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[With a sudden zap and a blinding flash of white light, a certain pajama clad boy appears...right smack in the middle of Can Town. Oops. Yeah he totally knocked over some of those citizens, sorry about that.]

[Or at least he would be sorry if he realized he was even responsible for such a crime in the first place. Unfortunately, he's too preoccupied stewing in frustration.]

[Okay, Johto? When he said he wanted his powers back the next time you decided to go all wonky? HE JUST MEANT THE WINDY ONES, NOT THIS ZAPPING BULLSHIT TOO. He has had entirely too much of being spatially and temporally jerked around. Especially since he hasn't even seen anything cool yet. Like not a single glimpse of the future yet, I mean really.]

[So lame.]

Son of a bitch! [He stamps his foot, narrowly missing a can of Tab.] Anytime now, Johto! Whenever you feel li-- huh? [He turns around, the angry look on his face replaced by curiosity as he catches sight of the small carapacian. He seems...familiar, somehow. Think John, think. Where have you seen this hard-shelled fellow before?]

[ It's an ordinary(ish) day in Can Town, despite the relocation. All the citizens are happy and settling in nicely to New Can Town, and Sir Boy Dave has been reinstated into the Town Council. Several nice passers-by agreed to help with the rezoning, and there have been donations to the citizenship.

All in all, a good day's work for a hero of democracy.

This, of course, had to mean DISASTER was coming. DISASTER is a pretty apt summing up of the sudden appearance of a pajama-clad manboy who KNOCKS OVER PRECIOUS CITIZENS and sends some rolling away FROM THE SAFETY OF NEW CAN TOWN. THIS CANNOT BE STOOD FOR. NO RIGHT HONORABLE MAYOR WOULD STAND FOR THIS NONSENSE.

AND THEN THE FOOT STAMPING. RAMPANT FOOT STAMPING IS NOT OKAY, THAT WAS NEAR MURDER!!!

John, if all this rampant flailing around doesn't remind you of another bed-sheet clad carapace, there is simply no helping you.

The Mayor is officially too busy diving to save that poor Citizen Tab from the pajama manboy's destructive feet-stamping to really register who it is.

Although.

That blue is very familiar. And while this pajama boy is bigger than his ~~johnmagotchi~~ Sir Boy John, he does bear a striking resemblance to him. There is really only one thing to do. ]

JOHN, YOU DO NOT SMASH THE CITIZENS!!!

[ oh he must have hit his capslock again.

vocally.

After the safety of all citizens has been assured, he can rejoice at the not-deadness of John. Mayoral duties must come before emotions. ]

[...yup. Yup, it's all coming back now. That flailing is unmistakable, even if the bedsheets aren't. It's his funny little friend who ate all that shaving cream! Ah yes, dear, sweet Wizardly Vassal...how could he forget you? And what in the fresh hell are you flipping your shit over oh god he's standing in chalk drawings.]

[And...cans?]

[Okay. Weird. But it's not like he's not used to weird at this point.]

Shoot, sorry! [He immediately takes to the air to correct his mistake, hovering several inches off the ground so as not to potentially cause anymore damage to cans or chalk drawings.] I uh...uhh... [Wow he is just making a mess of everything today.]

So it's been a while, man! Possibly...much longer for you than for me assuming those are...still my bedsheets you're wearing.

[Like damn dude. How long have you been wearing those to get them THAT filthy?!]

Yes, yes, keep doing the windy thing! [ WHILE HE RIGHTS THE GRIEVOUS WRONGS YOU HAVE WROUGHT UPON NEW CAN TOWN. Immediate danger bypassed, the Mayor can revert to his "polite" mode. Which means that he is no longer flipping his shit at top volume, although he is still scrabbling around to collect the scattered citizens.

Delicious Green Thing I Can't Eat the Turtwig brings back a wayward Faygo citizen, and the carapace pauses.

It's.......so delicious looking...................

Perhaps Dave had a point about this warden idea, though. After depositing the citizen, the Turtwig lumbered off to collect more, as the Mayor industriously rearranged his citizens.

Everyone seemed to be okay. No smashed cans, no broken bottles.

That meant he could turn his attention away from the city to focus on John. Because this was quite clearly John, who knew how to do the Windy Thing. John, with his inexplicable dislike for eating cookies. He was much bigger than the last time he'd been seen through the screen, but Dave and Rose were both bigger than they had been at the start of Can Town's second relocation, too.

New Can Town III, then.

Carefully bypassing buildings and citizens with the ease of long practice and a secure knowledge in the location of each and every can, the Mayor stared up at John. He...appeared to be okay. Perhaps he had been helped in the same way the Mayor had been?

This required further checking. Which could not precisely be done at this height. ]

John, cease doing the windy thing outside the premises immediately.

[ BOSSY, AREN'T WE. ]

[Well alright then. He'll just keep...floating here. Watching the little dude scurry around and pick up cans. More than once, the though occurs to John to try and help, but then he realizes that he'd probably wouldn't help so much as he'd make an even bigger mess.]

[So floating it is.]

[At least until Bossy...no-pants? Bossy Rags? Bossy Sheets? Whatever, point is once he says to stop floating, John does that. Though only after he floats over the heads of all the citizen cans and lands safely outside the premises.]

Sorry again I...didn't realize I zapped right in the middle of um... [Stare.] ...what is this, exactly? Like Canopolis or something?

This is glorious New Can Town! Was previously Can Town, when on the meteor.

[ But you know they were UNCEREMONIOUSLY RIPPED AWAY FROM THERE so yeah whatever. Although it's not like he was there to start with probably, since he was apparently hanging out with Dave and high fiving him and stuff?? Well, and other things after that but yeah.

But enough with your questions, John, WV has more important matters to attend to.

These involve poking your stomach. A lot.

There doesn't seem to be a hole............. ]

[...WV, John is very ticklish. I know you're just checking him out for holes, but that doesn't change the fact that you're getting one of his sensitive spots and it's producing lots of giggles and wiggles. There are even a few attempts to swat your hands away.]

H-Hey! Stop it, th-that tickles!

[ Well okay, he supposes he is done with the hole-checking.

This clearly means he has to carry on with the hugging around the middle. John, it is good to see you alive! Somehow.

Man no one ever stays dead any longer, although WV won't complain about that. ]

You rose up!

Haha, um...yes? I did? [He hugs WV back, even though he clearly has no idea what exactly the little guy is talking about.] I guess?

Okay, gotta admit, I am not entirely sure what you're talking about.

[You were watching him? Really?]

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