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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[offtracks]

Ah......

[what the FUCK was that]

Well. There are always missions to be done? The berry-picking ones are not very risky.

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[shotinhead]

[ ...huh. ]

Is this like an ink blot test or somethin'?

Because out of those, I'd probably be makin' fun of somebody I don't like.

[quirkynote]

[........................what?]

I'm...failing to find the correlation between kissing me and one's mental health...

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[moondregs]

If you’re already bored with ending up in an entirely different world in a weird body I’m not sure what could meet your standards.

Also I don’t think A.B.A is a bird.

[quirkynote]

I am so a bird.

...I possess a beak.

[outbounds]

Stay active!

[ which is to say, he's also been going a little stir crazy between missions maybe. hello general malaise meet only slightly reined in restless, practically vibrating energy. ]

Speaking of. Have you learned anything other than Wood Hammer that can hit me yet?

[moondregs]

You also have a fin like a fish. And no wings. You’re more like a chimera.

[quirkynote]

Both aquatic and flightless variations of birds exist. I think it's perfectly acceptable to be a chimera and identify as a bird.

[conradachenleck]

... Are you serious...?

[Yeah, he doesn't want to tag himself, thanks. Though he can understand being rather melancholy.]

I don't see how you can be bored. But I get feeling, ah, sorta restless, I guess?

[moondregs]

But even the flightless ones have wings.

[ Junpei has not seen a Doduo yet. ]

[truthdecided]

...Why is A.B.A-san listed as a bird? The only thing they have in common are their beaks, which are features often associated with dinosaurs and mythical creatures like dragons as well.

[Yes, Shoka, Akechi is being that kind of person. He has the right, as the resident bird!]

[quirkynote]

The red panda possesses toes.

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[moondregs]

Thank you.

[quirkynote]

Larger falcons and accipiter hawks mostly feed on smaller birds, another feature we likely share.

[moondregs]

I’m more like a stuffed animal version of a red panda. How many real animals have tags on their rear ends? It’s not the same!

[quirkynote]

And I'm like the dog version of a bird. You just don't like the idea of being wrong!! Does my identification as a bird really bother you that much? Have you ever considered that it brings me comfort?

[truthdecided]

Threatening murder over a disagreement? I doubt that will go over well with Mightyena-san.

[Heh, heh... A bold statement to be sure.]

You're welcome to make a case for yourself, but try to be mature about it rather than threatening violence.

[truthdecided]

Of course. As the resident bird, it's my responsibility to question such a perplexing classification.

[quirkynote]

[Oh, I'm sure that's something she can absolutely do haha just kidding]

I'LL KILL YOU!!!

[telewarped]

Okay, you did not just suggest that I should do work when I'm bored.

[telewarped]

Yeah, kinda.

[Except not really.]

Hah, good choice! Who'd be the chosen subject of mockery today?

[telewarped]

Ew, what?

[She... seems not to have noticed that her brain threw A.B.A into that image.]

[telewarped]

[Casually ignoring that first remark and also the way that people are now acknowledging that her brain just automatically pasted A.B.A into that image in the worst possible spot—!]

Uh, A.B.A is so a bird. At least partly. She literally has feathers and a beak.

[telewarped]

Yeah, I totally see that one for you.

[Actually, she can totally feel it, too: an oppressive, high-energy sensation clashing with her own, opposite energy (or lack thereof). Like an unstoppable freight train meeting an immoveable wall.]

Maybe. Ask me to my face and not onpearl, and we'll see what happens.

[That would be a "no".]

[telewarped]

Dead.

[The feeling she's unwittingly sending through their psychic connection is indeed closer to melancholy—the heavy, deep emptiness of being aimless, apathetic, lost—but she manages to sound convincingly just bored when she continues:]

How can I not be? Normally I'd just play games or something, but this place doesn't even have that.