003 - Log

[sociallychallenged]

Who: Hank Anderson | OTA
Where: Goldenrod
When: During November
Summary: A few log openings
Rating: L for language

Nov 12th - OTA

[It's shaping up to be a cold, rainy week. Honestly, it feels a little like home, and it gives him something to do because fuck knows he hates sitting around all the fuckin' time with his thumb up his ass. And this place is pretty good for giving him absolutely nothing. He's been working as a janitor in every town they've stayed at, and his most exciting event of the week is when he has to scrape gum from the bottom of a table. Honestly he didn't quite feel so fucking old until the millionth time he had to dislodge a cemented hard candy from a surface, muttering, 'damned kids'. A sentiment he never thought he'd feel (even if it's just passing petty annoyance with the average heathen children of perfect land, and he still very much misses being a father).]

[On a day off like this he can take his dogs and go out and investigate the area around the town. He can check the 'missing' posters at the Pokecenter or ads in the paper. He can make a list of "missing eevee, pink bow around neck" or "cranky joltik, answers to frank, plz contact if seen" and contact their owners to find something that'll smell like their lost charges. Then he can use his three main team members to go looking for the missing pokemon.]

[Today's been a good day. He's not bothered with an umbrella himself, because he's not a fucking wicked witch and he's not going to melt, but he is carrying a basket with someone's lost, wet Jigglypuff in it, dripping from having been wandering freely, lost from its owner, with a poncho over it and looking about as cranky as a wet ball of pink fluff can.]

[Hank carries it into the Pokecenter to drop it off, intending to go get some fucking booze after this because he is going to need it. His pants are spattered in that unique sort of City Mud that's going to be a pain in the ass to wash out, and he puts the basket up onto the nearest counter and turns it over to the nearest deja-vu-faced cute girl along with the owner's info.]

Watch out. He's in a mood. [Hank warns her before heading out. Right. Booze, and pick up a newspaper to look for more missing ads. Rather than make them endure the rain longer than necessary, his usual crew of dogs are all in their balls. Sure, he'll protect his buddies from the water, but not himself (other than his leather overcoat and some thick clothes) despite it being cold. He'll just go about his errands looking like a wet Stoutland, thanks.]

Nov 23rd - Closed to Connor

There is some bullshit going on.

[Hank's voice is booming loudly as he tears his way back to his and Connor's shared hotel room. There's been some fucked up stuff already. People just... fucking appearing in the street. Pokemon that don't belong here chasing around ones that do. People going missing. The Jennies are taxed and Hank's done what he can to help for a man that has no fucking clue what anything is and where.]

[He has seen one of the giant legendary fucking huge bird things today, and that's something he didn't want in his life.]

Have you seen any of this, Connor?

[He goes to the window to peek out the blinds.]

I thought my fucking shadow fucking off without my permission was weird enough. Now we've got whatever this is.

Comments

[sociallychallenged]

You do, that's true. But an empty house never feels great. [And good dogs, no matter how good, can only fill it so much. He doesn't know him incredibly well, so he's not sure if it's welcome, but he pats Jack's shoulder. The gesture heavy and companionable.]

Ecruteak. We'll eventually have to go through there. We'll probably be here for a while. Just getting settled, building up stock, that kind of thing. Fuckin'... tired of the janitor work but I do not have the face or disposition to sit at a PokeCenter desk.

[Aside from all that meandering drivel, though, and punctuated by a drink, he brings it back around again.] What was your husband like?

[He doesn't know if that's a fair thing to ask, but the guy still seems to love the hell out of him. Even in absentia.]

[thedifferencebetween]

It's a real beach town, if you're into that. But like...classy? Got a nice gourmet scene - a lot of places here do. Food's a big industry. And shit, just find a niche and fill it. That's what I did. I make freaking greeting cards here. Pokemon ones. It's dumb and not at all my field, but...eh, makes me money! And kind of why I started getting so many dogs - puppies bring bank, man.

[People love mundane cute shit here. Jack just adapted. That's what sells? Fine, that's what he'll make. He just needs a new stupidly cute mascot, now that D. B. is a giant horrific hellbeast now.]

[He blinks a bit at the question - nobody ever asks about Felix.]

Huh? Oh, Felix was... I mean, we were never official married, it was like commonlaw but...ya know what I mean. And he...he was the biggest asshole you'll ever meet, honestly. Just...friggin jerk. Had this stupid orange frosted tip thing going on with his hair. But he was funny and we had a ton in common and just...got each other. And he was super hot - younger'n me, like 30s. Just...damn. I had the brains, he had the looks, we made lots of money.

[It's obvious Jack's still got a lot of affection for the guy, the way he talks.]

What's uh, what's your guy like?

[Since they're talking love lives and all.]

[sociallychallenged]

Connor looks early thirties, late twenties. But he's an android, so... he's pretty much younger than everybody. Better than me in every way, though. Smarter. Calmer. [More stable.] Even when he was supposed to do what he was told he'd find every loophole to do whatever the hell he wanted. [Hank says it fondly though it annoyed the everloving fuck out of him at the time.]

Real pretty, too.

[In other words, Hank knows that Connor is infinitely out of his league. Just fuckin' lightyears away.]

Looking forward to all that cradle robber judgement. Hoo boy.

[A deep sigh and a gesture for another drink. Maybe it won't happen here. Possibly.]

Can outsiders even be officially married out here? [Not that it's even nearly time to consider this because he's only been dating the motherfucker since his fucking birthday a few months back. It's been nowhere near long enough even staying in this place to consider some sort of formal union. But that idiotic romantic in the back of his mind compels him to ask.]

[thedifferencebetween]

Well, I mean...he's technically an android so isn't his age...whatever the hell age he was designed to be? So I figure it's a different kinda thing there. I dunno. I've met plenty of...aliens and robots and whatever here where age doesn't work the way it does for humans, so whatever.

[Jack shrugs. He doesn't care. And he's all for guys in his age bracket scoring with hot younger - but not inappropriately young - dudes. Very pro that whole thing.]

Oh, yeah, I mean...yeah.

[Now is not the time for the whole story of Jack's third wife, and that whole thing. It's weird and confusing and covers a lot, so he'll just give the simple answer.]

Own property, get married, own businesses, own Gyms... we can do pretty much anything the natives can. No weird restrictions 'cause we're space immigrants.

[sociallychallenged]

I didn't even think of it until now. He's always come off as a good detective as mature as any other person at the DPD. Just a model pretty one. [Fuckin' asshole using his pretty fucking eyes to get what he wants. That puppy dog face. Hank hates it. It's the worst. It's the best.]

Great, good to know. So that means I can get some sort of contract and have an actual house.

[Since he's been here for a few months, it seems like he's gotta start looking into that sort of thing.]

You know what? I might start looking into your neighborhood. [He points at Jack.] Might be nice to live in a place where I gave enough of a fuck to talk to the neighbors. [Okay, he talked to his a little, but not so much in the past couple of years. Big family block events had stopped being his thing and he became a shut in asshole.]

[thedifferencebetween]

Well hey, in that case... next month is the holiday season, I'm staying here through the winter, how about you and your dude come over next month. I'll get a cheese plate, some wine, classy shit. I'll show ya the house, whatever.

[Jack's just desperate enough to seize on any sort of potential 'friendship'. This would be better if he was still part of a couple, but...eh, whatever. He's Handsome Jack, he's never a third wheel!]

Uh...I do have a problematic Trubbish? I dunno even know how I ended up with it, it just decided it was mine. Even though it hates me. But Havoc's pretty good at keeping it in line. And my money cats are all kinda shitheads, but just ignore'em. And bring your dogs, I got dogs.

[sociallychallenged]

...The literal garbage monster? [Hank furrows his brow.] I almost thought those were a joke on the Pokegear. Those are real? Fuck....

Well, even if it's problematic, it'd be a new experience for me. I'll make it happen.

And yeah, I guess I technically got mine on me right now. I was keeping them out of the rain but- [Shit, bartenders don't seem to mind people having their pokemon out. There's someone's Mr. Mime (what the hell are those even) sitting by his sunken-eyed tired looking sea-captain-like trainer at a table, which is its own ill-fit sight as judged by the gruff man with a flower in his pocket. So he pulls out Luann's ball (she's not nearly as massive as Tubbs is at the moment) so she can just hang out.]

[After a moment of disoriented looking around, new surroundings and all, and two unfamiliar dogs, the lanky midday Lycanroc just lays down by her owner with her head making a sandstone sound when it rests on her prim front paws.]

That's one of them. Hunter and Tubbs are usually with me too. Houndoom and Arcanine. [He's kept them in his party since he first got them.]