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

[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.

[redmeguca]

Bear-san not having an actual flesh and blood body is probably confusing her. Growlithe like her rely on scent cues for a lot.

[nojohnyouare]

Because they're dog-san. That makes sense.

[redmeguca]

Yeah, close enough. Most of what I could find made sure to note that Growlithes never forget a scent, so it's not surprising that it's that major to them.

[nojohnyouare]

There's information here? About that.

[redmeguca]

I had to do some digging, but I found a handfull of books on Pokemon. There may have been more, but I ignored anything that didn't have any info on Growlithe.

[nojohnyouare]

That sounds nice. Animals... A lot, here. I like them.

[redmeguca]

Yeah, they're better than a lot of people where I came from. You usually know where you stand with them, too.

[nojohnyouare]

...

[She seems to agree, petting her bear.]

Thank you. For coming.

[redmeguca]

Heh. Wouldn't miss it.