mischiefbreeder: (Think about it like this.)
[The journal clicks on, and Gold appears on the other end. He appears to be rather dirty, and he has a shovel slung over his shoulder. His goggles are pulled down over his eyes, presumably related to the aforementioned dirt and shovel.]

Hey, anybody know where I can find some cement? Preferably not dried. You know, the powdery stuff you have to mix and pour!

[Outside all day, along the river between houses 15 and 16, there is Gold, digging a large hole in the ground. A large green frog and small purple monkey seem to be curously watching him, while the even larger fire badger thing has decided to instead sleep in and soak up the sunlight, ignoring what its trainer is doing instead. Gold appears to be carelessly tossing the dirt behind him so that it inevitably collects on the path. Try not to trip over the pile or get hit by flying dirt, especially if you decide to stop and gawk at what he's doing.]
mischiefbreeder: (Hey...)
[There is a long, drawn out yawn, as if someone had just woken up. A few moments pass, with the sound of leaves and grass crinkling in the background, before the journal is lifted up. He's yet to realize it's on and running.

A sigh. Then he starts musing to himself.

You know, I'd think this is one of those crazy dreams where I think I woke up half-naked in a random forest on the outskirts of a town, but... This is way too real to be a dream.

...Who the hell strips a guy and dumps him in the middle of the woods? I doubt I sleepwalked to Cherrygrove. I wouldn't be able to get out of my room without waking the pokemon...

...Why is it so cold for the middle of June?


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