuts out.]

[Public Video to All]

[France is grinning winningly at the camera, although he looks a little bit tired; it's been a rough past week for him. Still, he's in good spirits (due in part to the music), and, when he speaks, his joy is genuine.]

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

[His smile quirks slightly, shifting more into smirking territory.]

I know what I'm going to be doing.

[He chuckles, pleased with himself, eyes dancing.]

What about you?



[Private Video to Envy]

( Scene: a single red rose lain artfully over a white pillow )