003 ⟡ MAY TEST DRIVE

[bayhelpers]

⋆✩ test drive 03 ✩⋆

The day begins like any other.

Routines, eventful scenes, and boring errands — no matter what you were in the middle of, there's a moment where everything begins to feel wrong. A searing pain tears through your body, so intense that it feels like every nerve has been struck at once. Muscles spasm, joints scream in protest, and as you double over, you find yourself clawing or clinging at anything within your reach. As your attempts to maintain composure fail you, your bones begin to twist with an agonizing force, the pain rising in a crescendo until it becomes unbearable to even breathe. Then, as quickly as it began, everything stops.

For a single, terrifying moment, there's nothing. No sight, no sound, no touch, no taste, no smell — just the weight of nothingness swallowing you whole. The absence of sensation might even be worse than the pain, leaving you adrift in a void you can't escape. Hopelessness threatens every fiber of your existence, and try as you might to fight it, your darkest thoughts begin to surface, flooding your mind in an onslaught of suffocating feelings and ideas.

In the darkness, you hear a voice.

It's faint, a gentle flashing of something warm along the edges of your mind, like sunlight itself. It's a voice, but you can't identify who or what it comes from, how it sounds, or what it means — still, you know it's directed at you. Something tugs at your heart, a powerful ache that throbs once and ripples outwards. You can feel the aches again, like fresh sores throughout your body. You feel off, like something isn't quite right, like you're not where you should be, or who you should be. But the voice continues, whispered just beyond your understanding. The sound is warm like hope, and it wraps around you, distant yet intent, before you wake up.

i. arrivals

FROM TUNNELS DEEP

The scent of must meets your nostrils, perhaps more strongly than it normally would. To open your eyes is to meet the dark — though if you're fortunate it could be that something about this new body, or perhaps the body of another, leaves some faint illumination to see by. Either way it soon becomes clear that where you are is somewhere underground. They are deep and sprawling tunnels, with corners of some unknown civilization storied away in their many carvings and ruined pottery. Portions of the cavern walls even bear the appearance of old structures and dwellings, as if the earth itself swallowed a city whole.

Trickling through the tunnels in quiet streams are tendrils of fog. It's difficult to see, but not in the least hard to feel. The mist is damp and cloying, clinging to every inch it finds on you to the point that it seems to grasp at the very soul; and the longer one lets it have its way, the worst it feels. You begin to question your body. Your mind. Your very memories — are they really yours?

Staying underground may be unwise anyway. Diglett and Dugtrio soon make themselves known to the weary arrivals here, and unlike these newcomers they have had far too long to succumb to the mist. They will attack without hesitation, and the only options are to fight or flee above ground.

The forest above unfortunately is not much better. The fog here is thick, even if some light somehow makes its way through the canopy above. What could have once been helpful landmarks become sources of dizzying misunderstanding, and the gnarled trees seem to move when no one watches. Rescuers from the city will have their work cut out for them once it becomes clear how many could be stranded out there, and time will be of the essence. The sooner that these wanderers can be brought to the clinic to be treated, the better!

CAUGHT IN THE BRAIN FOG

⟡ While the fog does not cause illness specifically, it is still incredibly dangerous to spend extended periods of time within it. Disorientation, hallucination, as well as mental and physical dysphoria are all symptoms noted from the fog and it is vital to remove oneself from its presence. Fortunately, the symptoms fade quickly once exposure ends.

⟡ The severity of the above varies; characters may feel that time is moving too quickly, or simply become incredibly aware of their inhuman limbs. Players may increase or decrease symptoms as they desire, at this time.

⟡ In addition to the above symptoms, memories become scattered across characters in the fog. The longer one remains within it, the more memory they lose to it — and the more foreign memories they gain. Players are encouraged to offer memories within their top-levels for others to use, but unlike other symptoms, characters need to come in contact with the memory's source to be free of them.

⟡ As many within Bottlecap Bay can guess, the location of all of this is the Southern Forest; which means all the dangers discovered in earlier quests apply. In addition to the disorienting fog, this particular branch of forest is rife with time and space distortions, making it difficult to navigate safely through.

ii. under the weather

RAIN RAIN, GO AWAY

The first thing anyone will notice as the month of May truly sets in, is the rain. Light or heavy, sunny or cloudy, a near constant rain pours down upon Bottlecap Bay and its surrounding areas. There's no escaping it; it pours, and it pours, and it pours ever long, until it becomes impossible to do even basic tasks outside one's dwelling without getting soaked to the bone.

While it's not unusual to receive rain at this time of the year, the amount of rain is unnatural according to the Guild Leaders. To ensure no one suffers any more than they already have, all three are quick to open their doors to these new Pokemon in their midst. Or at least, they're quick to offer other foreigner's doors. Pokemon who originated from other worlds soon find themselves with new bunkmates and housemates, and with the rain as bad as it is there’s no good way to refuse.

It's best to remain in similar company after all, and until there’s time to sort out who fits where, it’s all these newcomers have.

RAIN CHECK

⟡ Though the epidemic from earlier in the year has now passed over, Dr. Denne does not let his guard down. New pokemon are herded to the clinic for mandatory check-ups, to be absolutely safe. The clinic will house pokemon exhibiting any sign of illness, but otherwise send them off to rest in their temporarily assigned housing.

⟡ Unfortunately, many of the offered Guild rooms belong to those recently admitted into the fold. At these lower tiers, rooms are often exposed to incoming water. Rain causes floods to rise up within Oran Guild, bringing at least an inch of rainwater along the shared ground. In the Cheri Guild, it pours between leaves and over walls during particularly stormy weather. The only guild with surefire methods to avoid the rain is Lum Guild; all of these buildings are fully enclosed.

⟡ Even if Pokemon are able to avoid getting wet while sleeping, this won’t spare them when they go outside; it is at minimum drizzling at all times for the rest of the month.

THE WATER CYCLE

While Pokemon begin to settle into their new lives at Bottlecap Bay, the rain continues to fall. On some days it’s harder — hard enough to bring sheets thick enough to blot vision, sharp enough to leave unprotected pelts stinging for minutes after retreating inside. Thunder booms, and lightning flashes, a clear message to all within the city when they see it. These storms are bad. Dangerous. And the danger is in more than just the weather itself.

At first the signs are subtle. Those same symptoms from the forest can be felt, lasting only as long as a Pokemon is damp from the downpour outside. Even the gentle drizzle causes absent thoughts, an empty mind staring into the distant grey skies as you forget.

Staring longer still, as you remember. But is what you're remembering actually yours? Something about the concentration of forest mist in the form of raindrops changes the effects as the days go by. The body and mind rebel against what it knows doesn't belong, and it finally comes bursting out with a shout! Those memories you've seen, they aren't yours! They're someone else's!

And the world needs to hear it!

STORMY MOODS

⟡ After May 10th, the rain for the rest of the month is constant. Severity of the downpour is up to the player to decide, but it never stops drizzling at the least.

⟡ While symptoms from earlier prompts can still be in effect, additional consequences are caused by the rain. Light drizzle carries lighter memories; happier thoughts, caring moments. Pokemon capturing these from the rain are drawn to quietly whisper their opinions on such memories, and can pass them to the original owner in this way. Raging storms bring the opposite; Pokemon will inherit despairing, or wrathful memories from another in the rain, and feel compelled to instead shout their opinions to cast the memory aside.

⟡ Despite the above, Pokemon do not need to pass the memory to their original owner to get rid of them. NPCs can be used as well, and it can be assumed the memory eventually made its way home.

⟡ Side effects of the rain carry over into any puddles formed. Sleeping while soaked in water will cause effects to manifest as sleep-talk, and potentially affect their dreams.

iii. the archives

RECORDS KEEPING

The longer the rainfall persists, the more clear it is that staying outside is unwise. Not only is it dangerous to non-water type Pokemon's health for the most part, but the full scope of side effects only increase the risks. After one too many shouting matches caused by vitriolic memories, Polteageist offers a simple but beneficial solution. The doors of the archives are opened up, as senior members in the Lum Guild offer up their time as temporary librarians.

Polteageist's solution is as follows; instead of training their bodies out in the rain, everyone will be training their brains. There have been many questions raised over the last number of weeks, and now is the time for everyone to investigate the mysteries. Entering the Archives means entering a building of clear splendor, filled with couches and beanbags for sitting and beautiful flowers and plants to accentuate the green hues within the halls. The shelves are well stocked with records kept on stone tablets, and the additional guides within the guild are eager to help everyone find what they're looking for.

The illustrious leader of the Lum Berries is well aware however, that not everyone is willing to spend all their time reading. As it would be counterproductive to expect anyone to sit twiddling their thumbs (or tails, or ears) he has thus arranged for a few of the archive meeting rooms to host additional activities. They are simple things; there's classes on recording writings properly in clay before firing, minor history lessons where newly arrived Pokemon can share in what many others already know, and even community building exercises. They're nothing like the escape rooms organized during the last two months, but they're good for passing the time.

And eventually, the rain will hopefully calm down. A few skilled Psychic Pokemon are offering their services to keep others dry until then however, at least so that everyone can get home safely.

SHUSH!

⟡ The Archives, while acting as the base of operations for the Lum Berries Guild, additionally acts as a library. Players are encouraged to come up with their own available texts within these halls, but should keep in mind that not all knowledge is publically available. If a player is unsure about whether or not something can be easily accessed, please comment about the topic under questions.

⟡ Examples of available topics include general folk tales and fairy tales (with examples given here), as well as non-fiction matters such as pokemon types, species, and moves. As a note, paradox pokemon and canonically synthetic pokemon such as Type: Null are not included.

⟡ The history of Bottlecap Bay is no different from what is noted within the game's premise; guild members teaching the history will explain that the settlement came about when a number of Pokemon escaped from human lands, seeking refuge where no humans could be found.

⟡ Players may be creative with team building exercises, provided they would not cause damage to their surroundings; examples include bonding activities such as 'two truths and a lie', '20 Questions', and even scavenger hunts within the public Archive limits. The focus is always upon getting to know one another.

✩ OOC NOTES.

⟡ TDM CWS: body horror, disorientation, hallucinations, dysphoria

⟡ TDMs are game canon and act as events for the month they are posted.

⟡ New characters can link to their top level beneath the NEWBIE DIRECTORY

⟡ All new arrivals are not assigned to any one guild. However, if they participate in the Archive's bonding activities, they may receive a unique reward.

⟡ Remember that at least one thread for your application must come from the TDM! There is no comment minimum, but we will be looking for engagement, as well as for players and characters who take the time to delve into things like character thoughts, emotions, morality, and other deep themes. Take this time to engage with the setting as you would in game!

⟡ As a reminder, reserves and applications are permanently opened. Please see their respective pages for details on processing time.

⟡ Have any questions related to the TDM? Ask here! If your question is more general for the game, please make sure to direct it to the FAQ page instead. Thank you, and happy threading!

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Emporio Alniño | JJBA: Stone Ocean | Old Character (Cubone, No Helmet)

[seacub]

[FROM TUNNELS TO THE DOCTOR]

[Emporio doesn't go out to the Southern Forest. It's not like he's scared or anything (he's totally not), he just doesn't think he'll be as helpful there as others can be.

So, while various Pokemon set off to help rescue any stragglers in the woods, Emporio instead takes his place in the Clinic with Dr. Denne to do what little help he can. Handling intake records, delivering basic medications, checking in on people's health. So on, so forth.

Intake is especially important right now though, as this whole matter of people arriving from other realities is becoming uncomfortably common- and with a few having fallen into deep sleeps or even comas, there's a need to keep track of details.] Okay...

I need your name, and...some basic information. How familiar you feel with your body and surroundings, that kind of thing.

[RAIN CHECK]

[Rain- or showers, at least- are not especially dire for Emporio if he plays his cards correctly. While ground types are of course weak to water, he does still have to get clean somehow, and hydrate somehow, and it's clear that fresh and clean water doesn't leave as hard a mark on him. He still has to be more careful about it, but it's fine.

That all means that the incoming downpour has been particularly troubling for Emporio though, so when Anasui presents him with a little rain poncho he purchased, the cubone is more than elated.

He wishes he could feel as elated about everything else, though. Specifically, about the state of his small home, which has now abruptly gained...bonus occupants.

Temporarily of course. But with Anasui clambering in there every night to stay near, it's a bit more like a sardine can.] Uhhh...

[Still, he's gonna attempt to be a good host.] So...is everything comfortable?

[STORMY MOODS]

[[OOC - This prompt will vary according to who tags in; either tag in with an empty tag and a header specifying a Light or Dark memory (and if you're comfortable with spoilers for Emporio's canon), OR you can tag outright with a memory Emporio receives from your character. Enjoy, and feel free to contact me at discord (@ usagisquared) or plurk (usagisquared) if you want to plan things with more detail!]]

[THE ARCHIVES GUIDE]

[As a member of the Lum Guild, Emporio naturally gets to pull a few shifts as a voluntary 'Librarian' for the Archives. He hasn't read everything in the public Archives of course- beyond the fact that no pokemon save Polteageist likely has, he's only been here so long and he's only really focused on a small section of the library.

But he's damn good at showing people around that particular section, and so he gestures to a shelf of clay tablets.] ...and these ones here focus on different species of Pokemon. General things- what most prefer for their habitats, their diets, and so on. It's really useful in learning to adapt.

[He says, keeping his cubone helmet Off, and strapped to his back like a weird bag.]

[RECORDS MAKING]

[All work and no play makes Emporio a very shut-in child, so the cubone is more often than not hunted down and convinced into one of the meeting rooms to participate in a few socializing activities. He's not the best at them, but that's more because of a lack of worldly experience and his own social awkwardness, than any true unwillingness. Which is good, because he can't imagine anyone would be thrilled if he dug his heels in on anything.

This current game is at least interesting, though, and he thinks he might have it in the bag. Which is a mean thought to have, but well-]

Never have I ever...gone to school.

[In his defense, it's Really easy.]

RECORDS MAKING

[shotinhead]

That makes two of us.

[ Said with a bit of a quietness to his voice. ] Don't think where I learned counts as a school.

jumpscared by the icons despite knowing you finished those, screams

[seacub]

No?

[As one who didn't really get Any learning, he's admittedly curious.]

What'd you learn from then?

I just read a bunch.

[shotinhead]

[ A shrug. ] Community taught me in Vale, then Nana and Mama taught me right. [ That is. Very Vague. ]

[seacub]

[That's so vague. So, so vague.]

...But Vale wasn't a school?

[he's lost!]

from tunnels to the doctor

[diefornothing]

Dio Brando. I was a human male, from England. I feel... normal, I think. I'm not sure how long it should take to get accustomed to the wings.

[His right wing is injured - if it wasn't, he probably would have avoided coming in. But he's sitting through this patiently, not giving any sign of how annoyed he is that he can't just drain someone's blood to heal back up, and leave.]

[seacub]

[Emporio just nods a bit, jotting a few things down... ...No one tell this guy about Leech Life, anyway-]

...Huh. Your name means 'god'?

[Maybe he's got Italian ancestry??? No wait his last name's Brando, that can't be right...]

Right, that's not important. Describe any symptoms and injuries you know, or even think you have please. The fog has hallucinatory properties, and until recently, there was also a risk of a potentially fatal disease in the woods.

[diefornothing]

Yes... although given my family's education, I'm not sure my parents knew that.

[He feigns some discomfort with it - in reality, he adores any excuse to hear his name.]

Something bit my wing while I was in the tunnels... and... I'm embarrassed to say it, but I felt a fair amount of bloodlust while I was down there, as if something was in the air driving me to attack. I'm not sure what came over me.

[seacub]

[An interested- in the sense of picking up some interesting trivia- hum.] Fair enough, [He says, with little thought about education Or parents for that matter.

A bit more scribbling though.

He does look up at the last bit though.] Oh-

Yeah, that can happen...that's not related to the sickness, so there's good news for you at least there, [Emporio assures, coming down from his little chair and reception desk to grab at some supplies. He can probably handle a bite wound before ferrying the other to a bed, honestly.] But that's actually pretty typical for Pokemon out there.

Pokemon in the city have their senses. Pokemon out there... ...tend to be confused. ...Which has probably helped some of the morals for anyone who needs to eat meat if I think about it...

[Don't mind that bit. Anyway, he's going to get those bandages and antiseptic ready and oh he sounds like a wee child and sure is closer in size than should be allowed.]

Did you end up biting anything weird?

[Listen, that Too is probably important.]

Record Making

[firealone]

[Firepaw's whiskers twitch with amusement - he hasn't been to school either, so this might not be as easy as Emporio assumed.]

Never have I ever... ummm... eaten cow meat.

[He has to really struggle to find something that's relevant to non-cats.]

[seacub]

[listen here you little shit-

Well, Emporio thinks about this.

And then concedes, taking an apple slice.]

...I've probably gotten hamburger meat, yeah. It's hard to gauge since I always had to sneak the leftovers from the cafeteria.

[And also the trash, also the trash.]

[firealone]

What are leftovers?

[The gaps in his knowledge are truly a modern wonder, especially after a few months around people. He's picked up a lot of human words, but sometimes there's just no reason for him to have learned it yet.]

[seacub]

Left over food.

Cafeterias cook things in bulk, so what's left behind is either tossed, or stored in the fridge for later.

FROM TUNNELS TO THE DOCTOR

[technusrulez]

[Technus is uninjured, but he seems dazed and keeps squinting his eyes closed.]

NICOLAI TECHNUS, BORN 1900, DIED 1977. ...I WANT TO SIT DOWN. I CANNOT SIT DOWN. AND MY ARMS ARE WRONG.

ARE WE DOUBLE-DEAD?

TECHNUS!!!! -POINTS, YELLS EXCITEDLY-

[seacub]

[Oh neat, a real ghost.] Huh.

I grew up in a ghost room, but I never actually got to see a real ghost...

[Oh, he does jump though.] Uh- we're not though, I was still alive when I... ...hm. It might be more complicated for me actually, but others were definitely alive, [the cubone ultimately says with a nod.]

Okay, limb trouble...I guess that makes sense, it looks like you're at least a ghost pokemon though?

[Emporio stares.] That or electric anyway... ...Are the lights bothering you though? You're squinting a lot.

[He'll introduce himself in a moment but he'd like to at least handle the lights if that's the case!]

YIPPEE SOMEONE RECOGNIZES MY SOURCE! :D hope you dont mind birth/death year hcs

[technusrulez]

YES! I AM AN ELECTRICAL GHOST! BEHOLD, I AM TECHNUS, MASTER OF ALL THINGS MECHANICAL!

[He does a dramatic midair twirl- then he droops a little, frowning.]

...AND I USUALLY WEAR SUNGLASSES.

Not at all! We make what they never gave us...

[seacub]

Cool! I had ghost computer in there...I was able to connect it to the wifi eventually, which was tricky since it was still an '84 model, but it was probably the best thing I had in there...

[They're both in for a ride when Emporio explains the indestructibility of ghost objects making this more impressive.

But anyway.] I'm Emporio Alniño. Most of what you've told me probably won't mean you have to stay at the clinic long but...

[He starts rooting around for something under the desk.] I might have something here to stand in for sunglasses...

stormy moods (i'll take uuuh one dark and sad please)

[dunchies]

[ Emporio may not have gone to school, but that leaves just enough room for one memory to make its way to him. Visions of classrooms and hallways peek through the rain. A group of boys surrounds him again, pushing him back and forth between each other until he finally hits the ground hard. His books and papers scatter across the floor, and wild laughter fills the air. Oops, they say through crooked smiles, but he gives them nothing, focused only on reaching for the journal in front of him.

One kicks him back when he gets too close, and another snatches it up and away. What a freak, they call him, jeering at his notes and drawings before ripping at the pages and tossing the scraps in his face. The sound is enough to make his ears burn, but with no other reaction elicited, they eventually leave him to pick up the pieces, all alone.

Laios, for what it's worth, is running back toward the Archives, caught in a sudden storm and none the wiser. ]

u rolled for the literal worst one oh no SPOILERS FOR THE ABSOLUTE END SERIES BELOW

[seacub]

[[OOC - ALSO...CW: blood, attempted murder of a child, oxygen poisoning, and DEATH!]]

[Emporio's flickering thought is rather nice, compared to what briefly flew out of his head. 'Oh,' he finds himself saying aloud, smiling at first but then slowly frowning. What he's seeing...feels more like what he's seen on glances at the television in the prison. Bits and snaps of schoolyard bullying, which never feel any better despite the obvious cliche. Rude. Cruel.

...

Laios sees something far worse.

The feeling of burning lungs and fragile limbs. Evidence of a rapid run for one's life, slowly burning into something more. A golem of clouds hovers at the side, mirroring the fragility.

The stubborn, desperate need to keep going.

WHAT DID YOU DO demands the voice of the man- the adult- the Priest, who has collapsed now through the piano in this spectacular room, this place that once represented sanctuary and safety of the ultimate sort. All the books lining the walls, the plush carpet beneath...

None of it matters.

'...The most deadly poison on the planet is the air we breathe,' speaks a voice from one's own throat.

'I read it in a book once.'

That voice from the self explains- in detail, what the poison is now doing. As the man across snarls and screams insolence. As the poison takes effect faster on him, for time itself revolves faster around him. As the Priest snarls that his assailant knows nothing of heaven, of what he's doing, if he would just die, so that everything can go as planned.

It hardens one's resolve.

Fingers, gripping carpet fibers. Feeling the sensation of flesh beneath palm as the cloudy golem strikes, punches, claws at the face with renewed strength, this man, this priest, mother, you killed my mother-

The final blow punches through a skull.

Everything begins to melt toward the focal point that is the corpse. As time continues to accelerate. As everything disappears. As the world grows black-

Familiarly so.

This is how it now feels, from here, to have arrived in the Bay after all.]

HA HA HA WOW JACKPOT immediately collapses into a puddle (tw gore and violence)

[dunchies]

[ Laios collapses mid-step, heavy rain pelting hard against his skin as he struggles against his own body. How long has it been since he felt so small?

But this time is different. Childhood bullies give way to a holy man, so righteous in his violent path to salvation. No monster could be this cruel, this calculating; they come as they are, hideous and hungry and horrible. Humans wrap their vicious nature beneath a veneer of civility, of pretension. But even a man of the faith can fall back on baring their teeth when cornered. The act of breathing is a labor in it of itself, but he can't help but scoff at the irony. For what is a human, if not the worst beast of all?

He digs his paws deep in the dirt, the grass as plush as carpet. His heart races as he watches, unmoving. The crunch of bone and splatter of blood fill him with a sense of retribution he had almost forgotten. For her. He snarls at the roar of thunder overhead, sparks flying off him as feels the same pain he felt not so long ago. But there's no confusion this time, only anger.

Emporio's new memories begin to twist together reality and fantasy. Dreams of monster hoards storming through a village, hunting and devouring any human in their wake. Their jagged teeth sinks into flesh, pulling it from the bone as their sharp claws rip limbs from bodies. The screams of death don't seem to bother him at all. This is what he wanted. Imagination peels away to reveal drawings of the same creatures, all by him, and all hideous and hungry and horrible, but most of all, comforting. ]

aw shit dood- excuse me while i get fancy in here,

[seacub]

[that's not what i wanted

The memory twists. It was a specific person he wanted dead, and even then it was layered in a coating of desperate, desperate wrath. Of being prey, cornered at the very end. Of the fox, the ferret, in its den as the terrier crawls inside. It was one person he wanted gone.

Because of all this.

A body with his legs torn off from the knees.

You knew he was dead because his power faded, but you still went there, and fell to your own knees in silence at the sight, as if hoping beyond all hope that it wasn't true.

Bodies in the water- torn by hand- One through the chest, another, her arms cut from the elbows, another, his face split down the side through the eye and cranium alike all the way through to the back.

"Two steps too late."

aaaa....

"Go on. Shoot me so that you might die a martyr."

aaaa....AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

there can be no comfort in this

a creature of black and gold and silver a monster in all senses of the word but she's gone as well and you never saw how

monsters don't look like monsters

(what comfort can there be in creatures of fantastic being when they can't bring anything back)

...somewhere in the rain, a cubone curls into a ball, and weeps.]

Record Making

[dripdrive]

[Anasui is the opposite of Emporio, being actually unwilling, but has been 'strongly advised' to play nice and participate in these bonding activities. So he's off in the corner, leaning against the wall in what's likely a very familiar position to Emporio. He rolls his eyes.]

There's not even drinks involved with this. How do you even play 'Never have I ever' without drinks?

[seacub]

[While Emporio just chuckles, one of the other Pokemon at the table holds out a plate of apple slices. Crunchy Crunchy, big guy.]

I mean, I think even if they had drinks, they wouldn't want me to have them...

It's just a kid, we can't break out the mead for this!

Yeah, you want the 'fun' version you can come back in a few hours, I think Shuckle's bringing his own brew this time...

[Emporio just stares a bit, somewhat gobsmacked.

Another Pokemon says- 'Hey, you're up big guy.']

[dripdrive]

[Anasui rolls his eyes. However, he goes along with the insanity as usual and snaps the apple slice into his beak. At least the food is alright.]

I'll stick to just doing this once... [He grumbles. This was stupid. He knows the kid already. Why are they doing this?

However, not content to just let Emporio go away unscathed (unfed?), Anasui tries to take advantage of his knowledge. And honestly, trying to think of what what he's NOT done and Emporio HAS is near impossible. ...But not entirely.]

... Never have I ever flown a helicopter.

[seacub]

[Emporio looks at Anasui with a mock gasp. Everyone at the table has no idea what a Helicopter is.

Emporio takes an apple.]

A heli-what!?

That seemed targeted...

You used my dream against me... [Is all Emporio has to say, as he gives a laugh. He can't be mad about it, he kind of did the same thing with school- even Pokemon have those apparently.

Next up though-

'Never have I ever...slept in a cave?'] Ah.

[Second apple please.]