one john, two john; purple john, blue john

[ghostytrainer]

Characters: John Egbert, the other John Egbert, a gaggle of Pokémon, and YOU!
Setting: Floor 38 (lounge floor)
Format: Either
Summary: As usual, neither John can catch a break and their birthday has to be pretty shitty. All of their friends have disappeared (thnx, jason u r a pal) so they're having a party of their own. With black jack go fish, and hookers Pokémon!
Warnings: none yet

[Should you happen to make your way to the second lounge floor today, you will be greeted with an...interesting sight, to say the least. Seated in two beanbag chairs with a table pulled up between them are god tier John and Pokémon trainer John. Each of them is holding what appears to be a handful of cards which are actually pieces of paper that they've drawn on. The rest are spread out on the table in front of them, forming a card river.]

[Yes, you guessed it...they're playing go fish.]

[Occupying a third bean bag on a third edge of the table is Michael J. the Zoroark, watching the two boys play. Chandel the Lampent, watching with equally as rapt attention, floats next to his shoulder. The rest of Johto's John's Pokémon are out and about as well today. Liv the Altaria stands next to the window, face pressed against the glass while Elliot the Dusknoir floats behind Johto's John. Slimer the Haunter and Tron the Rotom aren't as paying close attention to the game, floating around the room and getting into all sorts of things but surprisingly not causing any real trouble yet.]

[Depending on when you happen upon the pair and their monsters, you will find yourself faced with quite a different set of circumstances.]

[The game starts out good natured enough. Just a kid playing go fish with himself on his birthday. Damn this is awesome. Only not really, it kind of sucks because wow what do you know? Another shitty Egbert birthday. Who would have guessed?! So soon enough the game takes a bit of an unpleasant turn, the two boys slamming their cards down or throwing them at each other, as they snap at each other. Michael J. and Chandel look more than a little uncomfortable as this goes on.]

[...dare you approach?]

Comments

[longwinded]

[.....Hey little John, HOW DO YOU LIKE THE FOUR OF DIAMONDS IN YOUR FACE?]

I'm pretty sure this birthday can't get any shittier.

[ghostytrainer]

[NOT A WHOLE LOT, TYVM!!! But hey, at least he has all the fours now.]

Four of a kind, fuck yeah!!! [He slams them down onto the table a little harder than is absolutely necessary.]

You know, part of me almost wants to think that maybe they are all just hiding somewhere and setting up a surprise party or something but ahaha! That would break the rules!!

[longwinded]

[W O W. Okay!]

Do you have a six? [THAT WAS ASKED A WHOLE LOT MEANER THAN IT NEEDED TO BE.]

You know, I don't think they thought to throw us a party! Probably just hiding out somewhere until the day is over. I can't even seem to get ahold of Dave, and he wasn't in his room.

[ghostytrainer]

[John sighs and thrusts not one, but two sixes at John. Dammit.]

[Though immediately after that, he seems to calm down a little. It's probably only temporary though. But that first sentence about nobody thinking to throw a party kind of stings a bit. In a different way though.]

I don't know...Rose remembered last year. She was the only one who did, mind you, but even so I feel like she would have at least said something to me. But she wasn't even there when I woke up this morning...

[longwinded]

[HAH! Yes good. He lays down three sixes and becomes automatically pleased with himself.]

[John is only pulling a frown because he thought atleast the people he knew would remember. He knows the other him remembers because well...they are the same person! But celebrating with yourself is lonely and kind of lame.]

Are you sure she's alright dude? I couldn't find Dave this morning either, neither of them!

[ghostytrainer]

Ugghh... [He pushes his glasses up a little to pinch at his nose before dragging his fingers down his face.] no, I don't. But it's not like her to leave the room while I am still asleep. Whichever one of us wakes up first waits for the other before leaving the room.

[SIGN.]

I haven't seen hide or hair of either of the Daves either. Or Jade, for that matter. Got any sevens?

[longwinded]

Then something is up dude, and whatever it is it has made them all disappear. Maybe they're waiting for us on another floor...or I don't know! Maybe they just forgot about today completely.

Uuuugh.. [He mirrors pushing his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose, before he tosses a single seven John. Stupid asshole taking all of his sevens.]

We definitely need to scope this out.

[ghostytrainer]

[Damn, only one? That's not enough to complete a set! Poo!]

I don't know how much scoping out there is to do, to be honest. Their names are all still on their doors. Which means they aren't gone for good. Either they're hiding somewhere in the tower or they all got sent back for a temporary, yet indeterminate length of time.

[longwinded]

[Wow, just go fuck off dude. He didn't have that many!]

So what do we do, sit here and hope they aren't gone for good? I don't like the sound of that, but, I don't really know my way around like you do, or I would go myself.

Got any nines?

[ghostytrainer]

Go fish.

To be fair, even if you did know your way around it would take us days to search every last nook and cranny. Plus there are the floors we can't access.

[Which he...sincerely hopes is not where they are right now.]

They really need to give us some kind of portable communicator or something here. It's so fucking hard to find people otherwise. You kinda just have to run into them by chance.

[longwinded]

[He grumbles, pulling a card out of the deck. Stupid asshole. He didn't want to draw cards. He needed to win! Not have more cards that he needs to match. Grumble grumble cranky grumble.]

What if they are there? They aren't toast, are they?

[Siiiiiiigh.]

Why haven't they made that a thing?

[ghostytrainer]

[He sighs.]

I don't know. I doubt they are toast, as you put it but if they really are down there they chances are it's nothing good. Either they are dead and having their souls put into new "bodies" or something else even worse.

[He pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment.]

Or they decided to stage a break in and didn't tell us about it. Somehow I doubt that's the case though.

[longwinded]

That whole concept still grosses me out. I don't think I want to experience that ever. I would suggest we stop throwing cards in each others faces for a goddamn second to go find them but I don't guess that will help us any to go down there, will it?

[Sigh.]

I doubt it too. Got any kings?

[ghostytrainer]

Well then don't die, that's really the only way to avoid it. So you're pretty set as long as you don't do anything heroic or blatantly evil, right? You're right though, not only is there no guarantee that they are actually down there, but there is also no way to GET down there.

[He hands John a single king.]

[longwinded]

I bet you could totally see me doing something blatantly evil, right? I just have to avoid doing something heroic, unless you know...it's called for. I have to do what I have to do sometimes. Ugh, that's shitty.

[He sets down his set of kings.] Got any Queens?

[hellacious]

Whoa there, Egberts.

[+1 Strider, as Sis blinks on her way up the stairs, going from a shadow on the stairs to a shadow looming over them. She looks down between them at the cards and quirks an eyebrow.]

Cards, huh? What, no hookers and blow? Or were they fresh out of request forms downstairs?

sorry we're hitting this up late. skjdfjksf. but it's gonna go sis > ou john > au john 'u'b

[longwinded]

[Well, we can say this John has never come across a lady Strider and fuck if he isn't staring. He also kind of forgot what the fuck he was yelling about anyways.]

I don't believe we even checked. Just kinda made our own cards and started throwing shit, and pretty much forgot anything else that could have been relevant to this card game. [Anger issues arose okay.]

[ghostytrainer]

[Meanwhile, this John has come across this particular lady Strider before and it wasn't exactly under the best of circumstances. He's staring too, though at the floor instead of Sis because didn't he try and hit on her once? Yeah he kind of did.]

Yeah, what he said pretty much.

[hellacious]

[Behind her shades, Sis rolls her eyes a little and reaches out to ruffle both heads of dark hair, shaking her head.]

Man, Egberts. I would have expected more movie marathons or practical jokes gone wild from what I hear about you from the Little Man. Did the tower knock all the fun out of you two or what?

[longwinded]

[Aw man why the hair ruffle. Not even cool Sis. His hair is a precious and delicate thing! No he's just being a brat.]

No. There just isn't anyone to pull a practical joke on as far as people we know. They're gone. All of them. Literally. No fucking joke.

[ghostytrainer]

[Just what their hair needed. To be even messier. How on earth did you know, Sis?]

Yeah and the movies here are kinda...weird. Like. Really weird.

[hellacious]

[It is a honed Elder Sibling instinct to know when hair needs mussing, John. It just is.]

All of them? Any clue where they mighta gone?

[That's both surprising and disturbing- she knows none of the Striders would let this day go unmentioned, and neither would the Lalondes.]

And weird how?

[longwinded]

[But Sis.... :( ]

Not a clue. Alternate me woke up and Rose was gone. I went to go find wither of the Dave's or Jade and they were gone and then I went looking for Bro. He was gone too.

[John shrugs.]

I haven't watched any of the movies here, so that is all on other me.

[ghostytrainer]

Not so much as a note or anything. And Rose wouldn't do that to me...she always waits until I wake up before she leaves the bed. And vice versa on the rare occasions where I wake up first.

[One less thing for them to potentially panic over, you know?]

The movies are just weird though...I have never heard of any of them and the few I watched were just...yeah weird is really the only way to put it.