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[It's Christmas morning time in the small hotel room where team Silent is staying. Why are you seeing this now? Well, the gear has been taken captive by two pokemon. A Pichu and a Darumaka who you can see bits of as they figure out how to get the camera in the right spot. Once it is, you can also see a Hoot Hoot and a Woobat as well. But where is the gear pointing?

See Harry. See Harry asleep in a chair.

See four pokemon sneaking up on Harry. Climbing up the chair and....

JUMP

See Harry start awake as four pokemon follow the time honoured tradition that they'd heard of, which involves waking Harry up early on Christmas.

Luckily for his confusion, Lisa floats over and turns the gear off as he tries to figure out why there is a woobat on his head again. Roommates, feel free to notice the mess.]

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[Later: Okay this time Harry is in control of that as he found out that his morning surprise had been taped as well. He has tea now though so things are a little bit better.]

Ah, sorry about that. ...I'm starting to think Pokemon are a lot like kids. ...in many ways.

[Right, um....yeah]

Oh right. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas, or any other holiday, or just a good Tuesday as the case may be.

Oh, and did everyone get eggs? I'm hoping no one broke into the room to put them here, but knowing this world I wouldn't be surprised if it just appeared out of thin air.

Ah, anyway. Merry Christmas

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I hope your Christmas was nice too, Mr... [Misaki trailed off, signaling she has no idea who she was talking to. Now, on the subject of eggs, that was something to talk about.]

[Speaking of eggs, Misaki had one in her lap as shown. At least the tip part of it.]

I think everyone got one this Christmas from what I heard of. Is this a normal thing? [Assuming he knew how everything works here.]

{This is a little girl, but she may not be the little girl you are looking for.}

Ah, so you received an egg too? That is... reassuring.

Harry Mason. And thank you.

[He moves to pick up the egg he received.]

It's happened before. On Easter I believe it was.

[XD Probably not.]

I have, and I know some other people who have as well.

_{[Well, it would seem that no matter WHAT year it is, Harry Mason will always be doomed to being woken up on Christmas morning at the crack of dawn.]

[This year, though, there's someone distinctly absent-- that someone being the person who woke him up early on Christmas morning all eighteen of the OTHER years.]

[Presumably he has to calm his various Pokemon down before even thinking about anything that involves 'Get the Woobat off of my head' or 'Stop Dolly from spinning around by the fragile decorative plant on the table', but should he investigate the lack of daughter, he'll find Heather ... still curled up in bed, half buried under a snoring Growlithe and a mass of striped fur that is probably Arty. Cheryl the Eevee is curled in a tiny ball next to her half-visible head.]

[Which is probably pretty weird, but ... well, depending on whether he leaves her there or not, she'll eventually emerge sometime after the sun has risen.]}

[Those are indeed the first thing he takes care of. And after getting the hyper pokemon somewhat settled down, he goes to check on Heather.]

[He's surprised to find her still asleep. But decides to let her get her rest.]

[That being said, when she eventually wakes up and comes out of her room Harry will great her with some breakfast and also...]

Merry Christmas Cheryl. This is late for you.

Actually we didn't think you'd ever wake up, so we gave all your presents to Henry. You don't mind right?

My apologizes Mr. Mason. [She gave an awkward cough.]

It's happened before? Do you have an idea where they would've came from?

_{[She looks blearily over at him as she emerges from the corner with her bed, picking gunk out of one eye. A tired smirk quirks up one side of her mouth.]}

Only if you don't mind me goin' over there and forcibly taking them back.

I'm not sure. Whatever brought us here in the first place possibly?

But we did get eggs last Easter that appeared from nowhere.

[He chuckles at that.]

It's still early to be fighting just yet.

Alright, we'll let you have them then. They're over there.

[Under the table or wherever seemed most Christmasy to put presents.]

_{[She tosses her rumpled hair slightly, bending down to retrieve the gifts from their not-terribly-festive hiding place.]

[Continuing to rub at her eyes, she straightens up and sits down on the end of one of the beds, setting the gifts down in her lap. Still bleary.]}

[There's a few packages from him to her. One contains a warm and comfy orange sweater. Another one has some candy for her and some treats for her pokemon. And the last one has a medium sized notebook that seems to be filled with writing already.]

_{[She'll open them in a moment! For now, she's actually bending over to retrieve something from UNDERNEATH the bed-- Harry's gift. There's a rectangular package and a small, spherical one the telltale size and shape of the balls that they keep their Pokemon in.]}

These're for you.

Merry Christmas.

[He'll take it, looking only slightly warily at the pokeball thing.]

Thank you sweetie.

[Looking at them. Well one looks book shaped, so that's promising....]

_{[IT IS INDEED BOOK-SHAPED. Heather knows what her dad likes. If he opens the package, it's two medium-sized volumes on the history of crime throughout Kanto-- Team Rocket's exploits, mostly. An attempted takeover of Silph Co., the massive technology company right here in Saffron City... sleazy underground control of the Game Corner next door in Celadon City... the eventual shocking revelation that the organization had been led all along by till-then-seemingly-respectable Gym Leader Giovanni, who then disappeared...]

[NASTY FOLKS, THOSE ROCKETS.]

[Meanwhile, Heather's started opening her own presents, smiling at the scarf at first in particular.]}

Then I am assuming that this is at least a semi-regular occurence, if you're not worried about it.

[Yes, books.]

These look really interesting. Thank you Cheryl.

[Woo books.]

No problem. I thought you'd like them.

_{[She knew what kind of books he liked.]

[As she speaks, she tears the wrapping paper off of the larger package-- and stops, tilting her head a little curiously. It's not until she opens it up that she lets out a sort of '... oh' sigh.]}

... Dad...

[He is currently unwrapping a poke ball when he looks over.]

Yes?

Thank you...

Seriously, this is...

[He puts the half unwrapped gift to the side.]

You like it?

[He was a little worried that it might be a depressing gift, but he felt it was something she needed to have.]

Dad, I love it.

_{[Holding it to her chest, she leans over to give him a tight hug.]}

[She gets a tight hug back.]

I'm glad.

I wouldn't say regular. But it's happened before. So I'm not overly worried about it. Nothing bad happened the last time I mean.

[He's always semi worried. But that's just him.]

How long did it take you to put this thing together?

A few months, not too long.

It's...

Thank you.

_{[She can honestly say this rivals the locket.]}

I'm glad you like it.

[He is, and happy smile. And will continue to unwrap the pokeball shaped gift.]

_{[Well, he shouldn't be too surprised to find that it is, in fact, a Pokeball in there. One of the classic ones, white on the bottom and cherry-red on top. But judging by the fact that it's clamped shut tightly show that it's occupied by something.]

[... Which is good because honestly a single Pokeball is a pretty shitty Christmas present all by itself.]}

.....

Should I be worried about what's in this?

Well, why don't you open it and see?

[Looks at it, then her, then it. Then back to her.]

It's not going to be something larger then the room is it?

[Look, you never know.]

Pfh. Of course not, don't be a doofus.

Just open it!

Alright....

[Opens pokeball.]

_{[There's the customary flash of bright white light and when it clears, there's a BIRD. About the size and shape of a hawk, it's a red-crested Pidgeotto.]

[It blinks, then lifts one wing to preen.]}

[Watches carefully.]

....well it's not the size of the room.

Of course it isn't! Jeez, dad. Have a little faith.

[Still looking over at it. But he nods, with a bit of a smile.]

You never know.

But thank you. Where did you get it?

I caught it on the east edge of town in the long grass.

See, Dad, look, all your Pokemon are babies. You don't really let them fight much or train them at ALL.

What if something happens and I'm not around? The animals here aren't like the ones in Silent Hill, you can't fight all of 'em off with a stick.

....well you know how I feel about fighting....

[He trains them....somewhat. Slowly....]

Well I'm not saying you have to battle recreationally...

But having these things isn't just for sport, Dad! It's for protection too!

.....I suppose.

[:| He's still not sure.]

We get attacked by wild animals on our walks, does that count as training?

[Sob, he will be new to this no matter how long he's been here.]

_{[JEEZ DAD CAN'T YOU JUST GET HIP WITH THE TIMES.]}

Well... yeah, I mean, it's practice, but I'm just saying, Dad.

I want you to have at least ONE decently tough Pokemon on your team.

So...

_{[She gestures to the bird, which is now pecking around at the floor, seemingly unconcerned with either of them. The Pidgey line is pretty chill for the most part.]}

[It is pretty chill. Also possibly listening to you, she will protect this person now.]

Hmm...alright.

Well I suppose she'll need a name.

What about ...Cybil?

[Because hey, something described as "tough" needs a tough name.]

_{[Excellent. Exactly what Heather was hoping for.]

[Naturally, Harry's name suggestion comes as no surprise (given both his pre-established naming patters for his Pokemon as well as the stories he'd told using Cybil's name before) and gets a smile out of Heather.]}

I think that sounds pretty fitting.

_{[A bird of prey-- tough, intelligent, a hunter. All things that fit Cybil.]}

[He nods and then moves over to give you a hug.]

Merry Christmas sweetie.

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