Barney Stinson

[Hello Johto! Today on Barney's blog you are receiving the rarest of all things, a travel entry. Yes, Barney has had an eventful last while what with crazy parties and floods and fourth walls breaking. Barney still isn't sure what to make of that weekend, since he's missing three days and all he can remember is zombies and boobs, but that is beside the point. He's on Route 39 now, and has been for about two days.]

Hey everyone! Can you see this place? This is a completely unnatural landscape. Look at it. It's flat. Completely and utterly flat. There is nothing here.

[He waves the camera around to reveal the boring flat farmland. And more than a few Murkrows. Maybe an odd Houndour if they're around.]

This has got to be the most boring thing ever, and it's all I've been seeing for like two days! That's not right! This place sucks. I never would have left Goldenrod if I'd have known that this is what I would have had to deal with. I'm going nuts out here since there is absolutely nothing interesting here! Just farms and music and a whole lot of nothing. The music isn't helping by the way. Really, it's not. God this sucks.

[There's a sigh as Barney stops ranting for a bit and walks for a bit, the screen simply showing the road. He then stops and appears on the screen again.]

So, anyone know how long it takes to get back to Goldenrod from Oli-whatever? 

[More walking and then another brief stop]

Oh yeah, I scored with the Olivine Joy, so that's four Joys now, what up?

[He goes back to walking for a bit. Think he's done? Not quite.]

Have there always been this many birds around? 

[So, it's around that time that Barney figures he should probably check on Marshall after the whole berry incident. So he'll call, since he also wants to know where Marshall is and how long it's going to take him to get here and stuff]

Error. The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

[That's not right. Marshall was here. He was honestly here]

Error. The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

[He's going to keep trying for a while. Marshall can't be gone. He can't be alone again]

Marshall's gone home.

[Barney will be going off to mope now. Responses will come later.]

[See Barney. He's hanging around the pokemon center like usual. Not a whole lot to do today, just helping out, hoping to get of Violet soon since the Nurse Joy's been making obvious girlfriend-y like advances and that's not a good thing. Idly he checks the pokegear, and almost drops it in surprise]

Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa! It's Thanksgiving? Already? No, I can't believe I'm missing one of my favorite holidays right now, with the parade and the meal and everything. This is so not awesome. I mean, I don't think they even have Thanksgiving in this place, much less a decent Turkey. This sucks.

[He sulks for a bit, ruminating about Thanksgivings gone by. You might see his hand go up to rub his cheek, phantom pain perhaps? That's right, last Thanksgiving wasn't that great either, now that he thinks about it. Marshall's not here. He's not gonna get slapped. Maybe this won't be so bad after all]

Actually, forget that last part, this Thanksgiving's gonna be a good one. I'm actually thankful that my friends aren't here right now. Looks like Slapsgiving's not happening this year and it's Legen - wait for it - dary!

So, what are you guys thankful for? 

Oh, and Donald, are you still selling those autographs? I want one.

[ooc: so a bit earlier than expected but whatever. What I said still stands, tags will probably be gotten to by the 26th at the latest, but I might tag sparingly tomorrow given how well my other assignments are going. Still on hiatus for the most part, sorry.]