forever and ever embracing the fragments

[nojohnyouare]

Who: Mai, you
What: It's her birthday and she'll lineface if she wants to.
When: Forward-dated to the 29th.
Where: Station residential common room
Warnings: Possibly sad IC references to the recent dropstorm.

Mai doesn't say too much today, not that it's easy to tell compared to how she usually acts. She'll nod at people, get to work in the kitchen, and then make her way out to the common room. You might be forgiven for thinking she's just going to sit and play tug-of-war with Bear-san with a dog toy, but she's also got one of the tables out with some weird things she probably learned to make in Flavourtown, plus more normal stir-fry and rice if you want. There are a bunch of plastic plates and cutlery there, too, waiting for use. Also, a reused party banner from Christmas is hanging up again, booby-san painting and all.

It feels strange to throw her own party. Probably wrong. But these days, what else can you do?

If someone comes in, she looks up and gives a little smile.]

No games. Sorry. ...Unless you have some.

Comments

[nojohnyouare]

[Pet, pet. Bear-san whines and snuffles around Momo, who the heck is this intruder.]

You work hard.

[redmeguca]

[Momo takes a few confused sniffs at Bear-san. What is this thing?]

Nah, not really. I get memories from my Phantasms now, but they don't exactly get tired or anything. I'm not actually doing any of the work.

[nojohnyouare]

[He starts to growl, but Mai puts a hand on him and he stops and beeps curiously. Not enemy? Nice?]

So it doesn't tax you?

[redmeguca]

Nothing but magic, and I don't have to worry about that anymore anyway.

[Momo's still a bit confused. Did that lump of metal a d plastic just growl? At a Growlithe?

[nojohnyouare]

[Bear-san makes a disappointed noise and looks confused back.]

Mm. This place... It does change people. Like Bear-san. In active Fissures... A real bear-san.

[redmeguca]

[Oh! Momo isn't confused anymore. Real bear, metal and plastic body, got it!]

Well, it seems like most of these changes are for the better. There are some that aren't great, or are just plain confusing, but good ones seem to happen more often.

[nojohnyouare]

[Bear-san gives a proud little roar.]

Like powers. You think so?

[redmeguca]

The worst I've gotten is turning into a centaur, and that's just a confusing one. Everything else has been great.

[She reaches up to pet Momo at this statement.]

[nojohnyouare]

Oh. Mansion?

[redmeguca]

Yeah, I got horsed there, and apparently it stuck. I'd show you, but we're kind of indoors.

[nojohnyouare]

Horse-san... That sounds nice.

[redmeguca]

It can be fun, but it was a pain being stuck like that in Silvereagle. Trust me, it's no fun having two left hooves.

[nojohnyouare]

Oh. ...Are you hungry.

[She gestures to the table of weird Flavourtown food.]

[redmeguca]

...Are you seriously asking me of all people that question? The answer is always.

[She'll grab herself some of the pound cake, and hand Momo some of the venison pastry.]

[nojohnyouare]

Some people dislike Flavourtown food. ...Do you like it.

[Bear-san beeps sadly and vacuums up a dust bunny. Mai pets him.]

[redmeguca]

It's decent. Pound cake and cranberry is a bit weird, but it doesn't ruin it. Momo, what do you think of what you have?

[Momo lets out a half-hearted bark. Pretty much what her trainer said, except deer meat pastries.]

[nojohnyouare]

...Mm. I hope that's good. Sorry.

[redmeguca]

Eh, food is food. It doesn't have to be absolutely delicious, though it does help.

[nojohnyouare]

...

[She eats her own deer pastry quietly.]

I wonder. How they are now.

[redmeguca]

...Me too.

(Lily. Meredith. Izuku. I hope you're all doing alright. If any of you failed, I won't forgive you.)

[nojohnyouare]

...

[Mai sits quietly, eating. Maybe someone should remind her that she's supposed to make conversation.

Bear-san gently bonks his head into Momo. Rrr?]

[redmeguca]

[Is the weird bear challenging her? Momo can't smell anything from him except metal and plastic, so it's hard to be sure. Here's a precautionary Tail Whip, just in case.]

[nojohnyouare]

[Bear-san falls over on his side. He whines and flails his little legs until Mai sets him back up and pets him.]

No fighting.

[He whines. He wasn't... ish.]

[redmeguca]

Oh, right. I did some reading, apparently Pokemon tend to settle disputes over territory, food, and just about anything else with combat. First one that can't fight anymore loses. Momo's probably thinking Bear-san was trying to challenge her.

[Huh, that's it? Tail Whip isn't even a damaging move. So Momo is the clear victor! She holds her head up high in pride.]

[nojohnyouare]

[Bear-san complains and vacuums his toys.]

...He gets curious. And hungry. ...Sometimes he does try to fight, too. If something takes his food. But he can't eat like this.