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[soupguy]

So people sell Pokemon eggs, right? That's what you do...?

[Boober is holding one egg carefully against his chest, and carefully standing as still as he can manage. His mouth is pulled into a very nervous frown.]

Traveler and Tales have four more, too. It'd be nice if people wanted them, because five is a lot to take care of... More than I can do. So if anyone wants to buy one for 300P, just tell me. Traveler is my Hisuian Growlithe, and Tales is a Patra-- Well, no wait, he's a Watchog now.

...About that. Evolution is kind of weird, isn't it? It's like deciding to have a birthday, but then they change how they look too, and that just happens all at once.

(ooc: The post for claiming eggs is here! Please make sure to hit that up if you want one, regardless of if you tag here.)


Mando: Outside of Mt Moon
[Boober can't avoid the training he and Mando agreed on forever, no matter how many seconds thoughts he's having. He should know how to escape from dangerous situations, after all, and it doesn't seem like Mando expects him to actually fight. Still, he's hesitant as he goes over to Mando.]

Um... I think I'm ready to learn that stuff you told me about.


Riz: Inside Mt Moon
[The amount of preparation Riz is doing for the upcoming tournament is admirable. He's even got Boober in on it, by making flashcards he can use to test Riz's knowledge-- Which Boober much rather do than help with actual practice battles. It's helping him learn more, too, which is important. He can't avoid every challenge, especially with Archie so eager to fight. So usually, Boober pays close attention during these quiz sessions, but as they walk through the caves of Mt Moon, he's very distracted. It's such a nice, homey place for a little Fraggle.]

Wait a second... Darn. [He sighs as he flips the top flashcard back over to the question side.] I read that one wrong again. It should've been the use for a charti berry, not a cheri berry. Sorry, Riz.

Comments

[soupguy]

[Boober is intent - and frankly, stressed - as he listens. From what Riz has told him about his gun, he's not sure he'd exactly credit any first aid classes with what happened, but who knows. And at least the patient was okay. He breathes a sigh of relief.]

Wow, uh...

Well, first of all, Mummy Rot sounds absolutely terrifying. It's a good thing you guys were there! Or-- [He rubs his chin.] Well no, I guess it would've been better if you weren't. Then there would've been a real doctor there. But at least you were with Fig.

[nightyorb]

I kinda wish we hadn't been there either. We didn't get anything good out of Biz and I ended up having to watch Fig make out with some middle-aged doctor, which was concerning both in terms of consent issues and just Fig's taste in men, and also just. Deeply gross.

[Riz is certainly making an appropriately icked out face. It is one thing to witness a little peck on the lips. Still not Riz's favourite thing, but he can deal with that! But a sloppy make-out sesh with some old guy? Nope.]

[soupguy]

[Boober shudders and makes a disgruntled sound. Physical affection in general isn't bad, but it's not his favorite-- And kissing isn't really a display of affection he's used to, which makes it particularly weird, even before the questionable morality. Boober's biggest personal protest, though, is the timing.]

I don't understand how everyone does that. They go through something scary and then it's like they're fine, just a minute later! Right back to fun and playing like everything's okay.

[nightyorb]

[Boober's shudder and grumble is heartening to Riz. Of course, Boober could just be reacting to the idea of kissing middle-aged men, which would be extremely valid, but Riz is going to allow himself to believe that the reaction is to kissing in general. It would be nice to have another friend, other than Adaine, who doesn't care about that sort of thing.]

Right? I love my friends but they are really easy to distract. [Riz shakes his head.] One of us got kidnapped and-- it's not that they don't care, and we couldn't immediately go and save her, but... they were still so eager to mess with the weird elves and I don't get how they could just relax like that.

[Riz can barely understand how people can relax in general, but at that time? He'd been on tenterhooks the whole night.]

[soupguy]

[Boober sighs heavily, because that sounds exhausting and also like how his friends would handle such a situation. But hey, he knows exactly who to bring up next, now.]

Really, it's kind of frustrating. I mean it's like... Okay, so Mokey is really good at relaxing-- And she tries to get the rest of us to calm down, too, when anyone gets worked up. It's not always a bad thing? Her meditation stuff can help Wembley when he's wembling, and I don't even want to think about what it'd be like knowing Red if Mokey wasn't also around.

But sometimes calming down isn't the right answer, you know? I don't think so, anyway, but it's almost always Mokey's answer.

[nightyorb]

[Riz nods, fully understanding what Boober is putting down here.]

Right. They tell me to calm down all the time, but like... if I calm down, who is going to do all the work? It's not going to do itself.

[And if Riz isn't doing the work, then who is going to make sure people aren't being fucked over?

Though, there is one question that remains.]

What's wembling?

[soupguy]

Exactly. But they don't seem to see it that way...

Oh! To wemble is to have a very hard time making a decision, it's an old Fraggle word.

[nightyorb]

Oh.

[Riz thinks for a moment.]

I think my friends have the opposite problem. They are really good at making up their minds. Maybe a little too good. They don't stop to think enough. [He gives Boober a little grin.] Except Kristen and her religion. She's been wembling about that pretty much since I first met her.

[soupguy]

Yeah, the rest of my friends are like that, too. In different ways, they all rush into doing things. [He shrugs a little.] Sometimes it works out, though.

You've talked about Kristen and that before, and I can't say I blame her for wembling on it. I still don't really understand the ideas, but it seems like a big thing.

[nightyorb]

Yeah, she-- her whole life has been about this stuff. She grew up in a crazy Helioc cult. Everything she did was always Helio this and Helio that. And, well, she is a cleric. So believing in this stuff is where she gets her powers from.

I get why it is such a big thing for her, I just wish-- [Riz shrugs, bringing up his hands in a helpless manner.] I wish I could help her, but this really isn't my area of expertise.

[Riz is good at solving mysteries, but the mysteries he solves are the sort with a singular answer -- who did what where and with which weapon. He's no good with the sort of moral quandaries Kristen struggles with, not when his own moral convictions have always been fairly steady and influenced not by unseen gods and religion but rather from the very big footsteps left for him by his parents.]

[soupguy]

[Boober exhales slowly and heavily, nodding. That is a familiar sentiment.]

I know what you mean... It's not a very nice feeling, feeling like you can't help friends with their troubles. [He shrugs a little.] You can do a lot of stuff that's normally useful, though, like sneaking around and figuring things out... For what it's worth.

[nightyorb]

That's true...

[Though, of course, that introduces a different worry -- the fear that he's only being kept around because he is useful. Not that his friends have ever given him that impression, but it is hard not to worry about that some days. It, after all, is how it always used to be. Not that he really had friends before, but when people would tolerate him for a time, it was always because they needed something from him, whether it was his help on a project or his notes. It had been made painfully clear that he was a lot to deal with and a pain in the ass. And so far the Bad Kids had put up with him, despite his stick-in-the-mud attitude or how he couldn't understand why anyone would want to spend time kissing, but what if that patience ever wore out? What if what he could contribute couldn't eclipse his annoyances?

Not that he was going to tell Boober any of that. Boober, after all, was also a friend who could grow tired of him.

So, instead. A change of topic!]

So, what about your other friends? You mentioned Mokey and Wembley. Do you have more?

[soupguy]

Yes, there's also Gobo and Red. The five of us are kind of inseparable.

[Boober smiles in a quiet, soft way. When actually with his friends, he almost always feels one step away from a headache. Oh, he loves them and wants nothing more than to be there for them, but they're so much, each in their own ways. He does wish they were with him here, but the truth is it's easier to appreciate them, and express that, with some distance.]

I think you and Red would get along. Because Red, she tries to find answers to problems by being a detective, too. When she's doing that, she calls herself Inspector Red, and well... She's not the best, but she cares a lot about solving every case. Plus, she can have ideas that get pretty dangerous, but she's always so excited to pull them off. [A thoughtful pause.] You can't stop her from doing something once her heart's set on it. And you can be a lot like that, too.

[nightyorb]

[That's the nicest way someone has ever called him a stubborn fuck. And Riz doesn't mind the description at all. Someone has to be determined and steadfast. Else, how would anything get done?]

She sounds a bit like Fig too. I bet they'd get along.

[Though if this Red can get very excited about her dangerous ideas, perhaps it would be for the best if she and Fig would never ever meet. They'd probably get along far too well and make that a problem for everybody.]

What is Gobo like?

[soupguy]

Heh, maybe so. I think everyone would get along with Fig, at Fraggle Rock... She plays music, and that's a big deal for Fraggles.

Gobo is... [Boober scratches at his cheek. How to explain Gobo...?] He's a big goof a lot of the time, but he gives everything his all. Even if it's not important. He loves music even more than the other three, and he writes a lot of songs. Half of them make no sense.

[He chuckles, shaking his head.]

...But the biggest thing you'd notice with Gobo is how he just really loves everyone. He makes friends so easily, and he cares about all of them so much.