Week 1.

[azumods]

WEEK 1. As Cynthia had promised, the sun does indeed rise the next morning. Whether you slept or not (and sleeping inside the Pokémon Center you were in before seems totally fine by the attendant), it seems Cynthia kept her word; she left sometime shortly before sunrise, and you haven't been bothered by Team Galactic and those that work for it in the interim. It isn't advisable to return to the headquarters building, however. At least not for the time being. However, a new day does dawn, and with it comes the knowledge that you're in an unfamiliar city, completely on your own. There are several things to be done before you can leave: gathering supplies and provisions, finding maps, obtaining new clothes... Of course, your new "companions" are still with you, and they don't seem willing to leave your side; they'll follow you dutifully, but they still seem...wrong, horribly so, and it doesn't seem to be wearing off. Maybe if you work with them a little...? Try to talk to them, train them, teach them to do things... Who knows? It might do them some good. CURRENT LOCATION: VEILSTONE CITY POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week one 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. Don't forget that a write-up is due this weekend! Feel free to investigate the city as you see fit this week; we ask only that you try to stagger investigations and be mindful of what's already been checked. If you wish to investigate, notify the mods in your comment subject for your top-level and we'll get on it as soon as possible!]

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department store

[enjoymyatelier]

...

God, are you an American or something?

[AMERICANS ARE FUCKING WEIRDOS WHO WEAR SHORTS WHEN IT SNOWS OUT, RIGHT..........]

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[HEY. he's not wearing just shorts! Really!]

...Uh, I play American Football?

[Aha...ha.] But...no.

[enjoymyatelier]

Ah. The inferior variety that barely involves feet.

[you can hear the condescension dripping off his voice....]

Well, I suppose I know who to look to if we ever need to break a door down.

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

I...inferior?

[Sena scowls a bit, but it's like staring down an angry puppy. He just doesn't look threatening at all.]

Huh...? But I'm not a lineman... [He's the runningback! You know, the speedy guy who nyooms around the field and tries not to get tackled?]

[enjoymyatelier]

...oh. You didn’t look like a hulking brute, so I should have guessed.

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[He's the exact opposite of a hulking brute, thank you. Although at this point he's not sure if this guy means that to be a good thing...]

I...know I don't look like the type of guy who'd normally play that kind of sport...

[enjoymyatelier]

Why didn't you go for the proper kind of football, anyway?

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[Rude. This reminds him a bit too much of that pompous Muro guy.]

I...kinda was forced into playing for the team. I mean, I was just looking to be the team secretary of the time, but Hiruma had other ideas...

[That memory...is still terrifying, honesty.]

But the more I played, the more I enjoyed it. And now I have teammates that I wouldn't betray for anything, so...even if I had the chance, I probably wouldn't go to the other football team now.

[The players there are club fund sucking jerks, anyway.]

[enjoymyatelier]

Ah.

So you've got Stockholm syndrome. That's very tragic for one so young.

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

Huh? Stackhouse...?

[No, child. Stockholm.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[enjoymyatelier]

No, Stockholm. It's named after a hostage situation in the city of the same name where the hostages became extremely fond of the people keeping them hostage.

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

...But I'm not being kept hostage?

[He Doesn't Get It.]

[enjoymyatelier]

Sure you aren't.

Whatever. Maybe you'll get it someday.

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[???]

Okay...?

[What does this dude have against amefuto anyway?]

[enjoymyatelier]

Well, I suppose if you're having fun with it now and there's nothing more pressing, it doesn't really matter. I don't get why the rest of the world doesn't call it an offshoot of rugby or something, though.

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

Um...yeah!

[Sena...thinks that this guy means it as a compliment? But he sounds so condescending...]

...Actually, my friend, he mistook the football for a rugby ball when we first met...

[You actually raise a good question, though. Why didn't they call this something other than amefuto...?]

[enjoymyatelier]

See? That's probably my biggest issue with the whole thing. I seem to remember hearing that your progress is measured to a certain extent between plays, but isn't it measured by yards and not feet? So aside from that, there's really no reason for it to be called "football."

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

Er...

[That's...true? But this is an American sport, and Americans are weird.]

There's a...kicker?

[Yeah, no. That doesn't work and he knows it.]

[enjoymyatelier]

...but most of the game is just running with the ball in your arms, isn't it?

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

...Er, passing plays a huge part too...

[He can't exactly deny it, though, considering he's the runningback. As in: the guy who runs.]

[enjoymyatelier]

Well, yes, but that’s throwing it to another person’s hands.

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

...and then they run with it.

[He sounds resigned. Okay, he gets it, you don't like amefuto. :T ]

[enjoymyatelier]

...on their feet.

...

Is that why?

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

...Is what why?

[He's lost the train of this conversation somewhere.]

[enjoymyatelier]

Why it's called football... because you run...