Friendly friends!

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WHY AM I A GIRL?

THAT'S NOT AS FUNNY AS YOU THINK IT IS, MR. CURSE!

Hey Mr. Ezio! Thanks for this past week... even though I know you're angry that you couldn't get any attention from girls I could have helped with that, you know, Orihime and Rukia love me! but I had a lot of fun! I learned a lot, too, and I'm gonna start going through those runs on my own. I won't be able to go as fast as you, but I hope one day to be able to keep up.

Everyone else? I may not be able to do this as well as I could if Chatot was around, but I've got an idea, and you guys should keep your eyes open for the notices♪

*unusually for someone of his demeanor, the rubbery pokemon paces back and forth across his room, mumbling to himself, lost in thought*

Okay, so the closets work by knowing what you're thinking, right? That means.. if there's any solution to it at all...

*a determined nod, before Wigglytuff pads over to the closet. Without much thought to it, he pulls open the door... it's hard to say what he was expecting, be it a shrinky-dink mallet or a magical go-kart or what... but all he gets is a small blue sphere that drops out of the door, causing a gasp of confused surprise as he turns to pad over and pick it up, mulling it over*

...but how will... am I supposed to remember something you taught me, Master...?

*Wigglytuff's room. There are still a few stray chicken feathers and apple cores, but it seems for the most part, the cucco invasion has passed. Instead, Wigglytuff stands in a black lounge jacket, with Orihime on one side dressed as before, holding her guitar, and Rukia on the other, dressed in a more formal shinigami kimono and holding... a bunny-decorated kazoo. They can't all be winners, kid. He nods once to each girl, cueing them to put in their earplugs... and then speaks to the camera*

Hello, friends! It's another week gone by, and hey, we're all alive and safe now! That's reason to be happy, right? So for tonight, I figure I'd do a one-night-only performance, helped by our friends here!

*He holds up a 'flipper' arm, as if to signal 'a one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four', and then, as the two girls start playing their instruments - well, "playing" in Rukia's case, as one just kind of... kazoos a kazoo - Wigglytuff sings... THE SONG. Nighty-night, hotel!*

[[WE HAD TO END THIS CURSE IN STYLE, MAN. I'll leave it up to the mod and the players as to what's still around from the curse after they wake up, but pretty much anyone with ears aside from the three in the post are going to wake up with festive red, green, and blue marker scribbles all over their face/fur. ♥ ....And a gift-wrapped apple for each and every one. Wigglytuff is a softie like that. ♥♥]]

bkwuk

*Wow, did someone turn on the static channel? Whoever's room it is, there's a wave of white. Occasionally, a fowl will perk its head up and look at the laptop in confusion, before going about its merry way. The room is utterly blanketed in cuccos, to the point where it takes a few minutes to make out the poultry-covered figure in the center of the room, snoozing away...

Yes, Virginia, Wigglytuff is asleep - albeit with his eyes open - gently rocking back and forth, surrounded by what seems like it could be the SOURCE of the demonic chicken hordes seen earlier in the night.

The eternal question. Try to warn the pokemon and risk startling the chickens... or leave him be to fate?*

...back here? Why? So much has happened...

Maybe this world is telling me there's something I still need to find.

Hopefully Chatot can handle the guild when I'm gone. ♪

bored.

boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored.

already explored all the city.

and the hotel.

and stuff.

there's practically nobody HERE and CRIPES I am so BORED

...and the other pokemon here are all timid and not coming out of their rooms and it's ANNOYING.

Maybe I should figure out what that 'panty raid' thing I overheard once is.

*an empty room. Well, empty save for a mountainous pile of apples in the center. No beds, only one empty bookcase... and a pile of apples.*

*a few minutes pass, and a pink appendage sticks out from the pile, followed closely by a Sonic-sized, squishy, bunnyish, marshmallowy thingie, who rubs his eyes blearily, yawning*

mnrf... that's the last time I ever let you talk me into eating five hundred Wonder Gummies in a single night, Chatot...

*a blink, and then a confused look around*

Chatot? Sunflora, Loudred..? Is this one of you guys's pranks..?

*waddles over, poking the screen of the laptop*

..computer? Any Porygons in here? Poooorygons?

[[For sake of convenience, Wigglytuff - and really, anyone in my headcanon PMDverse - speaks a language perfectly understandable by humans... not that there really ARE any in said PMDverse.]]

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WIGGLYTUFF ♂
Lv.50
Quirky nature.
Aug. 7, 2009
Pokémon RP Journal
Had a fateful encounter at Lv. 50.
Often dozes off.
Happily eats anything.

MOVE SET:
Hyper Voice
Defense Curl
Sing
Fake Tears