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So you want to be a Pokemon Master?

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 25 - 27
Summary: GET YOUR BUTTS IN HERE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME
Rating: BUT PLEASE PUT APPROPRIATE WARNINGS IF ANYTHING COMES UP
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Everything's ordinary, and then, all of a sudden, it isn't. Oops~! Enjoy all the weird new Pokemon roaming about, and have a good time! Any and all are welcome to join in the glitch-ridden festivities!

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[Ooooookay. She knows that today is the start of one of those weird weekends - the icy coolness beneath her skin that signifies the return of her magic is proof of that - but Anna's never acted like this before. This is worrying.]

Dead? What are you talking about? What happened, what-- [... wait hold on] What's this about Hans?

[Of course he'd be involved with whatever is wrong with her sister, ugh...]

I must have died! This isn't the opera house, and there's a weird cat in my hoodie, even though it's really cute, and Billy's not here! I was just in the recording studio with Hans because we wanted to leave our mark on the opera house in case more people were pulled in there... No. [She shakes her head.] I know he wouldn't kill me. The others would know it was him right away. I mean, he's pretty much one of the reasons we're still alive...

[Ugh she's rambling.] Billy, my Billy, not Lawyer Billy, got hurt. Oh I hope he's keeping that bandage on. [She laughs softly.] He wasn't in the room when I woke up this morning... He must be so worried...

Anna!

[Okay, maybe the soft approach isn't working. As much as Elsa hates raising her voice at her sister, she has to get her to snap out of it. She gives her just a little shake for good measure, as well.]

Anna, please, you're not making any sense. Just... stop and take some deep breaths, okay? You need to calm down, or else you're going to keep talking in circles.

[Anna squeaks, not having expected that. She takes a shaky breath before hugging Elsa, the poor cat stuck between them.]

So many of my friends have died! Natalie, Hime, Eliza, Astarte, and some of the others... All murdered by people we thought we could trust...b[She pulls away from Elsa enough to look her in the eyes.] Am I dead?

[Elsa doesn't hesitate to return the hug, arms wrapping tight around her little sister. She still has no idea what's going on, and she wants to find out so she can help poor Anna... but she might have to wait on that.

Right now, what matters is calming Anna down.]

You're not dead, Anna. I promise. Whatever happened before, you're safe now.

[Nodding, Anna looks around. This place was strange, her new buddy was strange but warm, and Elsa looks so much more mature now.]

R-Right... I don't ever want to visit an opera house. Ever.

Of course. We don't have to go to any kind of theatre if you don't want to.

[Anything for Anna.]

Would you like to go back to the inn? If you're not feeling good, you shouldn't be wandering around outside...

[She shakes her head.]

No! I have to see if any of the others are here. Especially Billy! My Billy, not Lawyer Billy. He's tall, has blond hair, really needs to eat something, but he's so sweet, and it's really cute when he gets shy... He's got to be here somewhere!

[... Okay, if Elsa wasn't in Big Sister Mode before, she absolutely is now. She won't even try to claim that she knows all of Anna's friends, with how outgoing her sister is. But the way she's talking now... there's something going on here that she doesn't know about.]

If there's anyone else you know who's lost in this town, I promise you the first place they'll go is to the inn or the Pokemon Center.

Besides, you need rest. If you keep this up, you're going to hurt yourself, and you won't be able to look for anyone.

[Trust her, Anna, she knows how much fear and anxiety can have an affect on you.]

While we're there, you can tell me who this "Billy" person is, okay? I'll have my companions go out and look for him, if you think that will help, too.

[Anna has been a ball of fear and anxiety for weeks now and no matter how much she cries or screams, nothing is making it better.]

R-Right... The ones who are still alive with me are Heather, who is blond with a lot of makeup and always looks fashionable. Jezebel is Satan's daughter, so red skin, horns, wings, and loves the color purple. Billy Flynn, Lawyer Billy, wears suits, looks serious, but he turned me on to romance novels. The Pirate King, well, looks like a pirate. Seymour is a squirrelly looking guy who smells like plants and dirt. Winslow tends to wear a bird mask and really needs fashion help. There's Hans, of course. Raoul looks like a classic French man. Then there's my Billy... He's blond, really cute, and he likes my hair.

[She fidgets, smiling shyly. Then blinks.]

Oh! I'm wearing his hoodie! It smells like him. Would that help your companions?

[... It's a real good thing that Elsa's been here as long as she has, because the Satan's daughter thing would've worried the hell out of her. It's.... still a little worrying, yeah, but she doesn't panic like she might have years ago.]

Of course, I know we haven't used Fenrir much for this sort of thing, but he absolutely could help.

[She reaches for a ball on her belt, and tosses her out. Her Growlithe, Fenrir, pops out, all wagging tail and happy puppy grin. Ready to help, friend!!]

[So cute! Anna pets her Litten's head as she hisses at the Growlithe. Then she kneels down, holding out the sleeve of her hoodie.]

Will this work?

[If Fenrir is bothered by the hissing at all, he certainly doesn't show it! Much, at least. He whines, looking just a little hurt, but he still leans in to get a good sniff at Anna's hoodie.

After a few sniffs he turns, nose to the ground, and starts moving away.]

While he does that, let's get you back to the room, okay?

[Cats hate dogs, mmkay? Anna watches Fenrir move away.]

Can we go somewhere else? I don't want to be in a room right now... somewhere with good food?

[But Fenrir loves cats :C!!!]

Of course. What are you in the mood for?

Nothing from the 1930's through 60's. Real food. No spam, gelatin, jello, any of that. Real food.

[Raoul can't cook.]

[... Geez, just what happened to Anna?? Nothing bad could've happened in just a few hours, right...?]

Well... there's that pastry shop that sells something very similar to krumkake, if you're up for something sweet...

[If you hear what happened, you might want to burn down every opera or theater you come across, Elsa.]

That sounds so good right now... It's been weeks since I've had anything like krumkake. I mean, Astarte made a soup cake, and it was awful.

... Soup cake?

[oh my god that sounds disgusting...]

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