[Prose]

( Marianne knows she's not a nice girl. )



[Action]

[The 'Gear comes on to find a very self-satisfied France grinning at the audience of the network. Have you missed this arrogant fail, Johto?]

Today, a milestone has been reached in Johto history!

[The camera shifts around to show one massive Charizard and a glaring Ninetales. If you look closely in the background, you can spot one sunbathing Umbreon as well as a rippling Ditto at her side.]

Louis has evolved into a Charizard, and Marianne has reached her hundredth level nearly a year since my glorious and eventual arrival in this place!

[France shifts the 'Gear back upon himself, wearing his most sparkletastic winning grin.]

I propose this be declared a national holiday, in honor the greatness of France!

[Welcome, one and all, to the Kimono Dance Theater. It's truly a lovely establishment. There are cushions of the fluffiest sort lining the floor, and the scent of sandalwood permeates throughout the room. But, of course, there is the stage upon which the beautiful Kimono Girls dance.]

[The stage doesn't have curtains. It's a bit lower than France has grown used to--no orchestra pit, no secret passages for great machines--, but he's had a bit of time to adjust. Today, unfortunately, he isn't the star, but the light catches and caresses all the same. He moves slowly, deliberately, all the grace of his arts behind him, fulfilling his role as only the expert actor in him can.]

[Today, France is performing for the first time as a Kimono Girl.]

[It's the evening show, done in the twilight of the day and the first shadow of night. He's dressed in blue furisode with royal carts carried upon clouds and trailed by red flowers, a short train trailing after him as he moves. France is, privately, not entirely sure-footed in the wooden geta, but he does a good job of disguising his lingering mistrust for the wooden shoes as they perform the dance.]

[As the dance draws to a close, the Girls file off the stage, heads held high until they pass behind the sliding doors and into the darkness. For a few moments, the camera's view wobbles, like whoever was taping that is running low to the ground. The view goes through the door, and the sound of giggling can be heard. France comes into view, the wig from the performance removed and his usual sprawl of blond hair mussed from it. He's grinning widely, still wearing the make-up and clean-shaved for once. He looks utterly feminine--at least until he speaks.]

Thérèse, you naughty girl, I was looking for that -

[The 'Gear's focus fuzzes briefly before the feed goes out.]

[The 'Gear feed comes on to a very unique array of pokémon. Yes, that's the proper way to put it. There's a Meganium that looks rather sad and put-out, a Feebas that's trying her best hiding behind the Meganium's leg, and an Umbreon spread out in front of all the other two to display her sleek, black-furred belly as she wags that yellow-ringed tail lazily at the camera. Yes, a very unique array indeed.]

It looks like the Netherlands has gone, too. I found his Meganium in my box today...

[France sighs off-screen, and the poor Juli makes a sad sound. The Feebas comes momentarily back into view to make a comforting noise before hiding out of the camera's view again. France continues in a slightly more cheerful tone.]

Cecil, the egg I got from you hatched last night! I'm naming her Cecilia, so -

[Thérèse chooses that moment to stretch in what is mostly likely the equivalent to pokémon sensuality, a long, luxurious cry ringing through the air. She keeps up the show, accompanying each shift in her display with an appropriate sound, clearly inviting any other pokémon on the network to come visit me; I'm so very lonely!]

Thérèse, stop that, I'm trying to--David, what are you -?!

Jesus Christ!

[And the last thing you see on the feed is David the Poliwag taking things into his own hands by Body Slamming the 'Gear into darkness.]

[The 'Gear comes on to a very smug-looking Martin the Ditto in the middle of France's pokemon who all look extremely happy and utterly pleased with themselves. Behind them, there is a pie of eggs of all sorts of different colors arranged neatly and with an extra space heater to make sure they're kept warm.]

Okay, Merlin, you were right.

[France doesn't sound too upset; he actually appears, once the 'Gear shifts to his face, rather more amused than put-out. He beams after a moment, throwing an air kiss at the camera.]

Hello, Johto! Would any of you handsome gentleman and lovely ladies like to get your hands on fresh, authentic French eggs? I've got Drifloon, Eevee, Poliwag, and Vulpix eggs here, and they need to go to good homes.

[The 'Gear turns back to France's pokemon and the eggs. Thérèse the Eevee pokes at Martin, who wiggles happily, whilst Kai and Drifbim float over the eggs and Marianne and David stare at the camera, the former with a latent threat and the latter utterly soullessly.]

I've got a number of each, so just drop me a line or a text within the next few days if you'd like to purchase an egg or two or three.



[[OOC: IC post following yesterday's OOC post here. Again, there are twenty egg slots in all, but they can go anywhere; current egg slot count is 20/20.]]