edgewater | Bottlecap Bay Inbox

[ As usual, Courier Six is out on his mail route. His patrol, back in town. He does it daily, whenever he can, to help keep some sort of routine. It helps him keep his head a little straight.

And it helps him keep an eye on whatever Pokemon have just arrived. Though, as he sees the Tinkaton, there's a bit of a pause. ] ...Parvati?

[ It's said a little awkwardly, as if he's questioning if that's her name, if she's here. ]

[ Honestly, what luck that he managed to run into a complete stranger looking at the same quest as him at the same time. Even better that she seems new and enthusiastic, the perfect opportunity to keep himself focused on mentoring and not talk about last month's shenanigans. ]

Alright, Parvati. Here's the plan.

[ He keeps himself low to the ground as they approach the haunted garden patch, almost like a real dog on a hunt. ]

I'll use Roar to scare them out of hiding, then jump in with a Discharge. That's a widespread move, so stay back to not get hit. Then we can clean up any stragglers with that.

[ He motions his snout toward that hammer of hers. Quite the ideal weapon for smashing gourds, honestly. His tail swishes as he readies for the fight. ] And don't worry. I'll watch your back, so just do what feels natural, okay? [ What better way to initiate a newbie than some real fighting, after all. ]

[On the whole, October was a complete bust. On top of whatever was happening (and is still happening) with Siffrin, now Noelle won't talk to her either, to say nothing of Conrad being added to her ever expanding list of friends snatched away by sudden, inexplicable comas. As if the morose days and restless nights weren't mortifying enough, she couldn't even muster the will to distract herself with quests as she often did. The best she can manage is finding a high place to languish and make crafts about it.

Perched on a rooftop in town, she tries to practice with a bit of crochet—but it seems she can't even do that right. She's barely started when her weary brain starts to wander, then inevitably shuts down. Hours pass in an instant; when awareness returns to her, startling her out of a now familiar trance, she finds that her hands have decided upon and finished the project without her.

It's a Pikachu, because of course it is. How could she have expected anything different?

It's round and all too chuck-able, mocking her with its tiny, stitched-on smile. A murderous impulse shoots through her; with a sharp hiss, she winds back her arm and throws. Halfway through the action, she regrets it (partly because she knows there are other Pokémon wandering the streets below and partly because the thought of inflicting harm on a Pikachu—even a yarn one—fills her with instinctual despair) and tries to pull her arm back, but it's already too late. The Pikachu is gone, sailing past the edge of the roof and tumbling down onto the street below.

From Parvati's point of view, she's just minding her own business and going about her day when a small, crocheted Pikachu doll drops right in front of her, delicately descended like a Pokéangel from Pokéheaven. It might even drop directly into her hands if her reaction speed is good enough.

Should she look up to search for its point of origin, she'll spot a black shape peering down from the nearby rooftop—something catlike and stiff, with pointed ears standing straight up in alarm. It almost resembles a plush toy—until it moves, pinning its ears back before it disappears from view, scurrying away from the roof's edge.]

[ It is an unusual day.

Because Perrin - Courier Six - is up early. And he is beginning to clear a space - he often has clear space, but this seems to be intentional, as he lets out a huff, before reorganizing the space again. ] No, that's th'Morpeko walkway... that'd be fucked up...

action;

geistly behavior (early oct)

action, backdated to early November

sourdough time