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bottlecaplogs2025-10-02 02:35 pm
pyrodulia) wrote in bottlecaplogs2025-10-02 02:35 pm
[Catchall] Settling In
Who: Agnes and You
What: The process of getting acclimated to a new body and a new world
When: October
Warnings: Mention of Agnes' canonical death (no details), discussion of gruesome use of human remains, cult activity, fire used to destroy important things.
She never actually put any milk in it. She never even drank it. She’d just take it over and sit there, staring out the window into the street for an hour or so, then stand up and leave. I’d go over to clear away her coffee. It was always scalding hot.
The way she always used to order the coffee, it always sounded like she was enjoying it. The order, I mean. Like the phrase “one black coffee with room for milk” was a delightfully novel thing for her to say.
1. Coffee
There was a cafe back home, the Canyon Cafe. Agnes started visiting in 1991, and she was certain that the staff noticed she didn't seem to age a day between then and 2006, when she...before she arrived here in Bottlecap Bay. She'd gotten into a habit, ordering a black coffee with enough room for milk, and then setting with the cup and not drinking a drop. It was the normalcy of the act of ordering she craved.
Here, though, adjustments need to be made. As a Ninetales (what a silly name), she can't exactly hold a mug, so the coffee is prepared and put into a shallow bowl for her. And as a Ninetales, rather than what she was before, she can actually drink it.
She's surprised, with the first sip, exactly how bitter it is. In fact, the look on her face might be comedic for onlookers. There is absolutely sputtering happening, and her tails all standing up straight like a row of exclamation marks.
2. Canopy
For some reason, Rimbombee went out of his way to ensure that Agnes's living quarters up in the Canopy are water-resistant, if not completely impervious to rain, making her more comfortable than some of the other Cheri Berries. In the meantime, though, she can be found exploring the Canopy as a whole or bringing messages from those standing watch to the main building.
There's a restlessness to her that's obvious if you watch her for long. But that restlessness was one she had since she was anchored by Gertrude Robinson. Then, she existed unable to fulfill her purpose. Here and now, she doesn't know what her purpose is.
If you're around the Canopy, perhaps this is a good time to meet the new recruit? After all, she's fully herself instead of Froslass's pet bitch now.
3. Chitin
Agnes has no issues with bugs, in the abstract. But the first time she sees a spider web bridging the gap from the branch of a tree to its trunk, her response is more than a little 'kill it with fire'. Which is especially dangerous considering she's capable of launching a Flamethrower without even thinking about it.
And now the tree's on fire, and the Joltik whose web she just immolated is very upset. Someone should do something about that. Like, now.
4. Wildcard
Catch me on darkersolstice, wherever you get your social media, to plot.
What: The process of getting acclimated to a new body and a new world
When: October
Warnings: Mention of Agnes' canonical death (no details), discussion of gruesome use of human remains, cult activity, fire used to destroy important things.
She never actually put any milk in it. She never even drank it. She’d just take it over and sit there, staring out the window into the street for an hour or so, then stand up and leave. I’d go over to clear away her coffee. It was always scalding hot.
The way she always used to order the coffee, it always sounded like she was enjoying it. The order, I mean. Like the phrase “one black coffee with room for milk” was a delightfully novel thing for her to say.
1. Coffee
There was a cafe back home, the Canyon Cafe. Agnes started visiting in 1991, and she was certain that the staff noticed she didn't seem to age a day between then and 2006, when she...before she arrived here in Bottlecap Bay. She'd gotten into a habit, ordering a black coffee with enough room for milk, and then setting with the cup and not drinking a drop. It was the normalcy of the act of ordering she craved.
Here, though, adjustments need to be made. As a Ninetales (what a silly name), she can't exactly hold a mug, so the coffee is prepared and put into a shallow bowl for her. And as a Ninetales, rather than what she was before, she can actually drink it.
She's surprised, with the first sip, exactly how bitter it is. In fact, the look on her face might be comedic for onlookers. There is absolutely sputtering happening, and her tails all standing up straight like a row of exclamation marks.
2. Canopy
For some reason, Rimbombee went out of his way to ensure that Agnes's living quarters up in the Canopy are water-resistant, if not completely impervious to rain, making her more comfortable than some of the other Cheri Berries. In the meantime, though, she can be found exploring the Canopy as a whole or bringing messages from those standing watch to the main building.
There's a restlessness to her that's obvious if you watch her for long. But that restlessness was one she had since she was anchored by Gertrude Robinson. Then, she existed unable to fulfill her purpose. Here and now, she doesn't know what her purpose is.
If you're around the Canopy, perhaps this is a good time to meet the new recruit? After all, she's fully herself instead of Froslass's pet bitch now.
3. Chitin
Agnes has no issues with bugs, in the abstract. But the first time she sees a spider web bridging the gap from the branch of a tree to its trunk, her response is more than a little 'kill it with fire'. Which is especially dangerous considering she's capable of launching a Flamethrower without even thinking about it.
And now the tree's on fire, and the Joltik whose web she just immolated is very upset. Someone should do something about that. Like, now.
4. Wildcard
Catch me on darkersolstice, wherever you get your social media, to plot.
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[ A little indelicate, maybe, but Odile can't help but notice a reaction like that. She's nearby with her own coffee, which is in a large mug rather than a bowl; she can hold it between her forepaws, as long as she's careful with her claws. ]
Is that good, or bad?
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[Alright, perhaps the way she's been ordering it for decades is a little intense, now that she finally gets to drink it. But hey, isn't that what the 'room for milk' was for?]
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[ Tea is the more common drink of choice in Ka Bue. It's what Odile still prefers, most of the time, but coffee sure does help with late nights. ]
I'm surprised they have it here. It's toxic to most animals.
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[To be fair, that was a little like the difference between her and people before. Sure, she may not have been a literal flamethrower, but a single touch could cause a blistering burn. A kiss on the cheek sent someone to the hospital.
(She wonders what became of him, after. That was very shortly before her death.)]
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[ At least, she thinks so. She used to think the same of Time and Wish Craft, though, so honestly who knows ]
But resemblance to myth or not, most of us do seem to be physical beings. And we can certainly be poisoned. There's an entire type centered around it.
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[She tilts her head to one side.]
Could I trouble you to grab the pitcher of milk for me?
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Really, with the variety that seems to be present in Pokemon, I'm surprised they're able to serve food and drink that's safe for everyone at all. There must be some common ancestry. Some very distant common ancestry.
[ She hasn't asked any of them about interbreeding yet. That feels like a step too far even for her. ]
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[Look, someone has to bring it up eventually. She's not bothered by the idea, but her sense of morality is...look, she was raised to end the world. Morality flew out the window before her birth.]
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[ That would be its own taboo if she lived in a world that didn't only have human beings, she's sure. Not exactly cannibalism, but not good. What else are they to do, though? Some of them are carnivores. They have to eat something. ]
They must be used to that sort of thing here.
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[Agnes isn't going to judge, given her givens.]
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[ She's not too surprised to find such things in play, when everyone's already getting turned into cats and foxes and...other things.
Ordinarily, she'd just let it go there. The party aside, Odile's not exactly the most gregarious person. She traveled alone for a while before meeting them. Here, though - well, her knowledge body feels so limited. She's got the archives to look through, but actually talking to other people is the best way to find out what's important for their everyday lives. ]
Have you been here long?
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[Agnes shakes her whole body in that canine manner, before tilting her head curiously at Odile.]
Did you die right before arriving here, too?
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[ What are you talking about ]
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Oh.
Forget that I asked. Nevermind. It doesn't matter.
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Fine. [ ..... ] But you're alright now?
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[There's even coffee. She takes another sip now that the milk has been added and lets out a bit of a sigh.]
It's an existence. That's all it needs to be.
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[ She can't quite agree, but far be it from her to try and - what? Cheer up a stranger? ]
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What's your name, anyway? I'm Agnes.
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Odile. Good to meet you.