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A.B.A ([personal profile] quirkynote) wrote in [community profile] bottlecaplogs2025-02-11 08:00 pm
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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!]]
telewarped: (I've shown I'm worthy)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-02-12 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, that's A.B.A's voice! Well, that explains everything. Shoka's still going to ineffectually squirm and wiggle her noodle arms around on principle, though.]

Well, I'm not, so—! Ugh, put me down, birdbrain...!

[It might be obvious that she isn't trying very hard to escape. That could just be because she's too tired to fight back—and that is part of it—but the truth of the matter is that she doesn't want to fire off an attack and actually hurt A.B.A (not that she cares about her wellbeing or anything). The worst she manages is lightly slapping her hand down onto the top of A.B.A's beak with an indignant huff.]

Shouldn't you be sleeping in the correct quarters?
telewarped: (We complete the story)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-02-12 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, hell no? [If she could blush, she would be now.] I was looking for a spot that wasn't taken so I wouldn't have to share with any of you losers!

[That, and even weeks in, she's still not completely used to needing sleep at all. By the time she noticed her body was shutting down and started making her way toward the beds, it was already too late.]

And I know where the quarters are, dummy! I meant you should already be asleep yourself. [Unless A.B.A couldn't sleep? It seems like they've all been having trouble with that recently.] Don't tell me you're so desperate for attention that you're just kidnapping sleeping 'mons now so they're forced to hang out with you.
telewarped: (So many episodes)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-02-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm right, aren't I?

[She sounds almost smug about it, too, as if she'd be wearing an equally cruel smile if she could (though that whimper makes even her feel a little bad)... But it's still apparently not enough to convince A.B.A to release her.

As she's carried along, Shoka has no choice but to mull it over. She's in an especially foul mood, brought on by a combination of sleep deprivation, general unease, and the indignity of being in another Pokémon's mouth, but A.B.A's almost definitely been going through it, too. Your sweet face brings me a sense of comfort, she said before...]


... You just don't quit, do you? [Shoka goes limp then with a defeated sigh, letting her ghostly arms dangle as they move.] Look, I'm just—not exactly cuddly...
telewarped: (Sometimes I wonder)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-02-15 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Don't say I didn't warn you...

[Soon, she finds herself being dropped into bed like prey into a bird's nest. Her skirt of shadows flares out beneath her as she straightens herself out with a scoff, then gives a shiver. It's a poor excuse for a bed, really, but she has to admit it's better than the cavern floor she was using before (which helps to soothe her mood, just a bit). As if it wasn't already obvious that her prickliness would barely be an issue, despite the nasty things she just said, A.B.A's still babbling about how glad she is that they're together in the same guild.]

Pfft. Miss me much?

[The Oran Berries rely on each other, Mightyena told her, and help each other through tough times. It doesn't sound like a bad deal. And maybe it's a little nice for her, too—seeing a familiar face, and having someone so happy to see her.

That familiar face is getting extremely close right now, though.]


Uh, hey, can you not— [She tenses, preparing to weave her way between A.B.A's falling talons, but then A.B.A's settling down onto the bed, too, curling around her like a dog with its favorite chew toy. Shoka remains statue-stiff, limbs tucked close under her disguise rag—not cuddly. She is apparently as unused to physical affection as she is to the verbal kind.] Okay, never mind, then! Feel free to get all up in my space...

[It's fortunate that A.B.A is some sort of mythical-looking animal right now; if she were person-shaped, this would be even more awkward. But it is suddenly warmer in the bed with her there, shielding Shoka on all sides from the cold air.

Her question goes ignored for now. Instead, Shoka asks,]
Worried, huh... About what exactly?
telewarped: (Open your eyes)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-02-16 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Shoka has to stifle a snort at the thought of admiring A.B.A for her superiority—but that answer is otherwise so earnest and sad that she has to give it consideration. A.B.A's just scared, clinging to Shoka out of terror of being alone. It reminds Shoka of someone else, makes her think of how much she'd wished they'd talked more, had more time, before...]

Wait. A.B.A, you're married?
telewarped: (I've come to realize)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-02-16 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
... Huh.

[Well, that doesn't fit into her mental image of A.B.A as a sad Victorian orphan science project who never left the lab! Was she out there dating? Having romantic dinners? Buying furniture or whatever else married couples do? Unless Paracelsus was just one of her dolls or something...

Either way, this revelation is so baffling to Shoka that it actually lessens the awkward tension around their current sleeping arrangement.]


Yeah, that's... gotta be rough. How'd you meet? Honestly, I kinda thought... [You literally never left the lab?] ... Never mind. Just curious.
telewarped: (Sometimes I wonder)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-02-16 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[This time, Shoka doesn't bother stifling her amused snort.]

Wow. All that, and the guy wasn't even conscious? Guess that tracks...

[Considering how quickly A.B.A gained an attachment to her, that is, despite receiving little of the same energy in return.]

And when he woke up? Did you just hit it off right away, or...?
telewarped: (Sometimes I wonder)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-02-17 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't know what she was expecting.]

Sounds like it. [Just like a dream? More like a delusion.] And they say romance is dead...

[But then A.B.A's face suddenly falls. The head of Shoka's disguise tilts toward one side.]

What do you mean?
telewarped: (We're so close to success)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-02-17 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Not really.

[In fact, she hasn't thought about it at all and will continue not to. She's used to people looking right past her anyway.]

If your love is real or whatever, shouldn't he still be into you no matter what you look like? Even if what you look like is some kinda bird-dog-fish, or a worm, or anything else... You're still your weirdo self inside, right?