Shalour City
-Herbert starts to feel very conflicted as Carol shuffles closer to him.-
Herbert: Yeah, bumbling about together does sound fun... just like old times, I guess. But, uh... well, the thing is that I-
-He notices Samantha coming over and springs to his feet, staring intently at the ground as if hoping that it will suddenly crack open beneath his feet.-
Herbert: Oh, er... hey there, Samantha! Samantha, this is Carol. Carol, this is Samantha. She's, um... well, she's sort of my... we're kind of... she'smynewgirlfriend.
edited 15th Feb '14 3:59:51 PM by Herbert40k
Shalour City
Cleo: Well. We could spend our day messing around this dinky old town, or we could travel to Coumarine City. I kinda want a change of scenery anyway.
Pakhet: <Alrightly then~>
Pakhet ~winks~ in a scroll and quill.
Pakhet: <Okay. Rule #1: When Cleo and/or Leonard grudgingly admits that the other has a point, you drink
Rule 2#: When the issue of family or finances (and the implication of the lack-thereof) come up, you drink
Rule #3: If one of them makes a backhanded compliment towards the other, you drink. Drink again, if they try to cover up the fact up badly.
Rule #4: If one of them (namely Leonard) completely misses the point, you drink.
Rule #5: If one makes a Freudian Slip, you drink
Rule #6: If blushing goes past the point of both of them looking like ripe Tomatos, down the whole bottle
Rule #7: If this date ends up with either one of them admitting their feelings or kissing. We're spending the rest of the waking hours in Mustapha's alcohol cellar waiting for the apocalypse to arrive.>
Pakhet looks up from her scroll.
Pakhet: <The objective is to get as smashed as possible by the 10 minute mark.>
edited 15th Feb '14 4:07:15 PM by PippingFool
I'm having to learn to pay the priceShalour
Carol: -she pauses mid-wave as Herbert speaks, freezing in place like a statue-
Cynthia: -nuzzles Samantha's ankle-
Carol: -stares at Samantha, then back at Herbert, then back at Samantha, then back at Herbert- She's yer, ah, whatnow? -to Samantha- Well geeeeeeeeeeee howdy there pardner, I'm Carol and you're ehhhhh Samantha? Pleased to make your ercquaintance, hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa~
MEANWHILE in a Mindscape unlike any other
-several tiny ships and boats sail around in a murky harbor. Aboard the largest ship is a tiny, formally dressed Carol-
Tiny Carol: Guys, what the hell is happening? The hell is this malarkey? We didn't sign up for this!
edited 15th Feb '14 4:09:10 PM by QuarterDollar
Shalour City
-Herbert shakes his head awkwardly at Samantha, then turns back to Carol, still keeping his gaze rooted to the floor.-
Herbert: We, uh... we started dating just a couple of weeks ago. Of course, that was before I knew you'd be showing up again, eheheheh...
Leonard: Coumarine it is, then. The only reason I spent so long hanging around this excuse for a city is because Lucille insists on taking the most roundabout route back to Lumiose as possible.
-Gallade nods at Pakhet.-
Gallade: <Sounds like a plan to me! ...Wait, did that last remark count as #1? Ah, screw it, I'm taking a shot anyway.>
-He downs a glass.-
Near DS
Arika: So, what's been going on with you?
Elsewhere
Lina: Hello, Jon. Back in Sinnoh, I presume?
Contact Me!Jacobscape
-Dune takes the key.-
Dune: Huh. I wonder what lock this goes to... Also.
-He turns as he somehow fits the key in one of his jacket pockets.-
Dune: I'm guessing that roar was not the roar of a friendly lion aspect who wishes to aid us in our quest? Because as awesome as that would be, I sincerely doubt that's the case.
Jacobscape
Jacob: "I seriously doubt that... though that'd be nice."
-Beyond the next spike log is a door with a biiiig lock on it-
"I think that's where the key goes..."
Stability: <Right! Except syncornization will only make the path easier! You can still open the door if you hit them at vastly different moments!>
<Look up!>
-Indeed, on the ceiling above Vierr there is a crystal switch-
"If there is no way to win, I will simply force a way."Northern Sinnoh
Jon: Yes, I am! I'm rebuilding my old house. You know, I found the strangest thing in the snow when I was clearing the foundation; the sword I carved for Halim—you remember that sword? I gave it to Crewe, and she put it down here, apparently!
-he sticks the hatchet in the chopping block and walks back towards the lean-to-
Jon: The house will take a while to rebuild, and of course it won't be exactly the same, but I'm making progress. How are you, my dear?
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

Works for me.
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!