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

[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?