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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. ]

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[Carol turns around in alarm!] Corsola! [c'mon, let's go!

Michiru just smiles, stealing a glance at you and then tugging you towards this restaurant she likes.

From rose petals to Woopers, huh? Still, she can't say she minds.]

[ Don't doubt her. Haruka can probably pull off both rose petals and Woopers simultaneously. Especially since this one is making a mad dash to climb back up on Super Beauty's back. Safe!

Haruka allows herself to be tugged, smiling right back. As you wish. ]

[Carol seems relieved. And seems to be doing a quick headcount. Somebody's gotten serious about being responsible.

It's not too far, but it looks like the restaurant is a popular enough destination for the night. And from the way Michiru is giving her last name to the hostess, it looks like she had reservations all along.]

[ There are two heads here! Neither of which has any thoughts in them, but that's not what you're counting, is it, Carol.

Haruka chuckles. ] It's a nice night.

[ Perfect for eating at a restaurant. Yes. If one were inclined to have planned ahead. ]

[Michiru just smiles.] Not quite a night for spontaneity, though.

[not at a nice restaurant, at least. Or one with a table in a nice corner spot with room for all their tag-alongs.]

That's not a bad thing. [ For reasons that are already in the past and shall not be discussed. Wooper's eyes and mouth all slowly become perfect circles as he looks around this restaurant. Cities are faaancy. ] Wooooooooop.

[ Even Super Beauty seems to be watching where she steps more carefully. She stops well in time to not get in the way as Haruka holds Michiru's chair out for her. ] Were you lonely?

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[and she'll slide into that seat with a quiet murmur of thanks]

While waiting for you?

[Carol immediately starts casing the joint - but..maybe she shouldn't, not right after getting scolded. Maybe she can just be extra vigilant...?]

[ Haruka shrugs. She did stay out longer than intended today, without bothering to contact the theater, so... ] ....Today.

[ Michiru already had this planned out. It's touching. ]

And if I was?

[what will you do about it?]

...I do always pay back my debts.

[ Prepare to be wooed, Michiru Kaioh. Even if you made the reservations.

The humans seem pretty absorbed in each other, so Super Beauty and Wooper join Carol in casing - er, contemplation - of the restaurant. Humans are eating. Do Pokémon get to eat, wonders Wooper. ] Woop.

We'll see, won't we? [bring it.

Though first, the waitress might want to bring over drinks and offer menus.

Carol looks up in surprise when a human offers them a menu too!] Corsola... [whoa, it's filled with big, colorful pictures of food!!

...The restaurant has probably figured out that the best way to keep the humans happy is to keep the Pokemon happy.]

[ Haruka's usually charming smile for the waitress is somewhat strained today. She has learned an important lesson in empathy for those in the service industry in the past 24 hours, which shall likely last about the same period of time before she puts it fully behind her and goes on with her life. But for now, there's some unpleasant memories.

So she's quick to open and scan her menu, as it gives her something to do. ] Shall we split something first?

[ Super Beauty heard "food", so she smashes her nose against the menu to sniff and....this is just paper. Where is the food?

Wooper dances up and down on a picture of a Poffin. He wants this, he wants this! ] Woop!

[Michiru doesn't seem to notice - or rather, she's not commenting on it. She'll take what she can get.] Does anything look interesting?

[Carol excitedly points out a picture of a Berry salad! Look, there's a tiny umbrella!] Corsola? [hey, hey Super Beauty! What do you want?]

I never say no to vegetables. [ So that's - this flatbread, potentially. Or this dip. And then there's these fancy little rolls where the veggies are curled like Vulpix tails.

Super Beauty's horn is still pressed against the menu, and she's snuffling. She still doesn't get why everyone is talking about food since this isn't food. See, not even the one with the umbrella. She boops it with her face. You can't eat that, can you, Carol? ]

[the waitress nods and whisks away the Pokemon's menus. That's two Berry salads and one Poffin coming up!

Michiru just chuckles. Sure, let's get those Vulpix rolls. And this bottle of wine.]

[ So fancy. Haruka's all smiles now. Even if she has to give Super Beauty a quick reminder to be "calm", since the Rhyhorn really has no idea what's going on now. It'll be okay. Just hang out with your friend.

Super Beauty settles down. Food....is coming? That is good. ]

[Carol turns cheerily to Super Beauty and Wooper. Isn't this exciting? Little umbrellas!] Corsola!

[hey, she can appreciate a good red. And she can hardly say she finds the company wanting.

And by 'good red,' that means she picked something that warranted the presence of the maître d' to hang out by their table and show off the label on the wine.] And what would you recommend with that wine?

[said maître d' starts listing a bunch of dishes, occasionally throwing in phrases like 'aged oak' or 'smooth finish.']

Woop! [ Umbrellas! Wooper's not sure why that's worthy of celebration, but he never met an excuse to dance he didn't take. But since they're inside a fancy human building, he just taps in place.

Haruka tries to listen to this description, but all she gets out of it is that the waiter's trying to sell her stuff. Which makes sense, that's his job, but since it's all the same to her - ] That one. The last pick.

[ She doesn't even know what it is. So she looks over at Michiru. ] Unless you had any better ideas.

[yeah! Apparently, the smaller the umbrellas, the cooler things are!] Sola!

[Michiru just smiles.] No. That sounds wonderful.

[insert variations of "oh, what a fine choice, sir!" here.

When he finally leaves, Michiru casts an amused look at you.]

Woooooop. [ Wooper has learned something important. If he ever gains arms and can use a real umbrella, he will keep that in mind.

Haruka thanks the waiter before he goes - she's free-spirited, not lacking in class - and dons a rather invincibly cool smile. This isn't the sort of place that would serve natto, so whatever she just ordered, she's okay. ] We'll match the dessert, too.

[Michiru just laughs quietly.] You're not sick of it?

[unless they're supposed to be ignoring what you've been doing for much of the day.]

[ They can't very well ignore it, but that just makes her attempting to more amusing, doesn't it? Besides, she's already determined this night is for Them, so here come the bedroom eyes. ] I want to prolong my evening with you.

[yeah, so she's going to pretend her heart didn't skip a beat at that look.]

Oh? And here I thought you already had a rather busy day.

You weren't in most of it. [ Smile smile smile. This feels so much nicer than how she did spend most of her time.

It almost hides the flush when Michiru refers to her busy day. ]

Are you saying you've missed me?

[her voice acquires a lilting tease to it]

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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!

he's gonna put a leaf on it!!