ninth dream

[flailingfelt]

[being a Pokemon is a very harrowing experience. he's been running away from hopeful trainers sicing their Pokemon on him ever since they hit land. but then Kermit remembered what Luna said about trying to make a sign. he can't wish for anything, so it takes him a few days' planning and thought to figure it out.

today, he's finally managed to follow a maid into a hotel room while she's cleaning, by posing as the occupant's Pokemon ... and grabbed a pad of hotel stationery and a pen in his mouth and booked it. now, out in the lobby, he plops down in a corner and attempts to write his note.

these little Politoed hands are not designed for writing. It's not going well.]

…… POLI. [see icon.]

((OOC: Come bother a not so wild Politoed! He's meant to be caught by Sam Flynn, but you can totally thread with him before it goes down.))

Comments

[flailingfelt]

I haven't, yet, no. [he sits down, leaning against her side. best Pokebros]

I'm trying that sign idea you mentioned on the ship, but writing is a lot harder than I thought it'd be with these stubby little fingers.

[doublethefun]

[we pokemon have to stick together!]

I can write a little using my mouth; unfortunately, I am severely out of practice in writing with such methods. [by a few thousand years, probably. Also Rapidash physiology is different from that of MLP ponies.]

[flailingfelt]

Well I guess that's not going to do much, then. ... Thanks for the idea, though, at least.

There's gotta be something we can do.

[doublethefun]

[so gosh darned dry:] Speech is out of reach, writing is a last resort, and body language can be misinterpreted. We may have to make do with smoke signals, Kermit.

[flailingfelt]

What if we got some other things and arranged them on the floor to make words?]