first pokéball ☯ action

[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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[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.

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

Pokemon are animals, but they're also our friends and they help us out.

[He glances at Hilda before nodding a bit to himself deciding he can probably speak for her too on this.]

We're both Pokemon trainers, which means we journey alongside our Pokemon... which is why it's so important we find them.

[achromous]

[Hilda nods agreement with what Hilbert is saying.] We should have six each. They might be in their Pokeballs, though.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Trained animals. Like rabbits? ]

Oh. What do you train them to do?

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

To fight! Oh, but they can do other things too. They help us out with whatever we need them to, so we can live in harmony together.

[achromous]

Mmhmm, they help with building things, and there are musicals with them, too. And I've heard of contests in other regions...

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly fighting rabbits that dance and sing.]

. . . I . . .

Okay.

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

I always thought the musicals were kind of dumb.

[achromous]

Cinccino always liked them. Well, I think she'd like anything that was on stage...

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Just watching the two talk and eating some leftover food.]

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

[Noticing the food now and just staring as it suddenly occurs to him...

Oh yeah that's his stomach audibly growling.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[nom nom nom]

[achromous]

[...S-stomach growls, too.]

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

[Just... sliding a bit closer. And staring. At Holland. And the food. Interchangeably.]

Cutest kids.

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[nom nom . . . nom. . .nom. . .

. . . nom . . .and he stops chewing completely. He looks at the sandwich, then back to the refridgerator, then back to the kids.]

[achromous]

A-ahaha...

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

[Oh they have your attention at last huh.

Just.

Smiling.

Then.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. Sigh.]

There might be something you can eat in here.

[He gestures to the fridge, inviting them to look for themselves. The only things they'll find are terrible American beer and 3 entire pans of casserole made by his drone wife.]