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[There's a very loud and persistent stream of toges at first, followed by a hushing sound, low and soothing.] I know, sweetheart. We will look for them.

Ah, to anyone else who can hear this-- you're probably wondering what is going on and how you ended up here, and while I might not have all the answers, I can try to help you to the best of my abilities. And my Pokemon, as well!

[Here is a feathery bag of cute.

Here is a sleeping feathery bag of cute.

Here is a sleeping feathery bag of cute that won't stay that way for long because the communicator has decided to give him a shock. Cue familiar BZZZZZZZT sound.]

TOGE! [And here is a pissed off Togekiss, glaring at the screen. And then proceeding to forcebly tackle the fiendish thing. And again. Then once more. Boy, someone is cranky.]

Togekiss, what-- [Cynthia's voice can be heard in between every forceful thrust, and if you're lucky, the camera might survive long enough for you to spot her.] Easy, now, sweetheart. I know you're upset, but this isn't going to make anything better...

[Another minute of pouncing and tackling later, the feed cuts off.]

[The feed opens to a view of the odd phone booth-looking objects across the street, sprayed-on smiley faces without a single blotch in spite of the rain. A moment later, it moves around to show Cynthia, with her Lucario right behind her.]

Has anyone figured out what those things are? They've been here for a while now, but I'm pretty sure they weren't when we first arrived-- and I've been checking the University quite often since then. [A pause as her gaze wanders back to the teleporters. Lucario doesn't look too happy; he knows what's coming.] I think I might have to further investigate later...

[Yup, Lucario totally knew it. Time to loudly protest-- to which Cynthia responds with her usual optimistic smile.] Don't worry, sweetie-- I'll be fine! [Nope, no she won't. And he's now sticking a paw outside the window and motioning towards the drizzle.] Oh, that's just a little rain. It won't do any harm!

[You're not a Steel-type so you can't handle it, is what the Pokemon wanted to tell her, but couldn't. Damn that stupid chip blocking his telepathy!]

I have been wondering how many people stayed behind in Discedo and how things are going over there. Would it be safe to go back, even if only for a short while? I need to check on the greenhouse and make sure it's relatively safe. Besides, I left most of my research over there...

[A series of loud grumbles can be heard in the background. Her Pokemon are not sure they approve of her priorities, but she can be a very obstinate Champion.]

At any rate, I'm planning to make a quick trip back soon, just for a little bit to take care of my unfinished business there. I can't assure it will be entirely risk-free, but if anyone else wants to come along for whatever reasons, my Pokemon and I will make sure to offer transportation and protection.

Also, it might be a good idea to arrange a meeting once we have more details on the current Discedo situation. That way, the whole Spero group can decide on what to do next together.

[The above is transcribed so to make full use of the auto-translate function, then the feed is off.]

[There's loud, incomprehensible chatter at first, though visitors coming from the Pokemon world might recognize the sound of those creatures. Or at least they might be familiar with the voice that follows.]

Easy, everyone! I know that time was just like this, but we're not sure yet-- [Insert more loud protesting here.] --oh, all right. Let's see who we can find!

[When the feed opens, you can see Cynthia and Garchomp standing side by side, in what appears to be the greenhouse - or what once was the greenhouse, considering there are big blocks of ice everywhere. It only takes one motion of her hand, though, and the Pokemon follows her unspoken command, casting a mild Flamethrower attack over the wannabe glaciers so to thaw out the poor flora.]

Excellent work, Garchomp! [She fondly runs a hand along the Pokemon's snout, greeting her on a job well done.] But this is all very curious, isn't it? I thought winter was far behind us by now-- and even so, there shouldn't be any ice inside the greenhouse... [For a minute, she's almost lost in her musings, but Garchomp cries out to get her attention.] Ah, no, you're right! We have a lot more work to do here!

[It turns out the Pokemon was calling her out on something else, though - in this case, the camera operator. Guess who, Discedo?]

Ah-- Togekiss, sweetie, what are you doing over there?

[What follows next is a string of 'toges' and blurry images and maybe you can spot Lucario and Milotic in the background, but Togekiss is very fast and has scurried off with the communicator between his wings. Don't worry, the feed will time off! Eventually.]

[The video opens to an image of Cynthia, smiling her usual smile at the camera. There seems to be a little more noise in the background than usual, but we'll leave that aside. For now.]

I have been giving some thought to an idea I had a while ago, and I would be delighted if I could be given some input. See, ever since the arson in the library, we have been left with very little information about Discedo, save for whatever people may have salvaged. In fact, at the time I had a few books with me-- [A short pause as she checks her surroundings, looking for her small stack of books. That's when the camera shifts around to reveal a blue, bipedal jackal-like Pokemon with his face buried in the old tomes.] --ah, as you can see, Lucario is making very good use of them. But that's hardly enough.

[With the camera facing Cynthia again, she goes on.] So, I was thinking that perhaps we could start a new collection of our own, so that whoever may inhabit this place in the future will have somewhere to start! Every little bit is important-- oh! [This is when a sea serpent-like creature pops into view, poking her head to check out the communicator and softly humming in ways that could be translated as "What is this? Are people watching me? Look how pretty I am!"] Sweetheart, I don't think this is the right time for a pageant...

[Another hum later, Milotic wraps her body around her trainer, head on her shoulder.] As I was saying, anything at all would help! Marco is working on a beastiary and I promised mister Gyatso I would include the soup kitchen in this project, but there's so much more to add, from the more mundane things like the restaurant and the school and the greenhouse to the chips and their strange effects on people, that Atropos virus from before and the vaccine-- and that's not even counting what's beyond Discedo, but if the invasion from months ago is anything to go by, we can be sure there's something else out there, somewhere past the river! Has anyone ever gone that far, I wonder? Perhaps it could be a safer place for us to li--

[Garchomp gives a small growl and joins the two, fondly headbutting Cynthia.] ... oops, I seem to have gotten carried away again! At any rate, what does everyone think?

[And right before the feed is turned off, Togekiss pokes his big smiling face in, waving at the camera with a wing. "That's all, folks!"]