Impromptu Oran Sleepover

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Who: Oran newbies
What: Having fun with communal dens
When: Sometime after Mightyena gathered them up
Where: The Spire, low tier dens
Warnings: Will add if anything comes up, but not anticipating anything

[As everyone knows by now, the Oran Berries depend heavily on communal living, sharing a bed is simply to be expected. For some, this experience was temporary. Mightyena was kind enough to lend the mysterious misplaced Pokémon a place to rest, but now some of them have moved on.

For others, this is now a part of life, and it's time to get used to it. The Oran Berries value treating everyone like friends and family, after all, so you're expected to do the same! Why not have some fun with it?

Whether you've noticed your fellow newcomers are all gathering in one den, or you suddenly find yourself dragged into the the party against your will, everyone is invited! Everyone's going through the same thing, belong to the same guild, you gotta stick together.....right?]

[[ooc: Feel free to use this as a mingle log! We have nine Oran Berries (I think???) and although the dens are said to hold up to eight, I think some members are small enough that we should be able to include everyone!]]

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[offtracks]

If you are really alright, then I am as well.

[It's not entirely true. Not all of Ingo's worries are about Emmet. He's disturbed by how his failures have impacted him, and how he's refusing even now to acknowledge the great failure to remember, but he's also...worried, a little, about what comes after this. It feels distant, but - is he supposed to leave Hisui behind now? For someone he barely knows? Is he a bad person if he isn't...sure he wants to?]

[outbounds]

If you say so.

[ Is that ... it, then? He's said something wrong again, hasn't he? He's tried to convey what he needed to as clearly as he can, but, well. Ingo was always the one of them better with words.

(Needy, overly reliant, codependent, 'the younger twin'. Attaché rather than an independent entity. Well, it's all wrong, isn't it, he kept everything afloat, he did—

But the thing is, it's easy to think Emmet can't stand on his own, that he has to be part of a pair to function. Ingo seems to have been perfectly fine without Emmet.

If he dwells on that for too long...)

(In his dreams, waking or not, it isn't always that he wakes up to a too-empty apartment in Nimbasa. Nor is it that even here, Ingo simply disappears again, same as the first time.

Sometimes, the shadowy figure that is meant to be Ingo looks at Emmet, evaluating and assessing, and turns away of his own accord, having found nothing to keep him there without the obligation of a life spent together first.)

... He's not going to push. If Ingo asks, he'll talk. If not ... then Emmet will refrain, and let Ingo decide whatever he wants to. ]

[offtracks]

{Ingo's clumsy attempts to ask about Emmet's feelings have always just seemed to make things worse. He'll take Emmet's cues. Ingo certainly owes him that much.]

Very well, then! [.....] I suppose it was tea, then.

[It's not terrible. Certainly not the best cup of tea he's ever made, but at least it is identifiably tea. Not a guarantee, after how that whole process went.]

[outbounds]

[ It isn't really Ingo's fault, maybe. Five years, you learn to live with the absence, one way or another. You adjust. You convince yourself you're fine enough, and the rest follows.

You forget some things. From some angles, letting someone try to support you sure seems like you're burdening them unduly instead. ]

Congratulations. You found tea and not peppermint or basil.

[ Tentatively, faintly teasing. It's not terrible. It's tea, to be sure, a perfectly serviceable drink. ]

[offtracks]

Peppermint might not have been so terrible!

[Yes, teasing! This is much safer, let's just go to that.]

[outbounds]

Hmm, maybe not. Depends on how strong? Might've forgotten about it a little too long and then we'd just have mouthwash.

[offtracks]

Mmm, that's true. But it might have been pepper flakes.

[Spicy water...it couldn't really have happened, of course, not as sharp as his new nose has proved to be. But imagine!]

[outbounds]

Not very easy to sleep after that, I think. If you wanted me to stay awake, should have just asked.

[ Spicy hot water... ]

[offtracks]

Oh, not at all. I would have found some calming herbs if I could.

[You clearly need to sleep...]

[outbounds]

'If you could.' And that's when you discover that they keep those kinds of herbs in the clinic rather than in here. Just leave hypothetical me here in the kitchen with my hypothetical spicy hot water. How could you.

[ though, hm, a thought. ]

I am curious. Does being a fire type now make you like spicy food any more or less than you did before?

[offtracks]

I'm not sure! I have not had anything terribly spicy since I have been here!

[He's...fairly neutral about spicy food in general, he thinks? He doesn't get a lot of it; he doesn't usually have a great variety of spices on hand to begin with.]

[outbounds]

Could always give you a Figy Berry and see how you react to it. [ if they really wanted to know, anyway. ] But that is fine. It was not a serious thought.

[ he'll instead return to lapping at his tea. ]

[offtracks]

An interesting idea, though...

[He's always preferred sweets anyway. He cannot imagine that's changed.]

Have you noticed any changes like that? In yourself? [He clarifies, because the changes he must have noticed in Ingo are a lot more fraught, whatever they are.]

[outbounds]

[ He lifts his attention from the tea, head cocking. ]

From just before I got here, you mean? ... Huh.

I don't know. Hard to say. There's a lot new or different; hard to tell what is just the new senses, what is adjustment, and what is just ... me.

[offtracks]

Yes, I suppose that's true. I am not sure if there's anything that has come to me with this body, or if I am only still adjusting.

[He's used to this sort of thing, after a fashion, but even then - this has all been very different from his arrival in Hisui.]

[outbounds]

You and me both, then. [ ... ] What's it like? The fire thing. Is it something you have to pay attention to, just in case? Or are accidents not really a problem?

[offtracks]

I think that I benefit from not being something like a Rapidash. The fire does not tend to come out at all unless I am trying to make it do so.

[Maybe it would if he got very angry? But Ingo doesn't tend to do that; he hasn't, yet.]

[outbounds]

That is true. But I think Ponyta's flames don't hurt if they don't want them to. Right? It is not ghost fire but they can still do that ...

[ musing, meandering. ]

[offtracks]

I worry that I would struggle with that! The default state is probably fire that hurts, don't you think? I would have to learn how to make it not do that!

[This conversation is really nothing. It feels much safer, if nothing else.]

[outbounds]

Probably. So it would take work, yes. [ probably! ] And maybe some burns in the process. But the point is that it is a destination that exists? So even if you were then maybe it would have been okay eventually.

[offtracks]

I am sure it would have been eventually!

[...]

Well, maybe not in this guild in particular. Imagine having hooves in here!

[outbounds]

Not the most easy terrain, no. And we are also already pushing what feels to be a convenient size ...

[ A.B.A stuffing them all into one den definitely brings out the, hm, cozy nature of it, ]

... Hooves seem like they'd be difficult in the canopy too, come to think of it. Does that really only leave Lum?

[offtracks]

I suppose that is the only option. A little difficult, if you are not a scholar!

[It seems a little unfair, really!]

[outbounds]

Polteageist took in a child. Or at the very least, Emporio seems young even if he is smart. So it does not have to be established scholars at least?

[ who knows what Polteageist specifically is looking for because it isn't Emmet. ]

[offtracks]

Oh, that is his guild? That is excellent! That they will take in others as well, I mean!

[Ingo's literate - not a given in the clans - but he doesn't consider himself any sort of scholar. He wasn't surprised not to be approached by them. He wasn't disappointed either; his interests were always either Oran or Cheri.]

Is this the guild you wanted to join as well?

[He imagines it was, given that he knows Emmet enjoys battling, but - well, he's trying to make conversation, and he doesn't know him well enough yet to simply assume.]