千歳ミユキ ➥ ｍｉｙｕｋｉ ｃｈｉｔｏｓｅ

[ Miyuki looks annoyed today. ]

So I got my egg on Valentine's Day, right? And since then, I got two other eggs. [ The camera pans over to a somewhat petite Tauros and a snoozing Slowpoke. ] They hatched already. They both took like a week. But my Valentine's Day egg....

[ She turns the camera to an egg, sitting bundled in a towel. As she continues, it's beginning to shake. ]

... still hasn't hatched. Like, not even a crack! What's up with that? Is it a dud? Am I supposed to eat it or something?

[ A sudden jerk from the egg interrupts her. ] — Whoa!

[ What's this? Why, it's ~*the miracle of life*~. A few small cracks are appearing in the surface above and below the band, and the egg is shaking violently now. ]

Come on, dude... you can do it!

[ One particularly violent twitch sends it toppling over, and it's engulfed in that bright white light that spares us from the less-miraculous portion of the event. ]

Yesss!

[ When the light clears, a wobbly baby Axew makes its way to its feet. ]


Xeeew!

[ Miyuki drops the 'Gear on the couch, leaving an awkwardly angled shot of the Pokémon, and of herself when she comes into view to scoop it up. ]

Cool! Oh, man, you're gonna be so awesome when you grow up!

[ There's a few minutes of this exultant praise before she seems to remember the 'Gear was ever on, and comes to pick it up. The ding and the tinny voice of the Pokédex feature sounds, and then Miyuki whoops. ]

Sweet! Holy crap, you're, like, shiny! [ She turns the camera on herself, grinning. ] Totally just hatched a shiny Axew. Beat that, Johto!


[ OOC; Miyuki and Sakura are staying in the Tennishaus in Goldenrod, as per Yagyuu's invitation. They've only been there since yesterday, so housemates are free to come investigate (if they haven't realized she's there yet) or pester her — she's just in the living room. Yes, her Tauros is grazing on the carpet. ]

[ The video clicks on to a very angry-looking young girl. No, really, she's shaking with rage. Her scowl tightens before she speaks. ]

You useless, good-for-nothing, stupid, obnoxious — boy! How dare you just leave again, just— just like that, without even saying goodbye or... or....

[ There's a waver in her voice, but she sets her jaw and blinks hard. ]

But I'm onto you now! See if I ever talk to you again! I don't care if you ever come back! You're just a deadbeat loser who can't play tennis and has to have girls defend him! And you don't know how to treat a lady! I bet you'll never get a date!

And I hope you fault every ball you serve for the rest of your miserable life!

[ By the end of this last epithet, her voice cracks badly. It's not hard to spot the tremble in her chin just before she throws the 'Gear across the room. It collides loudly with a wall, the video shorting out, but the audio sticks around just long enough to broadcast her sobbing before it grows too staticky to hear.

Housemates can find her in her room, wailing inconsolably into her bed under the weight of a newly-hatched and very concerned Dratini. Tezuka's gone home, and since this is the second time he's left without saying goodbye, she's a little fed up. ... But mostly just sad.

Non-action replies will be a few hours from the time of the post, since Miyuki had to get a new 'Gear. ]