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A Faraway Place - NPC Account ([personal profile] ulternnpc) wrote in [community profile] farawayplace2022-08-20 11:59 pm

Suddenly in the midst of a Summer Festival--

 
There's a distinct sound of waves, and bustling of people nearby.

In the coastal city of Turnbloom the sun is bright and warm, and the scent of the sea wafts through with the cool gentle breeze that makes the glittering pinwheels spin, and the leaves on the palm tree dance.

Today the streets are extra decorated with these cute, colorful and floral shaped pinwheels. It seemed the people who were out in the streets were dressed in colorful summer attire--either casual, or the more traditional yukata. It seemed like with the booths were set out for both food and games for festival of some kind that was currently underway.

Just how did you get here, and why? A mystery, and it seemed the people in the streets didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as they go about enjoying their time out on this bright sunny day.



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Nanu

[personal profile] kahunanu 2022-08-20 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)

Around

Used Pursuit
[ Despite the familiarities, Nanu knows he's not in Alola anymore the moment he sieves the unusual star-shaped sand through his fingers. Well, it finally happened, he concludes. Either Tapu Bulu decided to unceremoniously promote him or he found himself on the other side of an Ultra Worm Hole with little recollection of the how and when of it.

Despite immediately resigning himself to whatever familiar idyllic fate this is, old habits die hard and he's quick to pragmatically sleuth around Turnbloom City. He get his bearings, confirms his suspicions, learns of the Gym (flying type, huh), the festival, and what he is apparently—Drifted. He's far less concerned with himself than he is the implications of his absence, mostly for Acerola's sake. There's a chance she might be drifted here too, so his next plan of action is to casually survey the inhabitants. He tries to not let himself get too optimistic he'll find any other familiar faces, but... He splits this task between his eyes and his loyal (and unusually large) Persian's nose. Don't mind her if she does take interest in sniffing you, your clothes, your items, or your Pokemon.

Is Nanu going to stop her or willingly offer an explanation? No. Of course not. Too much effort. Far easier to pretend he's not paying attention and feign innocence by playing with the kendama in his hand. ]

Battle Park

Used Rest
[ All this investigating has him beat by midday and Nanu's the sort to take the path of least resistance. The moment he comes across an unoccupied shaded bench he claims it for himself; lays horizontally on it, throws his arm over his face and tries to catch a few Z's. The sound of the ocean waves lapping in the distance lulls him to half-sleep the same way it does back home, and like back home he seems to attract cats no matter the situation as a Coinpur ambles out of the brush and decides to use his chest as its napping place. Then... another. And another. How many can fit on a sleeping man?

Nanu doesn't move, pretends to not notice, and doesn't care. ]
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[personal profile] kahunanu 2022-08-22 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nearly jolts at the scream but reflexively compromises at tensing visibly, not wanting to disturb the Coinpurs. ]

Cripes. [ Stuck between a bench and bundle of now squirming and blearily waking up Pokemon. One yawns and stretches adorably on him, sinking its tiny tiny claws in his shirt. ]

You'd wake the dead with that shriek, lady. [ He fixes her with a tired scowl. ] Can't you take it elsewhere? We were sleeping.
Edited 2022-08-22 05:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kahunanu 2022-08-22 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh no it's happening again

Nanu manages to do a full body wince while still managing to not disturb the cats. He's had years of practice. He has a brief, regrettable pang of empathy when his eyes flit to her phone. Yeah... they're cute. He pessimistically figures she'll sneak a picture with or without his consent and getting up still isn't an option. He waves at her dismissively and then pinches the brow of his forehead. ]


Whatever, do what you want.

[ One of the Coinpur rearranges itself so its butt is on his face. He is absolutely not smiling for any of this. ]
Edited (i am butter fingers with typos tonight gomen) 2022-08-22 06:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kahunanu 2022-08-22 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ He was ready to try and go back to (pretend) sleep as much as he could manage but now she's holding her phone up to his face and he squints at the photo, then her, then the phone again. (It's a very nice photo, actually.) Give him a second, she is too much. This is all very much. ]

What's a Pippi or Mimmeo...?

[ Belatedly he realizes he's just invited more conversation and makes a face at himself. ]
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[personal profile] kahunanu 2022-08-23 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
I live with them every day?

[ He quips and gestures loosely to the Coinpur on his chest. He sounds almost baffled she would imply he wouldn't. ...Ah, she doesn't know who he is. In a way that's nice but this isn't exactly a part of him that he's going to hide.

Finally, with exaggerated effort and a performative groan, he rises into a sitting position while juggling the Coinpur in his arms so they don't roll off him like furry jellybeans. The crick in his back is a little less performative but he pays it no mind, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket.

Behold, his phone is filled with so many meowth. Pictures of them playing. Sprawled out in cardboard boxes. Sleeping in little beds he leaves out for them. On his clothes. In his lap. Over his keyboard. Eating. Outside. Just so many. Persian's there too. The more he scrolls the more he cracks a tiny smirk. ]


About a dozen or so, give or take. I lose track after a while.

[ The only thing to rival the cats in the photos is Acerola, of course. ]
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Nanu used Rest! Mina used Sketch!

[personal profile] twinkletackle 2022-08-22 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
…heheh.

[It’s a soft and, indeed, perhaps even a familiar chuckle.

…But that’d be all that Nanu would hear. Mina makes it a point to be as quiet as possible as she sits down nearby, taking out a sketchbook and a pencil.

Yup. Her instinctive reaction isn’t to exclaim in surprise at finding a fellow Alolan but rather to immediately sit down draw this frankly adorable scene. Classic Mina…

One of the Coinpurs sits up and gives a curious little mewl, the only other hint of her presence.]
Edited 2022-08-22 18:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kahunanu 2022-08-23 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Classic Mina!

If he's aware of her little chuckle or the soft scraping of pencil to paper he doesn't move regardless; stays still and maybe even looks slightly more relaxed somehow?

Possibly, it could be her imagination.

Eventually however he stirs as one of the Coinpurs sits up. He doesn't bother himself to rise up fully yet but makes a show of yawning despite not having fallen into a real or deep sleep.

(You know, a cat nap.)

He turns his had in her direction. ]


Glad to see some things don't change, even away from home.