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[achromous]

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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[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

[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...]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

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.]

[achromous]

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

Where'd they go?

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

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

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

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

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.

[achromous]

T-that's really creepy...

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

[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.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

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.

[achromous]

[Hilda casts an uncertain look at Hilbert.]

U-um, you lock her out?

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

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

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

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

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.]

[achromous]

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

[It's like a ghost story!]

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

Maybe she's pretending like nothing happened because she doesn't want to make a big deal about it...

[He smiles a bit weakly at the "Probably" but... well Holland doesn't seem that mean, so Hilbert just assumes he's joking. But um... going to start tidying up a bit as they talk just in case.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[He's starting to wonder just a little bit about you, Hilbert. Namely what's wrong with you.]

No, none of them did.

[achromous]

They wouldn't all keep quiet, right? And how do they get back in?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

Maybe they snuck in through a back door? Or you left a window open.

Or they had a spare key. There's a lot of ways they could have done it!

[achromous]

Maybe they had a key... [That sounds like a better option to her than ghosts or something.] Oh! Or maybe an Abra or something with Teleport!

...But that still doesn't explain why none of them said anything. I'd definitely say something.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Believe what you wan, but that's not it.

[Quiet, and then - ]

A what?

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

It's a Pokemon. [duuuuuuuuuuh.]

If none of those were the right answer, then what is?

[achromous]

It's little and yellow and it gets around by teleporting, though they're not really in Unova. [But she spent way too much time before getting her license studying Pokemon.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Wow, you're as strange as his drone children.]

You guys must really be from some weird place.

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

It's not strange it's really fun.

[his mood sinks a bit at that thought though...]

Maybe this place won't be so bad either though, once I get used to it.

[achromous]

There aren't any Pokemon here?

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

I'm still not. . . exactly sure what Pokemon are. I don't know.

[He was hungry. Holland is just going to get up and open the fridge, here.]

There's animals.