ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

-The pink-haired woman tries to get the guard's attention.-

-The guard's attention is gotten-

The Guard: "Yes? Can I help you with something?"

Pink-haired woman: Is there any chance we can come inside?

-The guard's shakes their head-

The Guard: "My apologies. Only the chosen may enter."

Pink-haired woman: Got it... how does that work?

Vég: ~Can I put them on the roof? This is taking too long.~

The Guard: "Well, if you are or accompanied by a Hall of Fame Entrant who can vouch for you, then I could let you inside."

"Or happen to live inside, I suppose."

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Pink-haired woman: Got it.

-She turns to the Delibird.-

Guess that didn't work.

Vég: ~Roof?~

-The woman glares at her.-

Delibird: <Yeah... I don't know any Hall of Fame people or anyone who's lived here anyway...>

Pink-haired woman: Have you tried looking around town? Odds are the people who were there the other day are still around.

Delibird: <Maybe, yeah...>

<I could go looking for them, at least.>

Snowpoint City, The Day After

-Dune, Ludmilla, and Selene are out and about - mostly getting clothes for the younger of the three. They've already gathered a fair group of easy-to-wear long pants and cold climate items. Ludmilla, rather than being draped in a bed sheet or bundle of rags, is now in almost normal clothing - a heavy jacket, a pair of long pants, and a pair of boots that she picked out herself.-

Dune: I can't think of anything else, but then again, I'm bad at this.

Selene: ~Why don't you head back for now - Ludmilla and I need to go get some... more personal items.~

Dune: ... What?

Ludmilla: ~What?~

-Selene sighs.-

Selene: ~Underwear. I'm going to go help her get underwear.~

-Dune's face goes a bit red, to Ludmilla's confusion.-

Dune: Oh, er, right. Right then. I'll, uh, go get something ready for dinner.

-He shuffles off. Ludmilla looks up at the human Selene - a human Clefable! Can you believe that? Ludmilla's still having trouble. But then again, Ludmilla's seen a lot of weird things lately.-

Ludmilla: ~Why was Dune so... erm...~

Selene: ~I think the word you're looking for is "flustered". And he gets that way when topics he thinks are less than appropriate for him to think of come up. Underwear is one of those things - not sure why, considering who he's married to.~

-Ludmilla tilts her head - another new word.-

Ludmilla: ~Married?~

Selene: ~Ah, yes. Married; marriage; marry. The act of bonding yourself to someone whom you share an indomitable bond with mentally, physically, and spiritually. Comes in many forms, all of them considered holy and sacred beyond reproach.~

-Ludmilla blinks.-

Ludmilla: ~Uh... oh.~

-Selene giggles.-

Selene: ~Don't worry. It takes a few years to really wrap your head around it.

Outside Duniree's Room

-Knocking continues-

Duniree's Suite

-Deziree gets the door, again.-

Deziree: Helllllllllllllllllo?

Duniree's Room

-Jason is standing here!-

-As well as Eve, his friend-

Jason:Heya, Dezi. I, ah...got a small problem...

-Said problem is slightly coiled around a false hand on the floor. The prosthetic seems to be held together only due to the fact that wires exist and it's on his arm-

I found out what wonkey Aura means...

Duniree's Suite

-Deziree blinks.-

Deziree: ... Uh huh. I'd tell you I told you so, but... Anyway, er... Let's get you out of the hallway.

-She leads her guest(s) inside.-

Deziree: So... What was the, er, incident like?

Psyche looks at the arm, and up at Dezi. ~Oh shoot, that reminds me, I was gonna ask, is there anyway that you would be able to build a prosthetic leg for me, Deziree? I like this brace and all, but uh... After being gone for so long, I've lost all ability to move this leg without psychic power.~

Duniree's Suite

Deziree: Oh... huh. My goodness, no small number of project with this group. I'll have to see what I can do... And find a proper surgeon...

Duniree's Room

Jason:Well, for one it was an accident. Like...muscle memory.

Eve:More like arm memory.

Jason:Hush.

-Beat-

A-Anyway...it was this morning, actually. I, ah...ran into a mon I knew...

Earlier that day

-You see I was walking out and about, thinking about going to the Gym, when I heard someone familiar...-

???:<I have you now, odorous ostracizer! You will now pay for your crimes against the fair Ratatta of the sewers!>

-A certain...Machoke I met a while back...-

????:<You give 'im what for, Inspector!>

-And his cat companion.-

Jason:...Hildebrand? Nashu?

-Hildebrand, the Machoke, well...he wound up facing down a Muk. A huge Muk. Like-

-Huuuuuuuuuge-

Hildebrand:<Prepare to face the might of my Heliodor Hammer, fiend!>

-And when he tried to punch it...-

-Splorch!-

-The Muk just kinda...took it, and smirked.-

<What trickery is this? How could you have stopped the mighty hammer of Hildebrand?!>

Jason:....You know Muk are like...living liquid gunk, right?

-And yet as I said that, the Muk was rearing to smother the guy in his own body.-

-Not one to let that happen to someone...even if he did walk right into it...I jumped in and out of habit tried to make a shield out of my Aura and...well...-

-GrrrrrrAAAAKaCHuK!-

-It just kinda...blew through the stump and wrapped the arm in this...twisted metal arm scrap shield thing.-

The Now

Jason:And yeah...that's the long and short of it...hehe...

-Eve facepalms-

Psyche sweatdrops. ~It's not an emergency or anything, I still can use my TK for it, but it is starting to upset me.~

She stops at the surgeon part. ~Oh yeah... That would involve..    hospitals   ~

Duniree's Suite

(There is a soft rapping sound on the door, regardless of whether it's open or closed. The source is a rather perturbed-looking Sneasel.)

Snowy: <Um... 'ello? Can I come in?>

Duniree's Suite

Deziree: Ooh, wow, uh, yeah. I'm not entirely sure how to respond to that story, Ja-

-The room suddenly gets a lot colder as a sense of palatable dread irradiates the area.-

Ludmilla: B-bol'nitsa?

-Black, icky black dread, hatred, pain. Pain.-

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Ludmilla: N-ne! Ne vernut'sya! NE VERNUT'SYA!

-Dune comes rushing out of the kitchen.-

Dune: Woah, what's going on?

-The Happiny quickly jumps off of Psyche's lap and rushes to Ludmilla.-

Duniree's Room

Jason:Woah!

-Jason doubles over, clutching his head-

N-Ngh!

Eve:Jay?

Psyche grits her teeth. ~Hon... Are you ok? Do you want to talk about it~

Duniree's Suite

(Snowy is just standing in the doorway with a look of pure horror on her face, unsure how to respond to any of this.)

Duniree's Suite

Ludmilla: Shpritz kryuk zazhim remni...

-Deziree is rubbing her temples and trying to breath deeply.-

Dune: Ludmilla, are you okay?

-Dune rushes over, but is stopped - surprisingly - by the Happiny.-

Happiny: Hap.

-The Happiny grabs Ludmilla's cheeks and stares right into her eyes.-

Happiny: Hap. Haphap.

-The Happiny starts breathing in and out rhythmically and deeply. She motions with her hands up, and down, and up, and down.-

Happiny: Hap. Iny. Hap. Iny.

-Ludmilla calms for a moment.-

Ludmilla: V... vne... v... vne...

-The Happiny starts nodding.-

Ludmilla: V... v... ne...

-She starts slipping out of rhythm, and the Happiny claps to get her attention again.-

Happiny: Hap... Iny... Hap... Iny...

Ludmilla: V... vne... v... vne...

-The sense of dread subsides as Ludmilla's Freak Out calms.-

Dune: ... Woah.