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bottlecaplogs2025-06-11 09:40 pm
quirkynote) wrote in bottlecaplogs2025-06-11 09:40 pm
Oran Berry Sleepover 2.0
Who: Oran Berries and honestly anyone else who wants to sneak in. No rules, just right.
What: It's time to force everyone into the same room again for the traditional human bonding ritual.
Where: The Spire
When: Early June
Warnings: Possible coma mentions, will add more if things come up.
"It might be time for another sleepover."
[It's hard for an Oran Berry member to say no toMom Mightyena, so you can bet A.B.A has taken this suggestion to heart. At least this time around, most people are aware of her intentions, and she was smart enough to mention her plans ahead of time.
She is, however, still recovering. Despite her dislike for admitting weakness, she's reached out to her fellow guildmates in hopes to find help in herding everyone together for her. Possibly even you! Let's cure loneliness together and make sure no one sleeps by themselves tonight!]
[ooc: This is a mingle style log! Feel free to make a top level and tag around! Although this is happening in The Spire, I honestly don't care if Pokémon from other guilds have heard the news and wanna sneak in on this. Everyone deserves to experience the joy that is being crammed into the same room as a bunch of other people.]
What: It's time to force everyone into the same room again for the traditional human bonding ritual.
Where: The Spire
When: Early June
Warnings: Possible coma mentions, will add more if things come up.
"It might be time for another sleepover."
[It's hard for an Oran Berry member to say no to
She is, however, still recovering. Despite her dislike for admitting weakness, she's reached out to her fellow guildmates in hopes to find help in herding everyone together for her. Possibly even you! Let's cure loneliness together and make sure no one sleeps by themselves tonight!]
[ooc: This is a mingle style log! Feel free to make a top level and tag around! Although this is happening in The Spire, I honestly don't care if Pokémon from other guilds have heard the news and wanna sneak in on this. Everyone deserves to experience the joy that is being crammed into the same room as a bunch of other people.]
yoink
A.B.A doesn't recognize this one, is he new? She's fairly certain she'd remember something so small and cute... His little potato sack-shaped body reminds her so much of her early attempts at crafting dolls, so round and simple. He's precious.
Too bad his attitude isn't.]
It would appear you misunderstood... You don't get a choice in the matter.
[And to demonstrate, A.B.A scruffs the tiny Bigby in her beak like it's nothing.]
bye bye littleby (1/2)
Slowly, he lowers himself onto all fours, that gut feeling worsening with each passing second. His eyes narrow at A.B.A’s words, not even bothering with a response before he turns to run in the opposite direction. But he doesn’t even get far before he feels his little paws leave the ground altogether. Up he goes, scruffed yet again by a complete stranger.
He really hates this. ]
(2/2)
[ He squirms against her hold, trying to bap at her beak from behind but failing to reach every time. He's growling too, as if that makes him look any more intimidating. ]
I don’t even know who you are! Let me go!
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Her ears fold back against her head as he complains, she's just glad she knows her way around The Spire now, so she doesn't have to put up with his poor attitude for long.]
Indecorous, ill-mannered creature! Brutish words don't suit you.
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He's still struggling against her hold, even more aggressively now. ] Didn't realize I was speaking to a fucking princess. Where's my manners, your majesty? [ He's practically snarling at his point. ] Fuck. Off. Kindly.
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Mn... A princess...? Me?
[Well, she knows a queen, and if princesses are anything like that, then they're very elegant and beautiful, right? No one has...ever described A.B.A's grimy stray ass as a princess—sarcastic or otherwise-and the mental image causes her to, um...sway as she continues to trot off again.]
Mhmhm~ Ohh... Would that make Paracelsus my prince? Mmmnnn~ He'd look so handsome, I wish he liked dressing up more...
[A.B.A's daydreaming seems to have killed enough time, because after a few more giggles, she's tossing Bigby into a room like a sack of potatoes.]
Good.... Get cozy.
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What.
[ Any fight he had in him somehow deflates into confusion. Who is she talking about. What is this reaction. Where is she even taking him. He can't even manage to get another word edgewise inbetween all her giggling, and right before he can muster any sort of response, he's up in the air scrambling to brace himself.
Down he goes, face first. It's never getting easier. ]
... Ugh. [ He flips himself before sitting up. Give him a minute. ] What... what is your problem? [ Just. Rubbing his face now. Squishy cheeks and all. ]
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Problem...? Mn, no... I don't believe there's a problem at the moment.
[She lies her massive form down, a poor attempt to get closer to his eye level. She's just too big to make it happen normally, so her solution is to roll over onto her back and stare at him from upside down.]
You were alone... I took it upon myself to fix it.
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[ He looks past her, avoiding all eye contact while she looks him over. A part of him thinks he can make a run for it, until she lays down in front of him. Great. Folding his arms, he scowls at her, though it might look more like a pout with his face. ]
I wasn’t alone. I was getting food.
[ By himself, but whatever. His point stands, even if he is glancing away as he says it. He definitely knows the rules about set meal times. ]
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Yes, there are definitely rules.
And this admission causes A.B.A to flip up onto her stomach suddenly. She doesn't stand up completely just yet, if only because she seems to be aware that her body makes a great barrier.]
Guilty?! Guilty of thievery?!
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What the hell does it matter? All of it wound up on the floor anyway. [ He's still mad about that, by the way. Clicking his tongue real aggressively now. ]
Some princess you are, letting someone starve. I should turn you in first.