PARADISA

[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.))

[spring has sprung, hooray! in celebration of all this lovely weather, Kermit is finally going to get to use the Christmas present that the castle so kindly granted to him --

-- so anyone between Cair Paradisa and anywhere in town is likely to see a somewhat strange sight, this afternoon: a frog on a yellow bicycle. he's got a nice picnic lunch tucked into the basket, along with his journal, and is humming idly to himself as he pedals]


Gee, what a nice day for a ride, hmmm... does anyone else here have a bicycle?

[anyone with their journals open will find little crumbs of chocolate on the page.

and occasionally a little ... oh ew, is that a bug leg?

have the sound of a frog dictating with vaguely less-than-perfect table manners]

Golly, I --

[gulp. rummage]

-- I don't know who my secret admirer was, but ... whoever you are?! Thanks a lot for these chocolates, they're terrific! ... Could do without the millipede though.

Simba, you should come by my room, I'll give you a few ...!