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Departure.
SENDOFF. For a Team Galactic stronghold, Eterna City is a lot more pleasant than it could have been. You've largely been left alone by the locals except for those which you've chosen to engage. and they all still seem rather blank and dead behind the eyes; that said, however, they seem a bit more...lively here than they have elsewhere. They notice you, and perhaps more telling they have vague interest in things - in pursuing things just because they can, and not because they have to. However, your time here is drawing to a close; it's time to leave, to head north to Snowpoint City - and it seems that some of those people that have noticed you have caught wind of your intentions. After all, it's very cold up there; can you really be sure you have enough supplies? Just outside the Pokémon Center the morning you set out, there are large baskets full of supplies waiting for you - warm jackets and blankets, first-aid kits with medication that can be used on humans, and a few potions and the like for your Pokémon as well. There isn't any indication of who left them, just notes reading "For Our Visitors" tacked onto them. There's also something odd along with them - a box with a different note, written in flowery script. "I thought you might appreciate these. - Cynthia" As for what's inside...well, you'll have to open it and see. [OOC: Welcome to the end of Week 5! The box Cynthia left you contains one of your submitted material regains, whichever you decide that one regain to be! No NPC response will be given to this post, though you can thread here amongst yourselves if you wish; we'll see you tomorrow at noon with a new log for your further adventures!] |
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I guess. But most people don't wake up to it suddenly being 1964.
[At the question, he shakes his head.]
Nah. I don't think I could fit into this if I tried. Hat's still nice, though.
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[Michael's still got that weird wooden box he received open on his lap.]
Orrrrrr... [Grinning, he pulls this book out of it.]
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He got any tips on dealing with muscles making it hard to fit into anything?
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[Michael laughs and flips through it; he never did get a chance to actually read the thing.]
You need animal proteins to build muscle, don't you?
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It doesn't hurt, I don't think.
I don't eat like that anymore, though. I haven't in a couple years.
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[If you think Michael has enough consideration for others to notice, unprompted, the dietary restrictions of people he's been traveling with for like a month then I don't know what to tell you]
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I don't eat meat.
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Oh, no? Is that some sort of...moral thing?
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[He shrugs.]
When you start raising animals, eating meat loses its appeal.
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...I'll take your word for it.
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Never heard of vegetarianism before, huh?
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[Fair enough. Bucky doesn't look too bothered either way.]
It just felt kinda weird eating the same animals I was keeping as pets. After a while, it was easier just to give it up completely. I don't have a problem with milk and eggs, though.
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Oh! It's like not wanting humans to be tortured anymore after you make friends with some!
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Yeah, something like that.