So you want to be a Pokemon Master?

[championbound]

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
Log:

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!

Comments

[sunshineprincess]

[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?

[defyingfrigidity]

[... 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!!]

[sunshineprincess]

[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?

[defyingfrigidity]

[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?

[sunshineprincess]

[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?

[defyingfrigidity]

[But Fenrir loves cats :C!!!]

Of course. What are you in the mood for?

[sunshineprincess]

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

[Raoul can't cook.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[... 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...

[sunshineprincess]

[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.

[defyingfrigidity]

... Soup cake?

[oh my god that sounds disgusting...]