PICARATS 009 [VIDEO/ACTION IN GOLDENROD]

[profpuzzle]

[Y'know, a lot of video feeds starts out quite normal, don't they? They just begin for a few seconds on the person starting it or perhaps the floor then towards the owner of the gear. It doesn't really matter. They all manages to have a very calm start and Professor Layton is one of those kinds of people that has all of his feeds opening like that

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[of_france]

[France grimaces as he watches the feed. Wow, talk about bad luck.]

It seems that Hell likes to play horrible tricks on us.

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[profpuzzle]

[Yeah, horrible luck. Well, on the good side, at least he isn't hurt too badly, so he gets back to France shortly after his whole fall.]

Yes, and its Pokemon as well. There has been previous incidents where the Pokemon has seemed to be quite bored.

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[of_france]

Previous incidents? Like Halloween? Or were there others?

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[profpuzzle]

I am afraid to say that there have been incidents before the one on Halloween. Fortunately, they were dealt with, but they were quite unsettling.

[Yeah, nightmares. That's one thing he doesn't ever want to touch again.]

Compared to those, being transported to another city is quite small.

[miniworth]

[Hey professor! Look who was also transported to Goldenrod and is just coming back from a walk down the street on an errand for Nurse Joy, as well as in order to get some information regarding the city, the past three days, and Team Rocket? -- it's little Edgeworth!

He approached the dogpile of Pokémon and Professor with his own crowd of Pokémon (Tadpole, Spinny the Spinarak, and Phoenix's Quagsire) trailing behind him, and he gives the Professor a worried look from over the bag of groceries. That fall must have hurt, and the ground must be cold... but how in the world is that hat staying on?]

Are you all right, Professor?

[He stands at a polite distance and looks down at the pile in concern, and if you look up, Professor, you'll probably see nothing but his huge bag of groceries, the three Pokémon, and the significant lack of the orange dog that had given birth to that egg you own. ]

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[profpuzzle]

[Years of practice and-- what many people are starting to believe --gluing it to his head. It's probably the former. The Professor does not fancy the idea of having to apply sticky substance all over his hair to keep it on. He likes his hair nice and glue-free, thank you very much.

The Professor pushes himself up after his Pokemon has decided that perhaps tackling him to the ground has not been the smartest idea ever. That and, goodness, what will happen to the egg if they has kept this up? Straightening his hat again, he stands up and looks towards the voice of concern.]

Miles? You are located here as well?

[He nods at Miles' own question.]

Yes, I am quite fine. My Pokemon seems to be excited for some reason.

[Why, he has no idea. And how on Earth did they get out of his Pokeballs and outside? Hm...]

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[miniworth]

[Edgeworth digs into his pocket and offers the Professor his handkerchief -- the man had some dust on his face, after all! He adjusts his hold on those groceries and smiles at the Professor's Pokémon.]

Something might have happened the last three days. They probably missed you, sir.

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[profpuzzle]

[The Professor accepts the handkerchief with a smile and a "thank you". He returns it once he does get the dirt off his cheek.]

The past three days? Did anything happen recently to have us relocated?

[Guess who didn't check the date yet? The Professor is behind on things, waking up later than others. Those dang zombie dogs and their fascinations for chewing on his knee.]

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[philanthrotaku]

Yep, definitely Goldenrod.

[Says the nerd waking by with an eleven-foot cobra and four-foot giraffe-sheep-whatever-an-Ampharos-is.]

You got relocated too? Seems like a lot of people did.

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[profpuzzle]

[Well, let's add another thing into his surprise pile today. Otacon, what on Earth is that giraffe-sheep-whatever-an-Ampharos-is thing you have there? And that cobra...Good Lord, it seems large enough to eat someone.

He pushes himself up once his Pokemon has decided to get off him. He straightens his hat.]

Is that so? I did not expect others to be in the same situation as myself. It is quite troublesome.

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[philanthrotaku]

We've allegedly all been asleep for three days. And a lot of people changed location for apparently no reason.

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[profpuzzle]

Hm, my memory for the past few days are quite hazy and I cannot recall any details. Has anyone come up with a theory as to why this is?

[shellderkillder]

[Guess what OTHER overly-British gentleman also woke up in Goldenrod. He spotted Layton's top hat just seconds before he was collectively tackled by his Pokémon, and... well, he's in no real RUSH to get to him. He just speeds up his pace a bit, and when he gets to Layton, he's still covered in Pokémon.]

You too, professor?

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[profpuzzle]

[Oh, thanks, Shelly. He can always count on you to help him out...sob...Well, the Professor stands up after his Pokemon gets off of him. He pats his clothes and straightens his hat.]

Ah, Mr. Doe. Yes, it does seem like I have been transported to this city as well.

Do you have any ideas as to why?

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[shellderkillder]

I have no idea, I'm afraid. All I know is that we are far from being the only ones.

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[profpuzzle]

That leaves us quite in quite the predicament. At the very least, a change in location is not all that harmful compared to previous events.

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[conscionably]

It's not Heaven. [Yeah, guess who tends to be overly literal. He's also not familiar with Goldenrod, so he can't help you out there.]

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[profpuzzle]

[It's a few minutes after when the Professor sends out a reply. He has had to wrestle his Pokemon off after all.]

Haha, yes. I meant it in a figure of speech. Heaven probably does not resemble a city, I assume.

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[conscionably]

Heaven has no one specific appearance.

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[profpuzzle]

Yes. The possibilities are endless. We can only speculate from it all.