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.))

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[bonniewitch]

[Bonnie was getting used to being here and seeing all of the different Pokemon. She had grown rather fond of Litwick who was with her today as she headed down to the lobby to take a look around.

Without warning, Litwick piped up and started to walk towards another Pokemon, looking pretty excited.]

Hey! Where are you going?

[She followed after the creature, coming to a stop in front of one that resembled a frog.]

Oh, hi. I didn't see you there.

[doublethefun]

[she's been getting by by looking coolly imperious and by acting like she belonged wherever she happened to be at the moment. Also it helps that she's big and on fire.

Trotting on over!]

Kermit?

[flailingfelt]

[uh oh. this one's on FIRE. Kermit tries his best not to look panicked, but blurps out a "look, I really don't want to fight anyone"]

Poli. P-politoed.

[he drops the pencil and holds up his stubby, mostly useless little hands]

[flailingfelt]

Luna! ... Oh boy, Luna, am I glad to see you. People keep trying to catch me and fight me and put me in those little balls and --

-- and this is NOT FUN, Luna.

[bonniewitch]

It's okay little guy. [her expression softens when she sees how he reacts, reaching down to carefully pick up Litwick.]

We're not here to hurt you. I was just coming after my pokemon here.

[doublethefun]

[oh no! D:

She lies down next to him.]

I am sorry to hear that. Hast thou attempted to follow a human resident? The human natives are inclined to leave thee be if they believe thou belongest to somepony else.

[sameteam]

[Sam's got his own pokeball and man he's ready to go this time. He's had a couple abortive attempts in the past day or so but this time, man. So he's slowly approaching, watching Kermit carefully. This isn't one he's seen around too much so maybe he should ask for help--- nah. He'll just jump out and toss the pokeball Kermit's way.

Because that's how this works, right?]

Threadjack ;P

[is0latedthinker]

[Alan is a little further behind Sam because there's no way he's letting the little boy run off by himself, especially in a world he doesn't know everything about, where Pokemon can attack him. Even if he's got his own Pokemon as protection.

He's just watching. He hasn't seen this frog Pokemon before, and Sam wants to catch it. But it's in the hotel lobby - doesn't that mean it has an owner? Can you even catch other people's Pokemon? It's too late to warn Sam against it, as the ball's already been thrown.

Alan grimaces. This is not a very good idea, Sam!]

[flailingfelt]

[well, that's a relief, and his shoulders sag in indication of the fact.]

Tooooed.

[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.

YAY TRONCAST.

[flailingfelt]

[Kermit's a little tired from running from everyone else's Pokemon, and so when the ball opens and starts to pull him in, he doesn't notice right away.

by the time he does notice, he lets out a little distressed croak -]

POLI--!

[and ssssccccckoomp. Gotcha! Politoed was caught! Would you like to give a name to your captured Pokemon?]

[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.]

[bonniewitch]

[she crouches down to his level.]

What's your name?

\o/ you get the whole family!

[sameteam]

Alan, look, I caught it! [Sam grins excitedly at the pokeball actually working. Kind of unexpected but he grins up at Alan. Oh gosh, naming his new pokemon. Logically, the first answer that comes out of his mouth is,] I'm going to name it Tron.

[It's the best name and he's still pretty fixated on the whole idea of the Grid, so. Still, he's not about to let his new pokemon be trapped in the pokeball for long, so he opens it and eagerly sits next to it.]

[flailingfelt]

[he picks up the pencil again and makes an attempt.

it's ... not too legible, but that MIGHT be a K]

[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.

[flailingfelt]

[and out pops Kermit, looking very dazed, since that was his first trip into a Pokeball.

he's not entirely sure what in the HEY just happened to him, so he's a little shellshocked.]

[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.

[bonniewitch]

[she inspects the letter that he wrote.]

Okay, so I'm guessing it begins with a 'K'. I'm Bonnie and this is Litwick.

[the Litwick waves excitedly.] Do you need help?

[flailingfelt]

[he nods, repeatedly] Politoed, toed.

[flailingfelt]

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

[bonniewitch]

Okay. [There's a brief pause.] What do you need me to do?