Week 8.
WEEK 8 Snowpoint City remains as cold and unforgiving as ever, through no fault of its residents. The city itself doesn't seem to see much change in the passing days; there's something you'll all become rather aware of on Sunday as the day goes on, and after so long with no incidents along those lines it's likely an unpleasant thing to deal with. There's also the fact that the changes to the world seem to be slowing; though the one alteration that's immediately obvious is a major one, it seems that things may be beginning to stagnate again. Will there be a slip back into apathy again, if this continues? Or will the changes you've affected already continue to hold? Only time will tell, really. That doesn't mean that nothing has changed, however - thankfully enough, the slugs seem to be settling. Or...well, more accurately, once in a while they stop huffing at each other long enough to drive up piles of snow with their heads and stare at them like they're trying to work out what they're attempting to create, but at least it's a collaborative effort. Are they attempting diplomacy? It's difficult to tell; after all, they are just slugs. But at least there seems to be a little less open hostility. Improvement...? Perhaps. The local ghost Pokémon also seem to have taken an interest in you lately, though precisely...how is a little mixed. They don't seem overly mischievous or malicious - they seem about as odd as the rest of the wild Pokémon in the region - but they do seem more inherently trusting of you and your traveling group. They've taken to following you from time to time, and taking a general vague interest in what you're doing. So that's...new. POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY [OOC: Welcome to week eight of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend.] |
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[Since Emmeryn's finding herself somewhere to sit, Duma plops himself down butt-first in the middle of the ongoing game so he can figure out what's going on here. Yes this is very simple, but Duma's about as dumb as a sack of bricks. Game? Play? Play???]
Is that so? What a treat. Tea is a small comfort, but a reliable one. [almost a little conspiratorially:] I know it isn't the best use of space, but I brought along quite a few different kinds—teas to recover, teas to rejuvenate. You are welcome to share my supplies anytime.
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Meanwhile, Michael rocks forward a little himself; he is always here to be conspiratorial.]
I can't really judge you on use of space. Look at what I'm wearing. [Michael's aware on some level that continuing to wear these suits is not, maybe, the most practical decision.] To be honest, I don't know a lot about them. My friend who introduced me, she mostly cared about how fancy and expensive the blend was.
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Oh, I understand. [she only started wearing actual pants like two weeks ago, and they aren't hiking so she is right back to nice dresses... we're living and dying and overpacking for the #aesthetic out here.] Someone of refined tastes, hm? Most of the time, any knowledge more than what tastes sweetest just makes for fun trivia... Well, once in a while, these things happen and it comes in handy.
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That's a nice way of putting it. [Nicer than he'd have been.] She'd die if she were here. I never got very into any non-alcoholic human drinks, but I like tea better than coffee. Coffee's just a vehicle for caffeine, and it's not like I have to put in late nights anymore.