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[my_father_is_a_tycoon]

[The Warp Band flickers to life, showing what is at first a somewhat wobbly image of a rather large and fancy bedchamber - an ornate rug on the floor, a large hand-carved wooden bureau, and a canopy bed.  As the camera stabilizes, however, it becomes quickly apparent that there is someone in the bed.  It's hard to tell exactly who at first, as all that's visible is a large shifting mess of blankets, but soon enough there's a loud squeaky sneeze that reveals the mystery figure as Lenna.  She lets out a few heavy breaths and a groan, throwing half of the covers off of her but clinging to the rest of them at the same time.  She's clad in a modest silk nightgown, her hair a mess around her horns as one of her legs dangles out and over the side of the bed, a single fluffy Flareon slipper falling to the floor as her toes curl from the air hitting her bare foot.  The bed itself is flanked by a Gallade and a Lucario, stony-faced as ever as they watch over their trainer, who pulls herself up into a sitting position with a sniffle and a groan.]

Ohhhhhhh... my head...

[In response, the unseen cameraman lets out the telltale cry of a very concerned Dragonite, causing Lenna to blink blearily in its direction before her eyes go wide.]

A-Alexander, turn that off...!  I can't be seen like this!

[Flushing even more than she was before from what is an obvious illness, Lenna pulls the covers as far up over her as they will go, drawing her legs up under the blankets and huddling there in embarrassment.  She tries to wave her hand frantically at the camera, but it ends up flopping down in front of her - she's just too tired.  Defeated, she lets out a short sigh.]

Ah... I-I'm sorry, everyone.  Alexander must have been worried.  But I'll be fi... i... ah... c-choo!

[With that, and a frustrated groan, she flops back against her pillows.  Clearly she could use a bit of help, but is too proud to ask for it.  It's always the ones who spend all their time helping others who have the hardest time accepting it themselves.]

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[flying_chains]

There was a small crisis at the market that I helped solve and long story short...

[She pans the camera around to a small pile of boxes behind her that are FULL of apples.]

There's no way we can eat all of these before they go bad, but they insisted I take them as thanks. Does anyone want some apples?

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[niepokonany]

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[Feliks looks like he's in Union for the moment -- in a noble house, by the looks of the fancy furniture and his high-fashion outfit. He's got his boots off, on the floor next to the couch where he sits with a Growlithe curled up next to him, petting a tuft of fluffy fur.]

You guys seriously have zero chill, you know that? Like, I go out for a couple of weeks and come back and you got all mixed up with gods again?

Never a dull moment, I guess... But seriously, way to have all the excitement without me! Super rude, Union. You're gonna hurt my feelings or something, all hanging out without me and junk.

So? How badass was it?

[Action - Various places around the Business District + Teeter's]

[As usual when he's in town, Feliks has errands all over the shopping district. He spends the morning restocking on potions, food, and assorted adventuring supplies, then hits up some of the mid-range clothing shops for things to wear out in the field, things that aren't too fussy or too fragile.]

[In the afternoon, he steels his nerve and goes to his old favorite high-end shops. He gets fitted for a few new suits at a good tailor's, then ends up in one of the fancy dress shops, laughing and making a fuss, teasing the attendants and any other patrons nearby as he tries on one thing after another. All in all, he seems in great spirits, with the exception of one moment when he catches sight of himself in a mirror -- dressed up and laughing with the fire stone necklace glinting at his breast, and the weight of the last year comes crashing back all of a sudden. He ends up having to sit down for a moment to recover, like it's a damn fainting spell -- and of course, all the people working here know all the stupid noble gossip, so they know exactly what his problem is, but he still finds himself making excuses to anyone nearby.]

Sorry, my bad -- I think this corset's a little tight after all! Haven't been wearing them for a while, you know?

[In the evening, he ends up in Teeter's, because the classier places have never actually really been his scene. After a couple of drinks, any hints of shyness are well and truly gone from him.]

Hey, hey -- I'm bored. Wanna do something fun? Like, like a drinking contest. Or a dancing contest. Or a drinking and dancing contest!