"..."
On hearing some scuffles from above-deck, Mila considers going upstairs to see what's going on, but eventually decides against it and turns towards the wall to try and get more comfortable. However, despite her best attempts to sleep, worries continue to invade her mind.
What am I going to do now? What can I say to Finley to show her I'm okay... to make sure she's okay? If even this made her feel that bad, then what should I do in the future? I can't just fight any more, knowing this. Why is my mind stuck in this rut? I need to get some sleep, I can't just keep thinking about...
I need to update these things more oftenAfter a sidequest that totally happened, almost evolving, getting mind raped by spicy food, getting on a boat and puking out said spicy food, I think I'm done for the day. I head into the male quarters and flop onto a hammock.
edited 21st Jul '17 1:22:08 PM by shrubBird
If I don't clash, I don't change. The world ends at my borders, and the best moments slip away.changing up how I post so I can use color text as Marlon's speaking text.
(Figuring I have nothing else to do, I too decide to turn in for the night.)
Again, who is his +2?
(I carefully open the door to the male quarters, so as to make sure that I'm not disturbing Nyquil.)
edited 21st Jul '17 2:02:06 PM by Team42Larson
June 27th"I'm going down now. Today's been a long day and I'm about ready for it to end. Goodnight, everyone."
Quietly, she makes her way to the woman's dorm, finding her own bunk.
Long live the New Bev.By now, Mila has fallen into a fitful sleep. Her dreams are far from pleasant, though they are quite revealing. They seem to be bringing back her strongest memories of her travels so far, beginning with her getting lost from the group. In her dream, Mila finds herself back in the Orichalcan forests, alone except for a lightning-struck tree nearby. As she tries to remember which way is to the town, she can barely make out a voice in the distance.
"Mila! Are you okay?"
Suddenly, as she turns around she finds herself surrounded by the group from after Dras-Il's attack. They are all shouting, though after a few moments she realizes that it's directed at her instead of each other. As she tries to cover her eyes and ears to escape the threats she notices a silhouette in the distance that isn't taking part. Eventually she reopens her eyes to find herself back in Frau Morbitesse's manor, though her usual roommate isn't around. Instead, there is a letter on the pillow.
"At least you got friends here. You're not alone in this! We're going to figure all this out, okay? You're safe with me."
Once more, Mila closes her eyes and reopens them to a different tableau, this time right outside the inn they were staying at in Silversands as she hears herself speak. However, this time she's added on her internal monologue.
"Yeah, I think I want to stay outside for a bit, sorry. I'm waiting for someone."
Moments later, she notices who turns the corner and stands up in shock, running indoors. However, once she moves inside she's suddenly back in the hold of the ship and her face feels suddenly much worse than before, as it it had just been slashed.
I... I think I get it now. Why this still hurts me so much. But what do I do about it? What brought these feelings?
In the back of her mind, a quiet suggestion appears in her head. "You've always known. You're just like the others, with your attraction."
What? No! That's not...
I need to update these things more often
Purrloin Jani by shrubBird
*meanwhile, at Hevea's house, far from where Andy's slow boat takes a long time to reach the Gyarados swarm (must be Guy's added weight), Hevea wakes up around 9pm and notices Jani sleeping, somewhat relieved that he won't have to pick her up. he checks on the numerous rubber molds, each with different mixtures, that he let solidify over the afternoon. while most ended up a bit hard and even brittle, a couple actually come damn close to those of the human world. after doing a little bit of stress testing (which rouses Jani awake), he determines the best mix and starts to producing eight additional tires, four for an earlier prototype of the cart he had lying around*
*while he's doing this, almost in perfect sync, Jani figures out a part of what Hevea wants her to do* Since I'll be out, traveling the world, what if I *simultaneously* advertise the c-c-cart which we'll be selling at Lucy's?
*as Jani starts setting the printing plates, a concern comes to mind* That store just said "Hardware Store" on the sign, didn't it? How are people going to find it? *and Hevea answers* I th-th-think we can m-m-maybe we c-c-can convince her t-t-to add h-h-her name to the s-s-sign... *though obviously unsure of himself, he starts making a wooden "Lucy's" sign to append onto the facade while the rubber's cooking, with a remarkable level of artistry*
*they discuss more of their fledgling business concerns — expanding beyond personal carts, acquiring materials, advertising concerns, and initial rollout — as they work well into the night*
edited 21st Jul '17 2:55:17 PM by sarysa
Current WHABP alts: Jani (Sarah) the Purrloin, Hudson the Togetic. Tilly/Lilly (Digletts) are being Put on a Bus.T I M E S K I P
GAH!!! (I scream suddenly, bolting up.) My antennae! They've shredded my antennae!
(Then I realize that I'm holding blue strands of hair in my flippers. I remember that I'm not currently a Goodra, but a Primarina. I never thought there'd be a day where I'd wake up expecting to be a big slime dragon. Somehow, Marsha didn't stir despite my yelling.)
(I roll off the hammock and look at my reflection in the porthole window. Man, have I got the worst case of bed-head I have ever seen. Finding the two pearl hairpieces still in the hammock, I put them in and fix my hair to where it kind of resembles the type of hair a Primarina normally has. It's still very frizzy, though.)
(It's then that I notice something floating in the water a short distance away from the porthole; half of a boat is floating awkwardly in the water. Looking closely, I can see a green piece of something covered in shells and jewels in it. Recognizing it as part of the boat and material that Benji and I saw yesterday, my eyes widen.)
GUYS! I think we're close! I think we're close!! (I yell.)
edited 21st Jul '17 3:13:50 PM by kablammin45
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."Well, I don't know. (I reply.) It could have just drifted away overnight from where it was originally. The only way we would be able to tell for sure would be if we looked underwater.
(I look at myself.) And, hey, I think I'm pretty well suited for the occasion right now. Marlon, you get everyone else up. I'm going to dive over and swim around to see if I can find wherever the entrance to the cave is.
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."(In the meantime, I begin making my way up above deck and toward the railing. I'm fairly nervous, though I don't know why. Maybe I'm just afraid of drowning even though I swam all the way back to Silversand from here.)
(I climb up on the railing and stand on my tail-flippers. I look down at the ocean below. It's a fair distance down, but as long as I dive the right way, it shouldn't hurt. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and spring off the railing.)
(I open my eyes in shock when I realize that I'm turning in mid-air and about to hit the water stomach-first.)
"ACK-!" THWACK!!
("Ohhhhh man...that hurt." I think to myself, rubbing my stomach. Then I look around. Now that I'm not as pressed for time as I was before, I can get a good look around the ocean itself. I can see the ocean floor below me. Fish-like Pokémon of all kinds are swimming around a colorful reef below me. Some distance away directly in front of me, I can see a small pod of Wailmers.)
("Wow..." I think to myself, taken aback by how cool all of this is. Then I remember what I'm supposed to be doing and shove off. I dive down to the reefs below me and begin swimming through it in search of the cave entrance.)
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."

"I don't know if they have them in this world."
“How long has it been? 23 days?”