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]

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.]

[achromous]

[She looks in the fridge.]

...You don't do much shopping, huh?

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

[Whatever Hilbert isn't picky.

So he's just going to reach in and pull some things out to make a sandwich as close to the one he's been watching Holland eat as he can.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

[He peers over Hilbert's shoulder into the fridge himself. When he sees the casseroles, he moves both kids back from the fridge and shuts the door firmly with a shudder.

They were horrible. He knew from experience.]

Wait.

[It hit him then that even if he definitely wasn't their dad, he'd probably have to provide something for them. After all, they had nothing of their own, just like him, but one thing he did have was a job that wasn't really his and a paycheck he had no qualms about spending.

So he tugs open one of the kitchen drawers he'd claimed and fishes out the wallet he'd found in the clothes that also weren't his. He holds out a stack of bills, not even bothering to count, but it was probably more than 50 dollars.]

There are stores downtown. There's even a resturaunt.

[He says this as if that's all they need to know.]

[achromous]

[Hilda almost says she has her own money before she realizes it's with the rest of her stolen things. She accepts the money rather uncertainly, and then looks at the fridge, remembering how empty it is.]

There's a grocery store, too?

[Because she has decided she plans on grocery shopping. And she plans on dragging Hilbert along, too.]

[pokeballer.livejournal.com]

[Hilbert would rather just go fill his stomach as quickly as possible... you can buy a lot of food with that much money!

Unfortunately Hilda was faster on the draw and got to it first.

So he just fidgets and decides to go along with this "grocery store" business.]

[vertulpen.livejournal.com]

Yes, and resturaunts. Buy whatever you want.

[It wasn't really his money, anyhow.]