Morata's Manor, Dining Room

Marjory stays where she is.

Marjory: <If you lot are done, would you let me go back to my trainer? I shall probably have to help with the cleaning effort.>

Morata's Manor, Downstairs

Aislinn likewise gives Tagg a curious look, but decides not to pry.

Aislinn: "... Right. Well, either way I'm probably going to have to go into hiding myself so I doubt I'll get many chances for revenge."

Whether she's content with this or not is hard to say.

Aislinn: "I don't think I've got anything much worse than a sprain, but I can deal with that when we're out of here."

Whenever everyone's ready to go, there's another door in the room that is presumably the exit. Going through it leads to a staircase that spirals up and up until it lets out of a hatch...

Morata's Manor, Atrium

... Here, underneath a removable section of floor.

Lumiose, Macraul Safe House

EMPEROR, not being the conspiratorial sort (and having seen a few greenettes in his day) doesn't really think much of Abilene's green hair.

EMPEROR: (To Pollen) <Rest assured, I have been involved in enough games of [stab each other with our horns to see whose are the sharpest] that I am used to this!>

... His wounds have stopped bleeding, at least, but that's still two big punctures in his chest. He's watching Rosa clean the table, and as soon as it's ready he's going to set Daydre down.

EMPEROR: <I am only vaguely aware of what happened whilst I was still in my pokeball, so I cannot tell you all the details. I believe that one—>

-He gestures to Pollen with his head-

EMPEROR: <—Would know more. I can tell you when I was sent out that my trainer appeared to be in some kind of frenzy and stabbed me, so I did what I believed would end the situation the fastest.>

EMPEROR is, thankfully for him, not the type to get irritated by coarse and rough sand that gets everywhere.

Foudre lets out a Thunderbolt when she hears the signal

Obsidian Labs Exterior:

Once she hears the command, Tricky would use discharge in an effort to provide the needed starting current to get the generator running, assuming that there was nothing wrong with the any of the machine's hardware.

Morata's Manor, Dining Room - November 1st, 2021

-Crochet and Doc start to leave, Doc's paw glowing white with a Dazzling Gleam as they exit with their backs to the door-

Basement

-To Thespi-

None of us are all that hurt.

I do not sense Daydre or the rest anymore, they've been teleported off. Avery got dumped outside so we'll need to pick them up.

-To Aislinn, mask still firmly on-

Well if you need a place to crash, our usual spot works.

Hitodama: <Morata's never getting the mask back from there if we don't destroy it.>

-Serious, green flames glowing intensely-

<You weren't going to just stuff it back at your house or wherever you were originally keeping it, were you? Morata's liable to try getting it back, and she's already proven to be not averse to murder if she's obsessed enough with a mask. She saw it as her property before she even took it off your mother's corpse it seems. We're not going to be in Galar forever, and even then we're not necessarily going to make it in time if she tries a surprise attack.>

Akiko: <Your best bet's to stick with us.>

Atrium

Dactyl: -Noticing a slightly off tile- <Hey what's that?>

Chiyo: Seems like a way down so let's get it op-Is greeted by, well, the basement group-

-To me-

Did you get it?

-Pointing to Tendril, the mask appearing briefly before getting absorbed again-

Yeah. I imagine someone's not coming with us.

Chiyo: -Arms crossed- I couldn't get them to leave immediately, but they proved... willing to listen enough that I left something for when the time comes.

-To Chiyo-

That's good at least.

Pugh: -Pouting- <I didn't get to get Morata...>

Well if we fight them next time we'll be sure to cut off their teleportation.

I'm pretty sure I know where she's hiding but I suspect if I mention that Aislinn might be willing to risk having another go at her head when we really should be getting out of here, we've made a lot of commotion.

Actually, Tendril, a quick look?

Tendril: -Showing it-

-Looking at the odd mask properly-

Weird mask, isn't it? Displaying a foxmon, but nonspecific. Alolan Nintales? No, I don't think Alola had much contact with the outside world yet going by how old it looks.

-Focusing on its Aura-

Zorua maybe? Not the Unovan kind, perhaps the Sinnohan or more accurately Hisuian variety. The raw malice feels about right from the old stories...

Sandgem, today

-Feeling my back scar ache-

It always does this around now, ten years since Annoski shot me in the back, since the Twilight began.

Route 202

Edited by rmctagg09 on Feb 16th 2022 at 5:23:59 AM

The generators hummed to life, lights flickered on around the entrance. Silas smiled underneath his helmet, much easier to do so when nobody could see it through the thick T-Visor. "Alright, we've got power. Khan how does the tram look?"

Khan was about to answer when suddenly the Tram said. "W-W-W-Welcome To The Ob-sid-sid-sidian Peak Transit-it System."

<That should answer that question, Captain,> Khan responded. Silas nodded in return before turning to his compatriots.

"Alright everyone on board. We're taking the morning ride in, if you have anything you want to bring, best grab it now. Otherwise we're on recovery duty."

Hacks chuckled. ~So quick to take charge?~

"I'm starting to develop a sense of danger, the hairs at the back of my neck are bristling... something about this is going to go wrong... I can feel it."

~We have been through a lot haven't we?~

Silas let out an exhausted sigh and stepped onto the old tram.

Morata's Manor

Odin: -looks around- <I thought we were going to a hospital. Do we have a healer here?>

Textspace

Hearthome City Contest Hall ~ Present Day

"Tomorrow Will Be Special, Yesterday Was Not" (4)

"A ranger, is that so?"

They ponder for a moment, with another pose that is certainly meant to indicate thinking, and then give a reassuring (?) smile and nod.

"Making the world a better place is indeed a goal most worthy! You have my blessings, and I shall wish good luck upon you!"

They then do have a question to ask, however.

"If you'll permit me, lady Alyssa, may I ask what 'inspiration' a ranger may draw from these contests of ours?"

Hearthome Contest Hall

-Alyssa looks faintly embarrassed, rubbing her neck awkwardly-

Alyssa: Well, okay, so... when Pokemon Rangers finish a mission, it's tradition to do a sort of... victory pose? You gotta come up with a pose that's you. And I haven't figured one out yet! It always just feels wrong... I dunno.

-She shrugs helplessly-

Route 202, yesterday

Jubilife City, today

-As it slightly snows-

Cold day huh?

Ginny: -Snorts- <Not as cold as back home in the Tundra.>

We'd have to go a bit further north for that.

Sinnoh Region, Jubilife City, Techspo Interior, Devon Corp Booth → Main Floor:

Mark laughed to himself a bit upon seeing the fleeing Lightning Sparks get muted after paying up, and he would make sure to evenly divide their earnings such that everyone received an extra 400 pokemon dollars for spending money. He would then notice the Sewaddle glaring at him and, after a moment of thoughtful yet tense silence would say in Monese with a noticeable dialect that sounded like a stereotypical Brooklynite, < The fight's over buddy. I can't promise anything, but I guess I'll try to watch myself so the kid doesn't pick up on my bad habits.>

“Let's try and find your missing pokemon quickly. This place isn't safe to be around anymore, and it's only a matter of time before more of those Team Lightning punks find us and try to cause trouble,” Travis suggested before he and Tricky lead the rest of the party out of the Devon Corp Booth. Before getting far, Mr. Sato would bolt out from behind the party, carrying his fainted Piplup and making a bee-line for the nearest area he thought an exit could be found.

“Hey hold up! It's not safe out here!” Mark attempted to shout in vain before Mr. Sato quickly disappeared in the background. The unfolding chaos could be seen from a safe distance as people continued to flee and the occasional Team Lightning Spark could be seen either battling randoms, smashing different machines, or tagging the walls with graffiti depicting a kind of vandalizing art with an aesthetic that matched the people who attacked The Machastery, which only served to anger Mark, struggling to stay focused as he started literally seeing a hint of red while searching for a viable exit as well as the missing Grookey. Travis and Tricky would have barely started helping with the search before Hailee found a possible clue to Banjo's whereabouts.

“Lead the way kid, we've got your back!” Travis said, with Tricky, Mark, and Chopper following close by. Wherever Hailee would wind up taking the party, they wouldn't get very far as they would all notice the various hacked television screens and projectors start violently glitching out as The Techspo's lights rapidly flickered before going back to normal. By the time proper lighting was restored, the party would come face to face with The TV Man, clad in a black 3-piece suit, yellow tie, and a hollowed out CRT monitor that actually had an LCD on the front currently showing a colorful Emergency Broadcast test pattern while loudly blaring said noise throughout The Techspo's PA systems and whatever sound systems were still active in the booths. To his side, a familiar Grookey could be seen held in The TV Man's left hand with their limbs zip-tied together, and once The TV Man swiftly turned to face the party, the emergency broadcast tone would cease before an audible click could be heard before a heavily glitched and spliced together sentence structure sounded out in low fidelity.

-CLICK- // “ATTENTION! ATTENTION! This is [ONLY] a test—-coming up next, Sinnoh's Got [NO] Talent!”\\ -CLICK- The TV Man managed to say with disjointed, unrelated voice clips as their screen changed to snowy static.

“Are you fu—reaking serious right now?! What is this, Payday 3?!” Mark shouted in a combination of annoyance and disbelief, his anger not having subsided from earlier. The TV Man would play heavily distorted laughter that would have put SHODAN to shame in response while sizing up the competition. The TV Man would then callously drop the Grookey while they were still hog-tied in zip-ties and before stylishly throwing two neon pokeballs over his shoulders, doing two crossed underhanded throws in front of them, and then dropping a fifth neon pokeball out of his right sleeve to reveal a team of several pokemon he would introduce as they were constructed from their wireframes.

-CLICK!- // “Introducing [Byter] The Porygon, [Hackett] the Porygon...2! Also starring, [Haxx] the custom—definitive—ultra—remaster edition Porygon-Z, [Webber] the Mixmaster Galvantula,[Doxxier] the Magnezone, and [DOMAIN BLOCKED!] the shiny and [SUPERIOR] Manectric!”\\ -CLICK!-

During this introduction, The TV Man would dramatically point and pose like a stilted Power Ranger in a method that was both intentionally corny and uncanny at the same time before threatening as his face started animating a devilish grin inside the snowy static, -CLICK!- //”The following program is for mature audiences only! Viewer discretion is advised!”\\ At this point every screen throughout The Techspo would start showing a static background with a faint Blue Screen of Death randomly typing out strings of garbage data while the following music would play throughout the PA system:

Jubilife Techspo, Devon Corp Booth

-Hailee continues leading the group to find Banjo-

Hailee: OK, so, if we just follow these footprints while also trying to not notice that there are T Vs violently glitching out all around us, we should be able to find Banjo!

-The TV glitches get worse from there-

Hailee: Is it just me or are these glitches getting louder and even worse?!

-the lights come back on-

Hailee: Phew. The lights are back on. Hey, what the-

-Hailee and the group notice the TV Man-

Hailee: Who the heck are you, and- wait a sec!

-Hailee notices a Pokemon in zipties who looks just like...-

Hailee: Banjo?! Its... you!

Timothy: Ah! Don't worry! We'll get you outta there!

Banjo: Its okay! I'm fine! But can someone please free me from these zipties? Seriously, these glitches are hurting my ears! I need to cover them, but I can't!

-Banjo gets dropped with little regard, as the TV man sends out his Pokemon-

Banjo: Ow! Oh no, guys, run!

Hailee: OK, so if its a fight you want, we'll give it to ya! Right, Timothy?

Timothy: Yup! We gotta rescue Banjo after all!

Banjo: I appreciate the effort, but we're still gonna die.

Maggie: "And guess that gets us in."

SleepyHead: <Hopefully there'll be a way to keep this powering...>

Foudre: <If not, I'll just zap it again!>

SleepyHead: <...From inside?>

Foudre: <...>

<...Yeah...>

Maggie gets on the tram and beckons the other two to join her.

Edited by CorvusAtrox on Feb 17th 2022 at 1:21:08 PM

Obsidian Peak Labs Entrance:

"Well that's reassuring..." Travis quipped sarcastically in response to the stuttering announcement system after re-equipping his backpack over his HEV suit. He would follow the rest of the group into the tram car and take a seat and facing out the nearby window. "I'm already packed with everything I think I'll need. One question though: Are these suits modular at all? I recently caught myself a Porygon-Z and finally stabilized them about a week ago. I'm doubtful they'll be a good fighter so I'm looking for other outlets, and hoping to possibly test them out as a HUD UI or something.

After noticing this part of the facility return to life, Tricky would rush to the tram, bounding like a bolt of lightning before the Manectric would curl up by her trainer's feet. "Don't worry, we weren't going to leave without you girl," Travis reassured while petting the top of the mon's head, still not quite used to being in a full body suit of reactive armor.

Hearthome City Contest Hall ~ Present Day

"Tomorrow Will Be Special, Yesterday Was Not" (5)

"Hmm, I see! Yes, yes... now I understand."

Andrea takes on a more serious expression, it seems, and points at themself once again, smiling.

"But do not worry! You are in luck! For the greatest entertainer- if not yet regarded as such- of this era, the great MIRACLE🌠STAR will come to your aid!!"

They motion for Alyssa to stand up, and follow them, indeed continuing with-

"Follow me! I have the perfect idea to save you from your plight!"

The tram started, and slowly the team was off. Silas turned to Travis directly. "The Asimov programming API is pretty modular, working with Pories is kind of our thing."

Bishop popped out and waved. "Hello there. I am here to assist."

"I don't exactly consider Bishop one of my team, as he's often running the machinery I make use of."

"Though currently that suit of yours has very little of it," Bishop noted, commenting on the T-visor'd helmet.

Hamlet, The Walk

Henderson leads you out from the village and into what appears to be marshlands, it seems he's making his way through the ruined stone patios built through the marsh towards a well-maintained 'mini-mansion' strung up with decayed crimson banners and celebratory bunting.

Henderson: ... I haven't heard of any nightingales. By her I meant the Countess, that bloodsucking noble...

He scoffs a little.

Henderson: Miranda gave her control of the Crimson Court, even though the only ones left of that are the three 'sisters' residing in the party manor with the Countess... I'm sure a trainer like you has a way to disperse pests like those...

Eventually you reach the front door and Henderson gestures to it.

Henderson: Well, here we are. The Countess would kick a fit if I went inside with you, probably shout about some conspiracy to kill her and drain the pool in the basement... Anyways just remember what I told you and you should be fine!

He swiftly tries to scramble back away from the door and hide behind a tree.

Meat Palace

Yeah maybe, but the point of this isn't strictly to be a distraction. The point of this is to put you in just enough danger to activate your Metaverse Fight or Flight Response and awaken a Persona.

-Rakash takes hold of the grimoire from his Persona and tucks it under his arm-

Anthem: <Stay safe. Keep her safe too.>

I will. The rest of you get into the upper window, I'll follow behind you with miss-doesn't-have-a-codename-yet once we're done with the main entrance distraction.

-Rakash starts walking towards the factory-

J-Team Textspace

J-Textspace

Lavender Town

"Thanks for the lift, Xatu!"

Hamlet

Kamui nodded and took a deep breath, reaching and feeling around for Kokonoe's Pokeball as she made her way inside.

Morata's Mansion

Thespi: Oh heck yeah, let's vamoose.

-she gives Aislinn another pat on the back, and follows everyone up-

Abilene's Apartment

-greenettes...-

Pollen: -chitter-splutter- <What?>

-...-

Pollen: <...ugh, I keep forgetting you're not my EMPOLEON. I mean Empoleon. Sounds, uh, fun, big guy.>

-she's never really read the Pokédex, either-

-Abilene returns with an armful of poultices and assorted miscellany, a Parasect at her heels-

Abilene: -recalling Rosa to make room- Alright, who got maimed this t...ime...

-Lanatus hops onto a shelf overseeing the room, and looks right at Daydre-

Abilene: ...oh.

Abilene: It's you.

-she makes to do something like brush Daydre's hair out of her face before remembering the injuries and also deciding. that'd be weird-

Abilene: ...oh, I so wanted this to be under different circumstances.

-she frets at the state of her apartment, and...squeezes her eyes shut, instructing a little Sunkern to fill it with a Safeguard-

Sinensis: -creeping up to Daydre- <Taste?>

Abilene: ...not yet.

Sinensis: <Just a little? While rigor sets in?>

Abilene: I appreciate your fervor.

Sinensis: <This one is glad! This one will always be of service—this one is here when you need it, oh yes.>

Abilene: Eventually. Not yet.

-it clacks its legs, skittering to and fro-

-it eventually settles on its belly before her, claws shut and posture meek-

Sinensis: -stilling- <Then this one is ready.>

Abilene: -reaching out- Well, that one isn't.

-and she

...repots a mushroom, and plants another one in its place!-

Penicillium: <Ah, sight? This one is needed.>

-that's what happens. with that level of detail-

Abilene: -uncomfortable- ...just to be clear, I—

Penicillium: <Spare it preamble. What occurred?>

Abilene: -cocking her head- What occurred?

Pollen: <...Morata—>

Abilene: Stop talking.

-a silence, wherein a mushroom merrily goes about sterilizing many wounds-

Abilene: -...cough- Sorry, force of habit.

Penicillium: <This one sees contusion, abrasion, asphyxiation, bone fracture, moderate to major Aura expenditure, muscular strain, frequent hand use>

-with every moldy little chitter, the horror on Abilene's face grows-

Penicillium: <This one will topically sedate. Mmm...yes, body may not want to be awake.>

-...localized via the fangs, steering clear above the neck-

Pollen: <...topical.>

Penicillium: <Body may desire to wake. This one doesn't know, it's just a mushroom.>

Pollen: <...do you still want t>

Abilene: It was that fucking mask, wasn't it.

-EMPEROR explains his piece-

Abilene: ...

-she backs into a well-loved chair and sits down hard, hand twitching for a flask of some drink on the table beside her-

Abilene: ...why does this keep happening to us.

Penicillium: <This one could use some alcohol.> -Abilene fills and holds out a glass to Pollen, who takes it to bring to the makeshift medical table-

Pollen: -carrying- <Yeah, uh. We got fucked up.>

-somehow looking less and less makeshift by the moment—the Parasect's gotten a sterile parchment under Daydre, sheathed claws in clean metal, taken a Spinarak from behind a cupboard to supplement the silk of the bandages it's weaving-

Abilene: Ugh, you would. How's Marjorie?

Pollen: <She's spry.>

Abilene: Lovely. I'll beat her one of these days.

-she thinks of bodyguard pit fights-

Abilene: ...or I suppose my servants, of which I have many, will.

Pollen: <Hey, we—we put up a good fight!!>

Abilene: I can tell. You got fucked up.

-Abilene's unimpressed silence drowns out Pollen's mumbling about scary old ladies-

Pollen: <...mostly she unmasked Daydre and—remasked her so she tried to rip us all up with her teeth.>

Abilene: ...I hate this fucking family.

-she takes that drink, just a little-

Abilene: ...but hers got it back, didn't it?

Pollen: <...>

Abilene: Oh, don't be coy. We eviscerate petty thieves in our collections on the regular, but you lot wouldn't be caught dead in anything less than heroism, hm? I watch the news. Good for whomstever and whatever. Family.

-Pollen's ellipses have a more uncomfortable undercurrent to them-

-but Daydre's being tended to-

-so Lanatus feels comfortable looking toward EMPEROR-

Lanatus: -trills-

Abilene, blind: -yelps-

Pollen, who can't see metal: <Wait right you got stabbed>

Penicillium: -at Odin- <Mmm. Put your grit to work.>

-there're black-market Potions in reach from the ground-

-Pollen, nervous, assembles an inexpert Pollen Puff to use-

Penicillium: -to her- <Mm-mm. Not enough protein. Not enough iron. See, there—ironleaf varieties in particular.>

-dumbfounded, Pollen turns her gaze toward a tiny cabinet cramped with bottles full of...various powders?-

Penicillium: <Ferrothorn grains, mhm.>

Pollen: -drifting over, hungry marveling- <Wow, you've...got a lot of variety.>

Penicillium: -sewing, cheerful- <It is springtime.>

Edited by Asterisk395 on Feb 17th 2022 at 10:57:55 AM

Macraul Safehouse

-Odin blinks, then nods and begins precisely spraying the Potions as best he can with sand pillar hands-

Morata's Manor, Basement

Aislinn: (considering Hitodama's words) "..."

Aislinn: "I figured I would have to go into hiding after... whatever happened. My house is no longer a safe zone since the line of defense we had before is..."

Her lip twinges a little.

Aislinn: "... Missing. I'd like to think she's alive, but I was never able to find her..."

It doesn't seem like she's talking about her mom.

Aislinn: "Anyway. If I have to follow you lot to secure the mask's safety, then fine, whatever. My life's purpose is to protect it, so I will follow wherever it goes. That'll be an explanation to Jacqueline, but we've talked about stuff like this before."

She stays quiet for the walk up.

Morata's Manor, Atrium

Aislinn closes her eyes and thinks.

Aislinn: "My knowledge of the mask's history only goes back about a hundred years, give or take a few. I know it originated in [China] but our family's records didn't travel with us. I can't say I know what it's based on for sure, but I have some theories."

Aislinn: "There were a few things my mom was able to tell me, and to my understanding some of those stories had been passed down for many years. But... Humans can only tell so many stories in their lifetimes. Eventually stuff gets lost."

Macraul Safehouse

EMPEROR: (nodding) <Intricate bonding rituals.>

Ordinarily, Daydre would respond with an awkward wave, some kind of lighthearted comment trying to conceal the seriousness of the injuries she just sustained, or maybe thoughts of something like a girlfriend venn diagram, but she's... a little out of it right now.

The Spore has no issues putting her to sleep, since she was most of the way there already.

She's likewise not responsive to Sinensis offering to eat(?) her, or the implications of why Abilene would need somemon's body-eating services.

EMPEROR chimes in occasionally, offering details from the parts he was there for.

<There was a mask involved, yes. I wasn't entirely sure why Daydre was attacking me, but it gave me a bad feeling so I removed it.>

<Hm? A relative of yours was involved in this? I was not aware! I do not believe the culprit was in the same room anymore when I was sent out.>

<With the amount of Yamask bodies I saw around us evisceration was likely the intent, yes!>

He bird-smiles, seemingly having forgotten he was stabbed.

EMPEROR: <... Oh! Yes! This is a tiny bit painful, I will admit.>

He crouches a little so Odin can reach the stab marks better.

Morata's Mansion, Basement - November 1st, 2021

You, me, Chiyo, Ynos, are we all just guns for a higher power's purpose...

-Says nothing despite the musing though-

Atrium

-To Aislinn-

That does tend to be an issue with stuff like that, an exception being certain lore stories from [Indigenous Australian] groups. Definitely looks older than a century.

Should probably ask Dr. Nakamura if she knows someone who can age it... Best to be careful though, if apparently there was a whole smattering of people besides her who were after it, then there's a decent chance we'll run into them as well.

Doc: -Coming in- <We should get Avery and the others from outside.>

Yeah.

Honestly wouldn't be surprised if the School had designs on it for usage in experimentation.

Edited by rmctagg09 on Feb 19th 2022 at 5:31:36 AM

Obsidian Peak:

"If you can show me how to access the dev console on this thing, I'm gonna try something," Travis began to explain as he took out what looked like an ultra ball with neon yellow trim lines glowing to life. He would then release a Porygon-Z whose colors had been customized to black and blue.

"The unit designated as "Haxx" is online, and let me just say thank you once again for stabilizing me again [USER Travis Renault]! This unit is grateful that their thoughts are finally coherent and 97.5% bug-free! Are you planning to train this unit in pokemon battling?" The jail-broken Porygon-Z inquired.

"Not exactly Haxx, I have another idea in mind. Now that I have you running more than 20 minutes without experiencing a fatal crash I've got a new use case for you to try as part of a HUD UI," Travis further explained while trying to figure out how to access said HEV suit UI. "This unit is curious: Are you intending for me to take control of your suit or amplify its abilities?"

"A bit more of the latter considering I'm planning to see how well you work out as an AI Companion. If you've ever played games like Halo, you'd understand what I'm trying to do."

Sinnoh Region, Jubilife City, Techspo

Flash: Ugh, stereotyping much? Tonto.

Shutter: Ma'am, you and your group are the last people I expect to be concerned with "honor."

The attack managed to take a lot out of the muk, yet it continued to hobble.

Shutter: Hang in there, Eddie. Xerox, now!

And the shedinja made their move.

Shutter: Let's finish this!

Flash: Gimbal, Maisie, guard the trainers.

The rotom and the umbreon move menacingly forward at the duo.

Gimbal: <I've got my lens on you. And after a few inconvenient steps, so will the Jubilife Police.>

Hearthome Contest Hall

-Alyssa's expression brightens.-

Alyssa: Oh! I-I wouldn't want to impose, but— if you've got advice, I'd love to hear it!

???: <Oh good, caught ya just before ye wandered off and got lost again.>

-A Samurott walks over, a row of donuts hooked on her horn.-

Alyssa: <I wasnt going to get lost, Dew.>

Dew: <That's wishful thinking and we both know it.>

Alyssa: <Shoosh.> Ahem, yeah! I'll gladly take what you have to offer!

-She goes to follow MIRACLE🌠STAR, taking a donut off of Dew's horn.-