Brave New World

[ the image on the video isn't very clear at first, what with the darkness of the surroundings and the black and white quality of the warp band feed, but if you squint you can make out what looks to be the Mausoleum, and in the distance, two very excited figures that appear to be chasing what looks like a misdreavus. Danny's voice sounds from behind the band: ]

So, guess whose folks dragged them down into the creepiest part of the city. Iiiif you guessed mine, then uh, you win the satisfaction of knowing you were right, I guess?

[ he twists his wrist back round so that everyone can see his partially resigned, partially irritated face. as he does so, he suddenly shivers, the feed shaking with him, as a blue mist escapes his mouth. ]

Ugh, and I've lost count of how many times that's happened since I got down here. How many ghosts are in this place anyways? [ there's a sudden loud noise from off-camera, and Danny glances over his shoulder, looking alarmed for a second. he rolls his eyes the next moment as the distant sound of "oh, darn, almost had it that time!" is heard. ] Well, at least my parents're having fun. I don't think they even noticed me and my sister both snuck off to do our own thing. Which is good for me, 'cause I wanted to show you guys something - look, check this out--

[ looking a lot more enthusiastic all of a sudden, he shifts so that everyone can see the solid-looking stone wall next to him. he puts his non-warp-band-wearing hand on it, and after a moment of concentration, looks positively giddy as his hand goes straight through the stone. ]

Did you see that? That was me! Like as in, me actually wanting it to happen instead of it all happening at random. I-I know that's kinda small, but not bad for, what, a month of this stuff. I mean any control's better than none, right?

[ there's suddenly a low growl from Danny's left; just over his shoulder, there's a houndour with his hackles raised, continuing to growl threateningly at a nearby stone box that, given their location, is probably a coffin. yikes. ]

Uh, Cujo? What's up?

[ before Cujo can stop growling for long enough to answer, there's a sudden loud, high pitched cry of "FLOOOOON!!", which for the kindred souls among you will sound roughly like "BEWARE!!" ]

What the heck-- gah!

[ what happens next can only be described as anarchy. a drifloon comes flying out of the box straight at Danny's face, and he ducks reflexively and goes intangible without meaning to, leaving the warp band to fall through his wrist and land with a clatter on the ground. this leaves the following events to be witnessed at a very odd angle: the wild drifloon flying about screaming something about being the master of all things square and rectangular, the houndour barking aggressively at it, and to cap it all off, a wooper with a giant spray bottle appearing seemingly out of nowhere and spraying everybody present liberally with water.

it is probably for the best that at that point, the warp band is picked up by a clefairy who looks like she's more than ready to jump headlong into the fray, who squeaks out a pipipi! message of "busy now, we'll get back to you later!" before cutting the feed. ]