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first pokéball ☯ action

a; 1447 Mitchell Road
[Hilda recognizes that she's not in the clothes she went to sleep in almost immediately, because she's in a nightgown now, and that's not really practical sleepwear for a trainer. It isn't until she opens her eyes she realizes she's in an entirely foreign area. When a search of the room doesn't turn up her Poke Balls, or any of her things for that matter, she really gets worried.

Borrowing some clothes from the closet and frowning at how old-fashioned they seem, she steps out cautiously into the house.]

b; around town
[Have a nervous-looking sixteen-year-old, Mayfield! She looks quite stunned by the entire situation, and keeps giving uncertain looks at any animals she sees. They're not any Pokemon she recognizes, after all.

She's going to have to stop someone and ask them.]

Excuse me! What town is this?

[She's trying not to look like she's as completely lost as she is. Maybe someone would believe she wandered in, but not that she woke up in a house in town with no idea how she'd gotten there and all her things missing. How often could that possibly happen?]

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[The last time he checked before he went to bed last night, he'd made sure he'd locked his irritating notwife and creepy notchildren outside for the night so he could get decent rest. Who knew what those drones were capable of? So he's pretty surprised to wake up to two teenagers tearing apart his nothouse.

He's just going to stumble into the kitchen in his pajamas. Damn that light is bright.]

Who the hell are you? And just what in the hell do you think you're doing?

[Your notfather is really grumpy when he gets woken up, okay.]

[ooc: I hope the threadjack is alright.]

[Hilbert lets out a small yelp at the sudden and unexpected arrival, turning to face him while reaching for a pokeball just in case... except oh right, he doesn't have them. Rats. Time to move on to Plan B!

...except he doesn't have a Plan B, whoops.]

Wh, who the hell are you? [when in doubt, why not just repeat the stranger's question back at him... oh wait no that's a stupid idea! Especially if this is the person respsonbiel...] Wait a second, are you the one that kidnapped us?

I don't care about that right now, just give me back my Pokemon! You have them, right?

[ooc: fine with me! in fact, much appreciated.]

[He may have been or done a lot of things, but he doesn't kidnap teenagers. At least, not unless they were valuable potential colonies, but he hasn't done that in centuries.]

Asked you first, kid. And no.

[Great, he left his cigarettes in the bedroom.]

[ooc: I guess we should wait for notsister.]

[Hilda makes the same motion as Hilbert, reaching for a Pokeball that isn't there.]

We just woke up here, I'm sorry if this is your house.

[She's tense and nervous even as she explains.]

[He tilts his head to the side as he listens to the girl. He supposed, since they were all in the same boat, that he could be a little nicer. After all, his first few days here were really confusing too.]

You just woke up?

So we're all in the same boat.

Great.

[He's definitely going back for his cigarettes now, but he's going to call back over his shoulder as he walks down the hallway]

You still haven't told me who you are.

[Lastly, he comes back and leaning against the doorframe, fiddling with a lighter.]

[Hilbert just nods in agreement with Hilda, not sure what else to add. Those once the question is asked, he quickly volunteers.]

I'm Hilbert. [he scratches his cheek a bit hesitantly, wondering if there's anything else to say.] And yeah, sorry if this isn't your doing but... um....

Why did we wake up in your house anyway...? That's kind of weird.

I'm Hilda.

[And Hilbert asked what she was wondering, so she'll just wait for an answer.]

It's definitely not my doing. And it isn't my house either; I woke up here two weeks ago.

[This could sometimes be really awkward to explain but maybe he wouldn't have to. He studied first Hilbert and then Hilda with very green, very serious eyes before adding- ]

. . . just call me Holland.

[It wasn't exactly his name, but it sounded less out of place than Netherlands.]

Oh... the nice to meet you, Holland!

[If he's in the same shoes as them, there's no reason to be suspicious at all, is there? Hilbert's demeanor pretty much shifts immediately to a goofy smile as he nods.]

Then I feel sorry for whoever's house it is, we kind of made a mess.

[...just a little bit.]

It's nice to meet you. [She smiles and then looks a touch apologetic for their apocalyptic kitchen mess.] We were just looking for our things...

You won't find them; I haven't, at least.

[He relaxes a little, too, but it's very, very little. Mostly, he seems grumpy.]

I think it's meant to be our house. There are a lot of people like us here -- in other houses.

I just don't know why.

[He pauses, then goes back into the hallway, suddenly looking into each of the rooms. The children he'd been avoiding were nowhere to be found, and he knew that the woman who kept calling him her husband was asleep in bed, right where she was every single morning despite the fact that he'd been locking her out of the house every night. He comes back, frowning very irritatedly, but it's just because he's deep in thought.]

Oh, really? [huh that's odd but he gives it some thought for a second, before realizing.]

Then I guess making a mess was okay? [That's how this works right, I mean even if it's there house...]

[Though as Holland returns, Hilbert can't help but notice his expression and tenses up a bit, laughing a little uncomfortably.] ...or maybe not...

We'll clean it up! It was our fault in the first place...

[Hilbert looks a bit alarmed at that statement for a second... wait, he didn't sign up for that! He doesn't want to clean up, why does he have to...

Oh, right, this is sort of his fault in the first place wasn't it. So he just grudgingly nods in agreement, though it's pretty obvious he doesn't actually want to do any cleaning. ~~This is what happens when you have any overly doting mom always willing to clean up messes that are completely your fault...~~]

That doesn't matter right now. [But you will clean it up. Yes you will.]

There are other people living here, too. There were two kids, but now they're gone and you're here.

[He's going to sit down at the table, and drum his fingers, still looking annoyed. Then he stops.]

[She'd feel bad if she didn't offer to clean up, at least.]

Where'd they go?

[...huh that's weird. No, wait a second!]

Maybe they're the ones that took our Pokemon! [This completely makes sense to him.]

No idea.

. . . there's this woman who keeps calling me her husband, too. But I'm not.

[He stares at Hilbert. Just stares, then blinks and looks back to Hilda.]

When she starts telling you she's your mother, you should probably just ignore it.

T-that's really creepy...

[He sinks back a bit at that stare... okay maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all. He's going to have to rethink this a bit.]

There's no way mom could be here anyway.

She's always in bed with me, every morning. Even when I lock her out of the house at night.

The kids too, but now they're gone.

[Hilda casts an uncertain look at Hilbert.]

U-um, you lock her out?

But you aren't going to lock us out right?

[That would be bad... he supposes.]

I can't sleep when she's there. And in the morning, she acts like it never happend.

[He shrugs, then looks back at Hilbert. It's not quite a smile, not even a smirk, but somehow he looks amused.]

Probably not.

[ooc: b'aw this is so much fun but I have to run for about an hour. Errands. /hugs the kiddies Back later guys.]

H-how can she not notice? Did the kids notice?

[It's like a ghost story!]

Bad strange twin pokeverse notchildren, bad.

be nice to your new kids!

They're teenagers, they can fend for themselves. B|

FAMILY TIME

yaaay

sob sorry didnt have this pinned

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