Departure.

[azumods]

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!]

Comments

[hyruglyphics]

[ ... Well that sure is a book of some sort? Morag looks more shaken than she usually does, and while she doesn't really know her that well, Zelda is curious about what the other has on her and uh -

Should she... talk to her...

Maybe...? ]

Is it something odd, Morag?

[radiantflame]

[Her grip on the book tightens and she lets out a low grunt.]

This... this is not mine. It belongs to a dear friend. It shouldn't be here.

[hyruglyphics]

[ Huh.

... Then does that mean the friend is with Team Galactic? But then, how did Cynthia even know...? They could have been sorted with labels for them...?

She... Mmm. ]

I see. [ Man. ] I am sorry your own gift was so unsettling.

[radiantflame]

It's not your fault.

[She quickly tucks the diary into one of her bags and tries to regain her composure. It feels strange to have someone feel sorry for her.]

I will... get to the bottom of this in time. There's no use fretting over it.

[hyruglyphics]

[ Well, one can't always help but fret about something...? That said, she crosses her hands together and she nods. ]

It isn't, but sympathy does not require it to be my fault. [ Mmm ] After all, it does ask many more questions.