Je M'appelle Riona. Je Suis Loser.

[rionaleonhart]

I was going to play Pokémon Crystal, you guys. It was going to be the first time I had ever played a second-generation Pokémon game. I was really excited.

And then it turned out that the cartridge was corrupted and wouldn't register saves.

I am genuinely woeful. I WAS GOING TO HAVE A CYNDAQUIL AND I WAS GOING TO NAME IT MERLIN. (And my Red-version save also appears to be corrupted, so I have to start again. Fortunately, the cartridge still registers saves. Had my beloved Red cartridge been rendered entirely useless, I would probably have wept. I got it for Christmas when I was ten. It was my first ever videogame. My first Pokémon was a Bulbasaur named Bulby, and oh how I loved him. (Oh, how I completely failed to train any of the other Pokémon on my first team.))

In order to make up for this sad, sad lack of Pokémon-playing and soothe my ten-year-old soul, I would like to request that you either share your own Pokémon-related stories (what was your first Pokémon? Which is your favourite? What do you always have on your team? What do you name your Pokémon?) or write Pokémon-related ficsnippets (crossovery or otherwise) in the comments. Pokémon-related photomanips or doodles would also be very welcome. JUST POKÉMON UP MY COMMENTS, GUYS. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.

To kick things off:



"Where's Merlin?"

"I'm afraid Merlin is busy, sire," Gaius replies, rummaging through his bookshelves.

"He's not busy. What's he doing? Where is he?"

"I believe he is running an errand for Morgana."

"He's not Morgana's manservant," Arthur points out, straddling the wooden bench by Gaius' worktable. There is a creature on the table, he notices: some sort of large, dark-furred rodent. It is staring at Arthur in a most disconcerting fashion. "Do you have a rat problem?"

"Just a pet," Gaius says, glancing over. "A whim, if you like."

The stare seems almost familiar. Arthur has the unpleasant feeling that Gaius' pet thinks he is an idiot. "What sort of creature is it?"

"A species of mouse," Gaius says. "They're very common in the western regions. I wouldn't go too near if I were you; he can be quite vicious."

He can't be sure in this light, but Arthur would almost be prepared to swear that its fur is blue. He reaches out to touch it.

There is a burst of light and heat, and Arthur immediately draws his hand back to shield his face.

A moment goes by.

"Gaius," Arthur says, "your mouse is on fire."

Comments

[bubbles-san.livejournal.com]

The basic plot of the story is that when Kiff first started on TG, he hada massive crush on Jeremy (from before) but didn't say anything, for obvious reasons, and mostly vented at Jonathan. Later, after he found out Jeremy's tendency to blow things up, he started worrying about him constantly, and Jonathan kept trying to convince him that there was nothing to worry about. Then Kiff just got tired of fancying someone who blew things up so often, and it occured to him that Jonathan may be attracted to him. Or perhaps the plot will be the original, 'Kiff meets Jeremy. Kiff fancies Jeremy. Jeremy blows something up. Kiff isn't so keen on Jeremy anymore. Kiff and Jonathan shag!'

[amy-wolf.livejournal.com]

That sounds awesome! And it reminds me of the whole Richard/John Tickle fic, where the massive level of explosions on Braniac lead to Jeremy being all "You can't steal him away from me!", followed by Richard jumping John Tickle in the dressing room, followed by Jeremy winning Richard back with even more explosions! Because, in this fic, Richard enjoys watching things explode, in that way.

It could be a 'meanwhile' deal!