Goldenrod ex, 5/8 undersized (closed)

[amaure]

Who: Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, Estinien, Ziva, Urianger (maybe Dirk)
Where: Goldenrod city, mainly Emet-Selch's small apartment, but also elsewhere in the city.
When: 22nd-25th
Summary: The party has now reached Goldenrod, and they have decided to make Emet's life hell. You know, how most of his relationships do. He ain't single and he ain't ready to mingle and yet...
Rating: Will update as needed, gen for now.


When he had sent Estinien to retrieve Hythlodaeus, he had not expected there to be others among their traveling group! Let alone others from their own star—one of which he is familiar with, the other...well, in a way he is, but he hasn't fully gotten the confirmation she may yet be who Hythlodaeus suspects she is. The hero of the source he knows is not a small blond woman, but an average height brunet man, and as such he's left a little conflicted with the possibility of such differences.

Regardless of all of that, he did not expect the group to arrive at his rather quaint apartment. Barely is it suited for Hythlodaeus alone, but especially not five people in total! The knock on his door was expected, but not the slew of faces that assaulted his gaze upon opening it. His exasperated and dramatic flourish of his discontent was likely more amusing than scathing, and while he had little choice but to let them in, it did result in him locking himself in the bathroom for a time.

Glad as he is to see Hythlodaeus at long last, there's something ruinous about the unexpected company! Particularly when a certain dragoon looks both smug and amused, with that small grin of his, at the vexation brought on by these ill-turn of events, and Solus' clear surprise. Finally with some coaxing, he finds himself among them once more, looking none too pleased about it, but what can he do? Sure, he could tell them to leave, but he knows what a fool's endeavor that will be.

If this were to become the usual among their group, if his dwelling would be their landing whenever they arrive at Goldenrod, a home base if you will, then something will have to change. For now, this is his lot, terrible though it is.

Comments

old man much too old for this shit

[amaure]

@ Estinien

[After coming to terms with his situation, horrific though it is, he still has something to give to Estinien. Well, other than a sore talking to, but that will certainly come first. As the others engage in their prattle and myriad conversations about...who knows what, Solus hardly cares. As he approaches the dragoon whom is the target of his ire, he looks every bit annoyed as he did from the start, though he has something tucked under his arm, a small rectangular box of some sort, yet he does not seem keen to bring attention to it.

The way he's speaking in a whisper-yell also seems as though he's not interested in bringing too much attention to them either. Not that he wishes to hide his discontent with this situation, he has made that rather blatant! Rather, he does not need any of them easing their way into his scolding.]

This really is unacceptable, you know. What have you to say for yourself? I had asked you to bring me Hythlodaeus, and instead you bring—[his golden eyes flick over to the others, before settling into a glare back at Estinien]—them. You know full well my abode is not accommodating enough for so many! Explain yourself!

@ anyone

[After his little...conversation with Estinien, he seems keen to attempt ignoring the others as best he can. Having taken the day off of work in preparation of Hythlodaeus' arrival...he has nowhere to be at the moment, and yet he wishes he did. While he carries himself with a certain glib ease, and is ever the chatty sort, he abhors when social situations do not go in his favor. Or when he loses some level of control over it, so right now he is feeling rather, uh. Put off by this all.

Long has he given up on trying to keep the others out of his fridge or cabinets, letting them help themselves to whatever might be in the apartment (which is, admittedly, not a whole lot with how he's been living, perhaps some crackers, there's cheese wedges of various kinds, a pack of beer, half drank bottle of wine, an exorbitant amount of canned coffee...). Trying his best to pay them no mind. Which is why he's keeping to his corner of the studio, sitting upon his bed trying to engross himself in a book—some sort of novelization of a play from this world.

Should one take it upon themselves to bother him, they certain can do so at their peril! But that's what the adventurer life is all about, right? Taking risks for possible rewards? Not that there is much of a reward for interacting with this old grouch, but...]

[hythlodaeus]

Open

[And now that they do have some time to rest and take it easy... Hythlodaeus will release his Pokemon out into the open to check on them, see if they're hungry... And take notes on each one in his breeder manual. He invites the others to release all of their Pokemon also.

As if there wasn't little enough space as it was.

He's more than a little fascinated and would like to see what his friends and traveling companions have caught! ...And to see how the little creatures might interact. He has his notes and his reference book at the ready.]

[He's in the market for some eggs, after all. He'll still be seated on the bed, having nowhere better to be.]

Closed to Emet-Selch

[And Hythlodaeus is seated upon the bed because there isn't even enough floor space for him without him immediately being in the way. He pats the spot next to him, coaxing him to sit.]

Come, have you had enough of your fretting in your wash room?

[And it is only when seated that Emet-Selch may see the creature now sleeping in Hythlodaeus' hood and cowl. Nestled in his hair against his neck is a little Cutiefly. Hythlodaeus seems to pay it no mind. Does he even know that it's there?]

HOTSPRING EPISODE; Wednesday Evening

[amaure]

[Well, it was bound to happen, huh? Get any myriad group of people together, and at least one of them who gives a huge fuck about self-care or whatever it is that Hythlodaeus is on about, and eventually you'll find yourself at some sort of onsen. Fortunately, Goldenrod (what with being based off of Osaka) has a great many! So, despite what concerns or gripes there may have been from others (mainly Estinien and possibly Emet-Selch), they are now at one!

However, not only is it an onsen, but there are other parts to it as well! It's pretty much an entire spa, with a sauna, massage, facials, mani/pedicures, aromatherapy...honestly the works! Guess it's a good thing that Emet-Selch got that big bonus from his work, cuz who the hell knows if the others can truly afford this, and Hythlodaeus has no idea how money works besides.

It's fine, it's cool, Emet-Selch will make them all pay him back. But for now, it's not about money, it's about relaxation! The only downside to this is that the onsen are gendered, and so Ziva will likely have to sneak her way over to the boy's side, or settle with talking over the wooden fence that divides them.


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As for Emet himself, well...if this is coming out of his goddamn pocket, he's going to indulge. So he'll certainly be getting the works: exfoliating wraps, massage, mani/pedi, hanging in the sauna, and eventually he'll be in the onsen. Fortunately, or unfortunately, all of these are not private activities, so he theoretically could have company on any of these little endeavors, just try to strike up conversation with him, I dare you.

He'll be the most talkative in the hotspring proper, settling with some sake that's floating around on those little wooden rafts, as he relaxes in the warm depths of the waters, elbows resting on the edge as he regards the others in a manner that one might dare to call...fondness? Maybe it's a trick of the light, low that it is to keep a relaxing and ambient atmosphere, or maybe he actually is in a decent mood! Who knows!]

Thursday the 25th

[uber_marionettist]

Whatever Emet might have expected from Dirk's room... presumably it wasn't this.

Hopefully? It wasn't this?

'This' being the actual condition and contents of Dirk's blessedly and blatantly private quarters in the Goldenrod Rocket HQ. The space is equal parts messy and spotless, cluttered and bare. The floor is riotously colourful with puppets and smuppets and yards of fabric. A few strategically placed marionettes hang from the ceiling.

His bed is a thick mattress with no frame, just a boxspring and a Full sized pillowtop with bedding piled up on the end that's been pushed against the walk. Pillows--half a dozen, easily--are heaped at the other end in an approximately convex arrangement. Somehow he's contrived to cram both a desk and chair and an additional table into the space, though both appear equally laid out with notebooks, drafting paper, drawing paper, and mechanical errata--including three or four bright blue camera 'eyes.' One of those is facing the door.

If there's an organisational system, it exists only in Dirk's head.

The walls are adorned with art and photography--the photography is entirely of Rapidash, and at least some of those pictures are clearly of his own. The art, though...

Anthropomorphised, muscular horses and Pokemon flex and pose in both full colour and black and white; some of it appears to be of contrivedly 'candid' shots, while others are flagrantly lewd or even blatantly pornographic. The level of detail involved in all cases can be most charitably described as 'loving.'

The only other scene going on in this chaos are three shelves bolted to the wall, heavy duty lamps affixed over each row. All three shelves are covered in little bonsai trees, a deep blue Chesto berry or two on each one. A transparent spray bottle with a googly-eyed smuppet penned on it with red marker sits on the floor nearby.

It's... not clear where he keeps his clothes.

Dirk steps back from the door, giving Emet space to enter.

"C'mon in."