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Impromptu Oran Sleepover

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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Right.... Aren't we supposed to sleep, then?

[He makes a face, like he's maybe considering whether he has anything to divulge, but... It's obvious from his expression that he does not.]

Um. Anyway, I don't have any juicy deets, sorry.

Eventually. But definitely not before having some fun.

[Not that she's actually ever been to a sleepover before.]

Bummer. I'm guessing you're not up for Truth or Dare then, either?

Uh huh... Fun, sure... Uh...

[He rubs at one tired eye, ruminating on the possibly.]

Well, I've never played before, but I guess I could, since I can't actually sleep, here... How does it work? Do I just pick truth... or.... ?

[He really doesn't want to be dared to do anything, that's just like asking for trouble.]

Yeah, pretty much.

[She's never played it before either, truthfully—but she'll still act like an expert.]

You picked truth, so I get to ask you whatever and you have to answer honestly. Here goes: are you always this much of a wet blanket, or did I just catch you on a bad night?

... Is that seriously what you're asking me?

[Okay, well, so far this game isn't exactly fun for him. He crosses his little pink arms and manages to look even grumpier.]

Sorry for not being more enthusiastic about all this. It's not like I was trying to sleep or anything.

[So, yeah, that's his answer to that...]

So what do you choose, then, truth or dare?

I'll take that as a resounding "yes".

[Well, she seems to be having fun, giving an amused snicker.]

Truth. Only fair.

[He just makes a soft "ugh" sound at her response and that snickering. Then he's quiet for a second, as he's actually thinking on what he should ask. He could be petty, but decides to give her an actual question.]

Okay... Why are you still awake? Is something keeping you up?

Other than the sight of your grouchy mug?

[She doesn't even skip a beat, emanating smugness despite her faceless form—but, in the spirit of the game, she'll give him at least part of her real answer a moment later.]

Guess I'm just not used to it yet... Having this many people around while I'm trying to sleep. Or just trying to sleep in general. It's been a while since I last had to.

[It's nonchalant but honest (though she opts not to mention the nightmares she's also been having). She hardly pauses before continuing:]

Your turn again. Truth or dare?

[He makes a disgruntled sound at her initial reply, but he does seem to look slightly appeased when she gives him a real answer. He can understand not being able to sleep in a communal setting, but part of what she says doesn't make sense to him.]

It's been awhile since you had to sleep...? Uhm. Okay.

[Right he has to pick for his turn...]

Truth again, I guess?

[She doesn't elaborate. If he wants the full answer, he'll just have to use up one of his truths.]

What's the best thing about your Pokémon form?

[Something about his altogether disgruntled vibe makes her assume that a question about the best thing his cutesy form has to offer will be harder for him to answer than a question about the worst or most embarrassing thing—and she's trying to get him to lighten up a little anyway.]

[He just makes an irritated face at her question to start with. Is there a best thing about being a pink, squishy ball? He really has to think on it and he lightly scratches his cheek as he does so.]

Uhhh... I guess it's pretty durable? Like, I'm rather stretchy and resilient. I can just roll around or bounce off something without really getting hurt.

[Yeah, that's the best he can come up with. He doesn't like puffing up or floating so much.]

Ooh, that's fun!

[And kind of hilarious? But to her credit, for once, she's doing her best to keep her snickering good-natured and not entirely at his expense.]

Well, you can't just say something like that without showing off a little! Lemme see a demonstration.

... Seriously?

[For a second it seems like he's not about to comply, as he looks totally exasperated, but then with a roll of his eyes he gets up and scoots to the edge of the bed. There's a pause as he takes a breath, puffing up a bit, then he lets himself fall to the floor... and instead of crashing to the ground he just bounces back up, unharmed.

He sort of rolls over the mattress a bit, but he quickly rights himself, looking mildly annoyed the entire time. He gives her a look as he dusts himself off, like he's asking if she's satisfied.]

There. Is that a good enough demonstration?

[OMG, he's actually doing it! Shoka sits up a little straighter, watching with rapt attention... and then gives him a round of ghostly applause once he bounces back up onto the mattress with all the grace of a rubber ball.]

I guess it'll do, since I didn't even dare you to do it. [Thoroughly amused, she giggles.] Anyway, fair—that rules. I'll have to keep you in mind next time I need a punching bag!

Tell you what... Just for that, I'll spice things up and let you give me a dare for my next turn. But you better not come up with something lame.

[Dare you to shut up and go to sleep, for example.]

[He's making such a face at the clapping and the punching bag comment. Well, he's glad he's amusing, at least.]

Gee, thanks.

[But, right, he wasn't dared... Well, he can't undo his little performance, so whatever.]

You want a dare, huh? Alright.

[He puts a hand to his non-existent chin as he thinks on it. What's something he could dare her to do that's also not totally boring...?]

Uhm. Sing part of your favorite song? Just, quietly, in case some people are actually asleep.

All right, you asked for it.

[There's no change to her smug, confident facade, even if inwardly she does feel a brief flutter of uncertainty. She's no singer, and she has to take a moment to think of a song she could pick as a favorite. Something by Eve or Def Märch, maybe? No, maybe something a little simpler and upbeat for this audience... Something Final Fantasy? Yes, that'll work.

Eventually, she clears her throat (if she even has one), and begins to sing in an upbeat but hushed voice:]

What can I do for you?
I can hear you
What can I do for you?

Ano hi kokoro no kanata ni
Egaiteta basho ni iru
Tohou ni kuretetari suru
Keredo mou modorenai...

[The false head of her disguise rag sways back and forth to an imaginary rhythm. She's clearly unpracticed at singing—and she isn't trying to be serious about it—but her voice isn't terrible, really.]

[It's not like Conrad would really expect anyone to comply with a dare... What happens if someone doesn't want to do what they're dared? Nothing, really. So he's actually a little surprised that she goes through with it.

He just sits there, rather captivated. What cane he say? She did a good job.]

That was pretty good. I, uh, didn't expect you to actually sing anything.

[He may be a Pokémon that's supposed to excel at singing, but he'd be far too embarrassed to try and sing in front of someone himself. So he can consider her performance rather brave.]

I guess I'll pick truth again, if you want to keep playing...

[He's not sure when the game is supposed to end. Whenever someone refuses to participate? Or just when they get bored of it, maybe...?]

Duh. [Of course it was good, says the smug air about her (though inwardly she feels a little bashful).] What, you thought I'd just go and break the sacred rules of Truth or Dare? I would never.

[Well, she might have if his dare had been any more embarrassing. Even she has her limits.

As far as she's concerned, the game only ends once she's either bored or asleep. Since she is neither yet, she thinks for a moment before continuing:]

Tell me a secret you've never told anyone else.

... Sacred rules? Um. Yeah, okay.

[He definitely notes her self confidence. She certainly has more than him. So he won't add that he wouldn't blame her for skipping out on singing, even if it did break the rules.

Now he has to come up with a secret. He hesitates for a moment, poking his little hands together. He supposes he should just say the first thing that comes to mind, even if he knows it's weird.]

Well... Erm. Shortly before I ended up here, I had been turned into a vampire and as difficult as that transformation was, I think I could have gotten used to it. I don't know for sure, but maybe I could've made it as a vampire.

[Shoka perks up again. A vampire? Is he serious? He doesn't seem at all like the type to come up with a joke like that, so she has to assume he is.

She's taken aback—not at the existence of vampires, but just at the thought of him specifically being one. And here she thought he was a complete normie!]

Oho, now we're getting somewhere interesting! So what, pray tell, does it take to make it as a vampire?

[Yeah, well, he's well aware that he's not exactly the stereotypical vampire. He wouldn't expect anyone to guess he was one. At least, not now. He doesn't have his little fang poking out over his lip anymore.]

Uh, well... You need to have control over your powers, I suppose. You've got to adapt to a whole new lifestyle, learn the vampire rules. And you have to get comfortable with, ah, your food...

[He makes an odd face, then. He never did get the hang of viewing people as a source of sustenance. As a vampire he'd need to learn to hunt and how to bite. He's not the type to kill for his meals, of course, it's just the whole concept of biting people is a bit of an ordeal for him.]

[Seeing that face he's making, Shoka leans in a little, cupping a hand behind one of her disguise's ears as she teases:]

Uh-oh! Did somebody have a problem with killing people?

[And he's just going to lean back a smidge, looking slightly agitated...]

Of course I did. I could eat without- Erm. I mean, I wouldn't let it come to that...

Oh, what a noble creature of the night you were!

Gonna be honest with you... Still doesn't sound like you were really that comfortable with your food.

[He rolls his eyes and snorts a bit at her sarcasm.]

No, I know I wasn't. It's something I'd have to get used to. It, yanno, takes time to adjust to essentially preying on people. Until then I was going to rely on, um, collection bags... Like, from a hospital or donation clinic...

[Or, rather, he got his supply from an unscrupulous back alley doctor. But he doesn't want to mention that.]

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