*Video flickers on, a small text box at the bottom for Pika to type into. He looks very sad. He adjusts the camera with his tail, to focus on him. His tail blazes over the keyboard to type something.*

- I'm alone. It's close to midnight. I... I'm pretty sure I'm the last person in Bryant Park. I went through... it was so weird how everything was left half-done. Things left on, things left out of place. Like they... like they got up and walked away. -

*Pika hops away from the keyboard to bring up a painting, one of his. Of all his friends. Most of the people at Bryant Park are there, as well as members of the Serenity Crew. He had paintings of people in the Subway adventure with him, and another of his team during the River crossing. The painting looks weird, possibly due to the instrument to paint. Every line is very fine and sharp, and the curves perfectly match his tail.*

- I've been working on these for a while. I was going to show them when I thought they were ready... but I never was quite happy with them. -

- I figured it was safe to share them now... considering... -

- Guys where are you... where do we end up after this? Is this them sending us home? Somewhere worse? But... I'll find you Yellow. -

- I have to. -

*Video does not shut off. Pika is going to stay there until he's gone!*

Hey, um...

There a LOT of dead crabs in those subways.

At least where I entered from.

*Pika is saying a lot of things, the few people that understand his speech will know that he's swearing, a lot! It's rather graphic. He is also holding up a sigh.*

-Whoever flooded the 3rd floor, you ruined my paintings...-

-GO SIT ON A RHYDON'S HORN AND SPIN!-

*Pika doe not in any way look happy. He also looks like his fur is still wet.*

sasgalghlkahgaklgsadlkghlasghklag

*Image of Pika with a hand written sign, sign reads in English and Japanese*

- The problem ISN'T electrical -

agdagla;ghdl;aghalgkdal;ghlhoeiahpogebnpnbpeonbrhopeig

*Various distorted images appear, none have detail enough to read until the last one, which is only in Chinese and Japanese.*

- This is going to make communicating hard for me, Daniel and River come find me! BPH! -

* Pika sounds absolutely a wreck. He's talking way too fast for anyone to ATTEMPT to understand. There won't be a translation this time. Know that he's freaked! *

Pika-pi'pipipichuPiikaa'pichuuchuuupikachukaaPikapiiiPika!!!

pika'PikachuChuKachuchuPiikaaChu!?

A while ago, while the food was gone, the water wasn't running, and there was no heat. I thought we should check these systems.

Once two of the three returned I thought we should still check them, and check the electrical systems.

Now that we have food and can be at full power, I still suggest we investigate the power stations (to make sure they don't fail) and the Gas and Water stations (for clues as to what happened to them and who did it).






...Anyone know anything about the proper running order for the heating and water systems... as they are kind of out of my element...

* Pikachu substitute appears on the screen as the video starts*

Piiika PIKAPIPIPIKACHU Pikachu! Pipi, chupikachu pikapichu!

*Pika types in a message that appears over the video, which if the rodent didn't seem so desperate and ragged, would be rather adorable as he danced over the keyboard - its a street address*

Piiikaa, pikachu...

*Pika disappears from the screen, as in the clone vanishing in front of everyone. Video auto-cuts off after a minute*

( OOC CUT GO! )

So I'm joining that Harry guy's search of the underground, anything you guys want me to specifically look for?

Also, who else will be going on this errand?

Anyone know a woman named Inara?

So... I don't like this place. It's cold, wet, no Pokemon, no friends.

No food. Pi pikaa pikachu pichu pipikaa.

Can't a rodent find an apple or some berries with some ease here!? Man... this is not how I should be living.

Granted, it is a bit more space than a Pokeball... but... still, there was food there, and friends...

Also, anyone know where I can get a computer with a... smaller keyboard? The keys are too big and too far apart on these ones at the web cafe. Considering this is my best method of communicating with you humans.

((OOC: For those that think they can understand Pikanese and wanta translation of the line after no food, drop me a line.))

Edit: Can anyone sew... I mean, I normally don't like clothes but... this place is colder then an Articuno Blizzard...