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[ OPEN ] I have my own version of vital signs

Who: Yang Xiao Long & others!
What: largely listless loitering
Where: Goldenrod City
When: prompts start on 6/1, extending into the weekend
Warnings: during the transfer from R29, Yang was given a canon update. she is now a walking spoiler for the end of Volume 3 of RWBY. as a result certain uncomfortable topics that may arise in dealing with her. I have an opt-out post which extends past just replying to this log. I'd appreciate it if you took a look there before replying at least to brace yourself. castmate threads will be especially difficult, so stalk those at your own risk!

(A) 6/1 - Yang's old job
[ This diner in Goldenrod was a unique attraction. Most of its table space was situated outdoors. Service came not just with a smile, but with the added excitement of servers zipping around on skates. Summer was just around the bend, so business was picking up, and the manager was quite pleased to see Yang come in. Having her skates already in-hand, she manager was hopeful that Yang was here to start her lunch shift early. It's too bad the only reason Yang was here was to turn in her skates. As soon as that bad news was delivered, the blonde girl walked right back out without even considering placing an order for her favorite sandwich...

After Yang cleared the front doors her weary eyes scanned her surroundings. Despite the warmer weather, she was in her trainer outfit's red jacket. That wasn't odd compared to what was going on with her right sleeve. Yang's right hand was nowhere to be seen, and the fabric of the coat flapped loosely as she moved, starting at a point above her right elbow.

Yang marched right up to the nearest person and brought up her gloved left hand. In her right grip were the laces from which a pair of purple roller skates dangled. As if it was the catch of the day or something. ]

Hey. Can you take these off my ha—? [ Yang winced and tried that phrasing anew. ] Do you want them...? Or else I'm just going to throw them away.

((OOC: only one person can claim the lone pair of skates; preferably in the subject line if you're reasonably sure it would happen! others can tag in this prompt if they would refuse her offer outright.))

(B) 6/1 - outside and around town
[ With that business out of the way, Yang was free to wander aimlessly. Sometimes she stopped in front of the window of a business to check out the help wanted ads. Most times she would be there for a whole two seconds before turning away, either wearing a frown or outright scowling. One would think there would be something she can still do around here...

Other times, she can be seen walking alongside her tall and fluffy Arcanine. Growly was feeling more protective than usual, even going so far as to intercept anyone she did not recognize the scent of, should they come up to Yang. Or, if Yang was about to run blindly into someone, Growly would step in between so that Yang ended up with a face full of fluff and confusion. ]

(C) 6/3 - a park
[ Despite better judgement, Yang made a halfhearted attempt to play catch with her Pokémon. They were all tired of being cooped up, or so Yang believed, but they were not satisfied with romping about freely in such nice weather. It took some coaxing to get Yang to grab a stick and blindly throw it but... she's not left-handed. She had no way to control where the stick ended up with such lack of attention given to it.

It could end up on someone's picnic basket. Their blanket. The bush behind them. Hitting their Pokémon on their side. Hitting them on the head. No matter the outcome, Yang will jog on after it, looking and sounding thorough apologetic with a hint of underlying anger. ]

Damn, I'm sorry. I ... didn't watch where I threw that.

Are you okay?

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[It's like a blanket had been thrown over them all, heavy and smothering. Any joy Ruby might have found during their days on the moon seemed so far away, longer than even the weeks she'd spent at home recovering from the fall of Beacon.

So much had happened. Even now, she was still trying to process it. Her pokemon had been there for her of course, refusing to leave her side fore more than a few moments, and she definitely appreciated that, but right now, she needed her friends. Her family.

So it was a bit less of a coincidence when she tracks down Yang in the park - just as the stick sails right into her head, causing her to yelp.]

Owww... and here I thought sticks weren't considered lethal weapons...

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[Laura has been in a bad mood - the moon party was great, but she lost her vampire powers again! Boo. Nothing would ever cheer her up, ever ever ever ag - ]

Oh My Ghoul, I can have them? Thank you so much!

[THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER SHE'S GOING TO HUG YOU]

[There had been five minutes after Weiss woke up back in Johto that were spent thanking her lucky stars that she was out of Atlas. Those were the only five minutes she took for herself, though.

After that, it was a matter of figuring out where her teammates were, and giving the apology that she owed them. The fact remained that no matter what the circumstances were, she had left, and it's unforgivable in her own eyes. She fully expects everyone to be angry at her.

When she goes out, she spots the Arcanine before anything else. Weiss almost starts to say something, but the words don't come. She winds up freezing in place, blinking back the tears she had been fighting since she had stepped onto that plane.]

[So many people are out working, clearing roads, and Ashley's...

Called in sick to her job at the bookstore, sitting on a bench instead. Watching her Phantump rush around in the sunlight, running a hand up and down the fur of her Slyveon, curled up beside her. Looking like she hasn't slept well lately.

Frankly she's also incredibly spacey, not focusing really on what said Phantump's doing- until she lets out a little Phaaaan! gasp, as that is most definitely the target that stick found! Ashley blinks and snaps herself out of whatever daze she's wandered into, slowly standing and remembering she's outside, right.]

Huh? Uh... [It's Yang. She hasn't seen much of anyone the last few days, honestly? Since they all awoke- so she hasn't really seen the RWPY crew around, or taken note of any changes in their demeanor.] It's... It's fine. Samara's...grass, anyway.

[Tump! A slight protest, but it seems all's forgiven. Samara the Phantump attaches herself to Ashley's leg and the girl doesn't even yelp, strangely enough.]

No harm done.

[The stick doesn't actually hit Penny or her Pokémon, but Flynn's a pretty skittish little Vulpix. Even a miss is enough to frizz out his tails and send him clawing his way up to Penny's arms.]

Flynn! What- oh. Salutations, Yang.

We're fine, thank you. Are-

[Okay even she knows 'are you okay' is a really dumb question at this point.]

...It's good to see you out. Um. Are you thirsty, or- I've got a couple Lemonades in my bag.

[Okay... Rakka was still trying to piece together the events that landed her in Goldenrod City - The party, for one, was still visible in her mind, all the fun they'd had there before it ended. Somehow.

So much had happened. And after a lot of work clearing poison types out of Ilex forest, Rakka just had to take a break. The park was a good place for that, somewhere she could walk around and try to piece together... everything. Kuu could float around with her, Gale could take to the sky above and do whatever he did to relax. She would take a seat on a bench... but Rakka just felt restless.

So it's quite the coincidence that a stick manages to land right in front of her, the suddenness startling her.]

Wha... Ah! [Is... that Yang? It is. She hasn't seen her since the party, and she always wanted to keep in touch with her friends. Maybe... now she finally had her chance?]

Y-yang! It's you. [It's absolutely her. No doubt. Thankfully the most concerning thing about Rakka right now were the grass stains on her shorts. Forest work.]

I-I'm fine, the stick didn't even touch me.

[No matter how high she jumped. Kuu could attest to that fact.]

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C

A - she'd take them! PURPLE ROLLER STAKES, HELL YEAH

B

C

C is for Crying

C is for laaaaate