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012 // action - haruka's misfortunes, union edition
[ Haruka Tenoh is always learning new things. Today's lesson: don't walk your Rhyhorn when the roads are icy. It will slide out of control, sprain people's ankles, and you'll be responsible for picking up their slack on what would happen to be the busiest day of the year at their workplace.
On a completely unrelated note, this dairy booth in the market district appears to be doing a booming business! It's also completely pink - pink drapes, heart-shaped balloons attached to the poles, Miltank plushies lining the shelves, and a Rhyhorn wearing a pink blanket squatting outside with a basket of chocolate in its mouth. Behind the counter (assisted by a Wooper in a pink bow tie) is the most brilliantly handsome salesman ever to grace the street, advertising in a voice that could rattle a packed theater. (She's also wearing a pink apron and a baker's hat shaped like a Luvdisc. Today has a theme.) Her sales pitch goes something like this: ]
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! What you see here's available for one day only: Luvdisc-shaped chocolate for the health of your romance! Strawberry Miltank milk for the health of your body! And, with a purchase of just twenty-five dollars or more, we'll throw in a special four-piece chocolate sampler as thanks for being our sweetest customers! How about it?!
[ A middle-aged woman walking her Snubbull approaches the vendor. Could she have some Miltank cheese and a Luvdisc chocolate, please? Haruka graces her with her very best Divine Theater smile. ] But of course, Madam. If that's what you desire...
[ The woman looks about ready to faint back onto her Snubbull. Haruka would also dearly love to lose consciousness right now. Why is she so good at this? It's absurd to think she might be naturally gifted at spouting nonsense!
At least she's only served strangers thus far. ]
On a completely unrelated note, this dairy booth in the market district appears to be doing a booming business! It's also completely pink - pink drapes, heart-shaped balloons attached to the poles, Miltank plushies lining the shelves, and a Rhyhorn wearing a pink blanket squatting outside with a basket of chocolate in its mouth. Behind the counter (assisted by a Wooper in a pink bow tie) is the most brilliantly handsome salesman ever to grace the street, advertising in a voice that could rattle a packed theater. (She's also wearing a pink apron and a baker's hat shaped like a Luvdisc. Today has a theme.) Her sales pitch goes something like this: ]
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! What you see here's available for one day only: Luvdisc-shaped chocolate for the health of your romance! Strawberry Miltank milk for the health of your body! And, with a purchase of just twenty-five dollars or more, we'll throw in a special four-piece chocolate sampler as thanks for being our sweetest customers! How about it?!
[ A middle-aged woman walking her Snubbull approaches the vendor. Could she have some Miltank cheese and a Luvdisc chocolate, please? Haruka graces her with her very best Divine Theater smile. ] But of course, Madam. If that's what you desire...
[ The woman looks about ready to faint back onto her Snubbull. Haruka would also dearly love to lose consciousness right now. Why is she so good at this? It's absurd to think she might be naturally gifted at spouting nonsense!
At least she's only served strangers thus far. ]
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She soldiers on, though, with a smile, leaning over to peer at the Petilil. ] Aren't you brave, blossoming in the cold. What can I get you?
[ This prompts a lecture from the lady, sensing an Interested Party, on the care and keeping of Grass-types in the winter months. Petilil makes soft mewing sounds every now and then for emphasis. Haruka nods along, unable to work the conversation back to shopping.
By the time the woman leaves, happily carrying a basket of cheese and a bottle of strawberry Miltank milk while Petilil carefully sips from a little cup of water, Haruka could plant a garden if she were so inclined. She sighs. Poor lady must be lonely...and yet. Her timing. ] Don't say it.
[ Whatever Michiru was going to say. Don't. ]
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Though she can't say anything about the Petilil. Heck, she wouldn't be surprised to come home and find Lulu sporting rosebud cozies.]
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...but saying so sounds like whining. She checks on Super Beauty and Carol. The Rhyhorn isn't stuck to anything again, which is encouraging. This has been a long day.
Conversationally: ] I promised to work here till sundown.
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There we go.] That's rather generous of you, volunteering your time like that.
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Haruka laughs. ] You know me....
[ Her and her volunteer spirit. Or maybe her spirit of something else entirely.
She looks back at Michiru. The other woman didn't watch her run into the actual shopkeeper, did she? Is she that omniscient? ]
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Michiru just sits there, waiting. Her smile might get a bit wider, but she's clearly expecting something.]
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Haruka can feel the very air in the booth waiting alongside her partner. Her shoulders sag, and she drums a hand on the counter. ] ....Nobody's losing their job on my account.
[ ARE YOU HAPPY, PERFECT WOMAN. ]
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Michiru just giggles. At least it's never boring with you.]
And on one of the busiest days of the year too.
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Super Beauty shifts, getting tired of wearing this blanket. Haruka knew she sensed a kindred spirit in Rhyhorn for a reason. She chuckles. ] They're turning a profit.
[ That's a mild way to put it: this is one of the first lulls she's had in hours. And it looks like that might be ending soon, since there's a cluster of high school girls all playing "you talk to him first" "no, YOU talk to him first" across the street. ]
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As long as they're not keeping you.
[it's probably better for all parties involved if she pretends those girls don't exist]
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[ Haruka shrugs. If those girls start heading over she'll be obliged to start beckoning, but she'll take these last few moments while she can. ] It's not that -
[ Like, Z O M SAVIOR! calls the girl who's finally been selected to go first, apparently deciding not to beat around the bush. CAN WE SHOW YOU ON THE WARP BAND TO OUR FRIENDS??? ]
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You have a customer. [just in case that squealing is a bit high pitched for normal hearing ranges]
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[ Super Beauty remembers that she and Carol are on a "stakeout" and tries to stand still again. She rumbles, but keeps watching.
Haruka gives Michiru an impossibly eloquent look of amused embarrassment, then turns around, totally back in character. ] Custom advertisement? Are you going to invite your friends? They can't all be as cute as you, Skitty.
[ Kyaaaaaa. These girls definitely aren't feeling the cold any longer. But one of them is peering into the back, wondering if that's a person she sees sitting there. ]
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Chagrined at seeing Super Beauty being so serious, Carol resumes her position by the door and tries to pay attention to the humans walking about. Maybe some of them are here to steal the hearts and hopes of young girls everywhere, on this special occasion! (whatever it might be. Trainer didn't elaborate.)
Michiru's tone of voice is a study in wry amusement and patient exasperation.] I'd be careful if I were you. This one says things like that all the time.
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Haruka, beset from all sides, tries to cajole with Michiru while still facing her customers. ] That's not true....
[ The girls, for their part, commune quickly upon realizing there's 1) another person here and 2) she's really super gorgeous. But they quickly hit on a compromise.
Excuse them, lady? You're just coworkers, right? Could you get them some chocolate while they talk to this guy? ]
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I'm afraid you're mistaken.
[she's not the one who runs over innocent passersby.
Elaboration is apparently beyond her, but she certainly doesn't look like she's getting up any time soon.]
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or herself. ] Ah, she's just...If it's sweets you want, I'm happy to provide....[ DREAMY SIGHING indicates this probably succeeded. Except for one girl who asks why that lady gets to sit in the back. Can they sit in the back too?
Her friends pluck her sleeve, scandalized. That lady is sooooo pretty and sooooo above them! She's probably mega rich! You don't want to get sued, do you!?
Super Beauty looks at Carol. Do stakeouts usually allow people to come bother their Trainers? ]
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Carol thinks hard about it, looking from their Trainers to the other humans. Uhhhhh. Only if their Trainers are serving as a distraction for something...?] Corsola... [probably! Quick, is there anybody else looking distracted and/or suspicious??]
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[ A few of the girls start ordering things. The ones towards the back of the clump seem annoyed, looking around while waiting their turn. One is staring at Wooper. So Super Beauty stares at her. That one is not doing what the others are doing. She snorts. Is that bad? ]
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Carol is alarmed! Maybe there's a Woopnapping plot afoot!!] Corsola...
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Super Beauty is not sure what Carol just said except that it sounds bad. What should they do? Should they run? She could run. She takes a step forward to indicate her willingness. ]
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Carol makes a split second decision born from
yearsmonths of experience as a caped crusader! Quick, get Wooper to safety! The safety of innocent civilians takes priority!!] Corsola, cor!!no subject
[ Haruka looks over around the cluster and gapes. If Super Beauty hurts anybody else, she might be hawking wares all week! ]
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...that's so not happening. Michiru needs her date.Carol is busy puffing herself up and getting ready to deliver the best
magical girlsuperhero speech of all time! Something, something, daring to destroy a passionate young Woop's dreams of bringing life and love to people's lives through dance...? Yeah, that sounds like it'll be good.] Cor....corsola, cor![Michiru glances over at you. Will you do something or...?]
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The Rhyhorn screeches to a stop, her whole body reverberating with the word BACK. Back! She has to go back!
Back she comes. She hasn't noticed Wooper fell off and is now lying face-down in the sludge. Don't mind him, heroes. You saved him! ] Woooooooop.
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they could probably teach him the loo loo song. woooop woooop wooop woop woooooooooooop
bring lulu along and he can be singing in a storm of petals
he has never before known such bliss...
until he does it on stage
!!!! be still his heart
it'll be a woopera
natto wants to know if he gets to design a little mask for the phantom of the woopera
who else but natto?
he's gonna put a *leaf* on it!!
it'll be an amazing, modern interpretation. leaves? ingenius.
the forest is a metaphor for his INNER TORMENT. or maybe the costumer just likes leaves.
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man, I thought it said the restaurant would discriminate against Nattos
i felt weird typing it. though i'd imagine he's okay as long as he doesn't leaf the walls
he might find out about decorative sprigs of parsley or something
....natto cooking would be terrifying. but the food would all be so pretty
aesthetics first!
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but has michiru ever encountered a water type, whose body is half floatation device, that can't swim
does a water type with a built in umbrella count
only if she's ever walked around with water sloshing in it
...if she was like. triple dog dared to do so
don't say that around ferrari he might actually do such a thing
that would probably turn into a long day of ever more ridiculous dares
passion the vulpix is JUDGING YOU BOTH
bet the princess can't spend a day without a cushiony surface of some sort
that is none of their concern. is one of them volunteering?
she volunteers Ferrari!!!
still overwhelmed from the last experience, she sees~
that is SO not true!!!
a suspicious overreaction.
it is so not!! and neither is this one!
at ease. she's in no mood for a pillow that reeks of fish.
whaaaat. take that back!! as she gets all up in the princess' face
/tilt head away from uncouth drippy creature, refuse to break eye contact
/continues inching closer and is totally not drippy
/leans further away....then......shoots a paw out to pounce!
!!!! /ahhh get off!
/adds another paw, trying not to sniff
/gives up trying to figure out if trainer would disapprove and tries to pin passion
/is pinned, thinks of escape plan, bedroom eyes
/gloats instead of noticing bedroom eyes
/begins to doubt wisdom of this plan, licks chin
/eyes go wide, freezes. d-decides to take this as a sign of submission and stops with the pinning
she hopes you're happy. now she has a nasty taste in her mouth.
whatever, she won!
she will permit you to hold this pathetic delusion if it distracts you enough for her to flounce
maybe she'll flounce off in a huff too!! (and forget about the dare)
sitting on opposite sides of the theater dorm but TOTALLY NOT UPSET NO
not even LOOKING over. too busy uh. babysitting.
ah yes, you've some sort of servile position, haven't you.
/gonna let baby lay eyes on those ultra fluffy tails and then releases the egg
/caught in mid-preen, glances over, freezes. tails fluff up further in alarm
congrats! you've found an eggbaby!
oh how.......charming. yes. you're charming, small creature. now go be charming. over there.
eggbaby listens! and promptly walks out the door into the unknown depths of the theater
oh no! the FISH-REEKING BARBARIAN has been remiss in her duties! she must sound the alarm
she DOES NOT reek of fish and this is totally your fault!!
are you sure you can waste time arguing when anything in the world could be happening to that baby?
if trainer kills her, this is all your fault /runs off
you have the quaintest notions about life. /yawns, lies down
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