video, backdated to March 5

[telewarped]

Hey, losers. This has definitely been one of the months I've had so far, but now I'm officially bored to death.

[There is a general air of malaise permeating this message, even if the voice of the Pokémon sending it—a gray-toned Mimikyu, currently stationed in what appears to be one of the Oran guild's dens—sounds casual and calm enough.]

At least one of you has to have a decent rec for how to kill time around here you can give me... Or just tag yourself. Whatever.

[At the words tag yourself, an image takes shape in your mind. It's astonishingly clear and will remain present in your head until your connection to this particular Grumpearl is broken.]

Later.

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[shotinhead]

[ A long pause: ] Does it need to be somebody here? Because I mean, some of these guys are fucking weird.

[telewarped]

It can be anybody you want, chief. Treat yourself!

There are definitely some real weirdos here. Personally speaking, I think Dork Heart is overdue for a roasting.

[shotinhead]

You know, I haven't messed with that weird-ass fox yet. Guess he's too sneaky for me. Blends into th'shadows.

Though I've known the sort of people who use names like that.

[telewarped]

Lucky you. I'm in a guild with him, so I don't have much choice.

[But it's obvious from her tone that she doesn't truly dislike him; this is an at least semi-fond sort of ribbing.]

So, dumb names?

[shotinhead]

Yeah, how are those other guilds, anyway? I've got my own place, but it's sort of...

Well. I've got th'other Lum people with me, but they're tiny. So th'house is sort of awkward for the three of us.

[ Wait. Silly names. He gives a snort. ] Imagine you were born called. Edward Sallow.

[telewarped]

Wait, you got your own place? I can't even get my own bed most nights here in the Spire... Can't have shit in the Oran Berries.

[She's complaining, but it's only lighthearted; the name Edward Sallow earns an immediate giggle.]

Oof. That's a rough one... I would've pressed charges.