[Pokégear Inbox]

[puddlesoverdios]

Hello, this is Erina. I am indisposed at this time. Please leave your message and I will return it. Thank you.
[There is distinct Pachirisu squeaking.]

No, Peda, you may not leave a message.

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[strings_theory]

Know this is kinda out of nowhere, but can we, like, talk about some stuff? I'd do it video or voice but kinda in a cave and the acoustics in here are suuuuuuper awful.

[Text, sometime after the E4 stuff]

[strings_theory]

Hey, got a curious question if you're up for it? Just kinda thinking over here since of course my mind decided it wanted to wander off again.

text + video attachment

[schachmeister]

[This message reaches both Erina and Jonathan's inboxes. There is a short video attachment. Judging by the sounds, it's taken on a beach. On the sand, protectively cradled against the side of an older Lapras lies a tiny newly-hatched Lapras, blinking adorably up at the camera. It is very small. Well, it is still big, but also, it is small. Oh, but that is not all, because out from behind the first baby pops the head of another baby Lapras (they had sold him two eggs after all), nipping at the first baby's ear.]

I thought you might like to know that the eggs hatched. Both of them. I'm open to any naming suggestions if you have them.

[Text] Oh this will be awkward

[speedweed]

[God, he really hopes he has this right given just watching has only done him so good for the last... day or so.]

Erina.

I'm sorry that I have to do things this way without a proper introduction, but unfortunately circumstances require this. I need you to do me a large favor, first, and that is to promise me that you will not let Jonathan know that I'm here.

For reasons I'll explain shortly, but I need to know that you can agree with that.

[He's fairly certain that these things have some kind of coding on them to let someone know who is messaging who, so he won't really... sign it or anything.]

[Text]

[speedweed]

[You thought you were rid of him after the vacation, Erina? Hell no.

At least he's better than some other people and not texting at ridiculous times.]

I have a morality question, if you'd indulge me in such. Since goodness knows I don't need a frowning face directed at me right now.

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[speedweed]

[Guess who's being a giant baby again.]

I finally handed in my resignation. I'm unsure of what that may or may not do or bring on me.

Though if it proves a problem I'll... find a way to handle it without it becoming a problem.

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[dejabrewed]

Hello.

My name is Sandalphon. Forgive me for contacting you out of nowhere, however I was told you provide breeding services for Pokémon. I’m rather new, so I figured I’ll try my hand at buying an egg or two.

Please, tell me how much you charge for your services and I’ll be happy to provide payment. Thank you.

[ was that too formal? lacking in detail? too short? too long???? sandalphon hit send before he could overthink it and chicken out. it would be easier if they had met in person before, but he wasn’t picky. ]

After the contest nonsense

[strings_theory]

[Guess who's just holding a fancy champagne glass and letting her nails tap against it pointedly.]

So that whole contest was a load of shit and rigged to hell and back. But I got something out of it, I guess.