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!]]

Comments

[offtracks]

Not all the way up to my camp! But I know their timing and routes, generally, and they know that I will see them safely through the area. No matter how familiar they are with the trails, there are always changes...and there have been bandits on the road, lately. So we both make efforts to meet up with one another!

[It's easy enough to walk and talk about this. It's nothing important, after all, just idle chatter.]

[outbounds]

[ something they can both do: hold a perfectly normal, idle conversation about absolutely nothing in particular while somewhat sleep deprived. easy enough. ]

They come from Jubilife, right? That is all the way on the western coast of the region, isn't it? ... How often do they pass by?

[offtracks]

Oh, they come through Jubilife, but most of them travel from farther still! Johto, or maybe over the water from Kanto. It is their entire living - traveling with the guild caravan, selling their wares. The northern leg is a minor one, really, and only a few do it regularly.

[The Pearl Clan are reliable customers, though, and there's goods to be traded for there that you cannot find elsewhere.]

We do not see them at all after harvest-time, but they come by a few times a season before that.

[outbounds]

The more southern regions... that makes sense. If Jubilife is relatively new then they probably do not have much to offer yet.

[ his head tilts a little as they walk, a thought occurring to him. ]

How much time does it take to cross the region?

[ is it the same sets of traders making multiple trips, or different ones? only a few, but... ]

[offtracks]

You could probably do it in a week if you were very determined and unencumbered!

[so says? google maps?]

But it is more common for it to take several, especially with wagons involved.

[outbounds]

A very unencumbered merchant does not seem like a very good one.

[ or maybe it is the opposite and they are just so strong that carrying all their wares is nothing to them? ]

Wagons make more sense. What do you trade?

[offtracks]

Ah, not much! I am hardly a craftsperson! I give them my services, in terms of navigating, and perhaps anything extra I have, or rare stones or items I've encountered! It's not entirely necessary. Ultimately, the Clan will see to it that I have what I need, since I am a Warden. Most Wardens cannot easily take on other work due to their position; we're often busy with our Nobles, and must live far afield to tend to those duties. But I would rather not rely solely on them like that!

[outbounds]

Oh. Right. You are someone important. [ An entire life, built in Hisui. ] And all this is in addition to your work in Jubilife?

[ 'Most Wardens can't easily take on extra work.' Ingo had mentioned doing both, before, but Emmet hadn't gotten the details then. That is... quite a lot? Certainly it seems to be a booked schedule. Keeping very busy...

A slight hesitation, next, his ears flicking as Emmet keeps his gaze steadily forward. ]

You were far from other people. Was it lonely?

[offtracks]

Oh, no.

[It's an automatic response, the sort of thing he's probably said a hundred times before. Ingo takes a moment to consider.]

...well, yes. But it's alright. I have my Pokemon, at least.

[But one-sided conversations with them just aren't quite the same. You need Pokemon and people.]

[outbounds]

You said you liked the festivals in Jubilife because a lot of people went.

[ It's not accusing, just factual. Remarked, even. ]

That's not new. You liked meeting people before too. It's a little sad that your Pokemon aren't here, though. [ ... ] But there are plenty of people here now, anyway. And you have me.

[ Not that one can really replace the other. But these statements simply are, for better or for worse. ]

[offtracks]

That is true!

[That's a little heartening, actually! As they reach the lower dining area, Ingo wanders over to peer into the kitchen area.]

Are we allowed to....oh. [It's open...]

[outbounds]

Maaaaaybe. It is for the nocturnal Pokemon?

[ have they met any, actually?

Ingo wanders over, and Emmet trails after to also peer quizzically inside. are they just supposed to ... let themselves in? are they allowed? ]

[offtracks]

I suppose...

[Well, no one seems to be stopping them...Ingo walks in, peering carefully around.]

They must have water set by somewhere. [At least he doesn't have to get used to not having plumbing here...?]

[outbounds]

[ Emmet is going to be fantastically useless here, you're welcome. Like sure, he's been on the road and camped out in the woods before, Lostlorn Forest is literally right there, but their Pokemon journeys were decades ago by now. Add that in with the fact that he now has somewhat questionable dexterity, and. Hm. ]

Over ... here, I think? Some containers on the shelves.

[ I have no clue if they're in glass or stone or whatever, but here we are. ]

[offtracks]

[Looks at the shelf.

Looks at his paws.]




......I'm not entirely sure what I thought I was going to do.

[outbounds]

I feel like I am more likely to just scratch something than actually pick it up if I try.

[ he hasn't checked his paws for steadiness yet. but that's also definitely something that tends to go once you're at a certain level of sleepless. ]

[offtracks]

[Ingo narrows his eyes. It isn't really about the tea; he only suggested that for Emmet's sake. But they just walked all the way down here! He doesn't want to immediately reverse tracks and go back to their room!]

I will try it!

[He certainly also has claws, but they're shorter and blunter, more for digging than a primary form of attack. Hopefully they're less likely to leave scratches. He rises up onto his hind legs and grabs one of the vessels between both of his forepaws. It's an awkward position, and he's immediately not quite sure what to do with it, because he was acting on impulse!]

[outbounds]

Oh. You did it.

[ Now what. ]

... Are you going to heat it up with Ember?

[offtracks]

Yes.

[While he's? Holding it??? No, surely not - although, he is a fire-type...

Mm. No. Safety first. Ingo sits down on his haunches and leans forward to very awkwardly set the container on the floor. He looks at his forepaws afterwards, flexing his claws.]

I do not know how half the things in this village exist when no one has hands. Who made any of it?

[outbounds]

Very, verrrry careful Psychic types? ... Machamp? Conkeldurr? Elaborate pulley systems and lifts using Galvantula and Ariados silk?

[ have they even seen any of those in the townseople here- ]

[offtracks]

It seems a shame to be drafted into such a role simply because you have hands!

[Maybe it is the psychic thing? Well, anyway. Ingo takes a breath, focusing. He's still not at a point where using his moves comes quick and natural; acting instinctively in battle is actually easier than working on them calmly and deliberately. He does succeed, though, in spitting a small ember at the jug. Between it and the faint glow of his spots, the kitchen now shines with a dim ghostly glow.]

That will probably take a while to boil. But I suppose I prefer that to lighting the room ablaze.

[outbounds]

This feels like the kind of place where everyone pitches in where they can. Some can contribute in some ways that others cannot. But maybe you are right.

[ waiting for water to boil ...

............. emmet is going to just. carefully attempt to make himself more comfortable. it takes a little bit of doing but eventually he manages to approximate something resembling a foxloaf. ]

Hm. That is just regular Ember? But you mentioned Infernal Parade before.

Wonder what the difference between ghost fire and regular fire is.

[offtracks]

I don't know...I can't seem to produce any ghost ones. They always just come out regular.

[Ingo was sitting on his haunches to do this, which now forces him to awkwardly back up before he can lay down as well. It feels too strange, to loom over Emmet like that; anyway, may as well be comfortable.]

My thought is that perhaps making the fire is a physical action, and making the ghost one would be a sort of...spiritual action? But I certainly don't know what that means.

[outbounds]

[ Emmet doesn't respond at first, just cocks his head and blinks a bit as he thinks that over for a long moment or two.

Eventually: ]

... Chandelure's fire burns cold. It looks like fire and acts like fire in some ways but isn't actually the same in all of them. You can put your hand through it and it won't hurt. And they won't mind. Though he likes being pet in the curl of his arms more.

... Lots of ghost moves feel like that I think. Either feelings or— shadows I guess? Things that are like others but aren't really. Though I don't know what kinds of feelings might make ghost fire.

[ He pauses to yawn a bit, ears swiveling a little. ]

Haven't really thought about it that much here. So I don't know if this really helps. But not counting status moves ... So far for me it feels like ghost in general is easier than other things. Shadow Claw, Shadow Sneak are easy if I don't think about it much. Just have to feel not there. [ If that even makes sense. It's a kind of distance, one step removed from something more tangible, more real? Shadow Claw is kind of like his own hands— well, paws— but it isn't. Shadow Sneak— well, of course he isn't over there, silly, he's over here now— ] Shadow Ball I can sort of start if I use Shadow Claw as a base. But I can't control it well enough to conduct it to any real destination so that one is a not really.

[offtracks]

[Ingo listens intently. They're both only partial ghost-types, but Emmet still seems like the most ghostly one. Zoroark are like that; they have physical forms in a way many ghosts don't, but that form is itself rather spectral. Typhlosion aren't. If a Hisuian one isn't showing its flames, someone less experienced could be forgiven for thinking it a Johtonian variant.]

Feel not there...

[Well, he knows what that feels like. But it must be something less. He can't let his mind wander like that mid-battle!]

I should be able to use Infernal Parade, Hex, and Shadow Ball naturally. Someone would have to teach me Shadow Claw, and I can't use Shadow Sneak at all. That's a bit of a shame - I would be curious to know what that felt like. Is it strange?