Lightning Farron

[Hello, Johto; it's thankfully later than the last time this feed came on, but much noisier. The hustle and bustle of a Pokémon Center is pretty recognizable, as is Lightning's face as she prepares to speak; someone's got a phone call to make, only...there's a problem.]

"Excuse me. Miss Lightning Farron?"

Yeah. What is it?

"This arrived for you from a Mr. Hope Estheim this morning."

[The nurse wanders off, having delivered her package, and this leaves Lightning standing in the center of the lobby, gear still recording as it pings, recognizing the ball and the creature within as Alexander, Hope's Blastoise. Anyone watching will see her face change from surprise as she realizes that to resignation as there's no response other than the pre-recorded message that the number is disconnected when she tries to call her lil' bro. The message doesn't even end before her face falls, and she ends the feed.
However, about ten minutes later, there's a little text hitting the network. This is...familiar. Too familiar. Too painful, yet again, for her to say this face to face.]

Hope's gone home again.

[Yeeeep. Definitely familiar. She's going to be a hermit for a while this time, too. At least she's got a hotel room this time. Even if it's shared.]

[With the disappearance of Hope, Lightning had been down in the dumps. Still is, really, but now...now she's back in Goldenrod to tend to his effects. She actually got in late this afternoon, but played hermit until now. Things need to get done, and she's the only one who can do 'em. Have the sound of a pen on paper for a little while, before she sighs.]

I have Hope Estheims things. If any of his friends want something he had, tell me or come pick it up. His clothes and the presents he got for Christmas are gone, but the rest is still here. [A pause, and what sounds like a choked off cry before her voice evens out and she sounds almost...cold.]

If anyone has seen an Ursaring, an Ampharos, or a Xatu wandering around without a trainer, I need to know where they are. Their balls weren't with the nurses at the Center or with his things, and I can't find them. [A pause, then the feed stops. She'll be around.]