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Who: Everyone!
Where: The newly discovered island
What: After recent events, the people of Union could use a bit of R&R. What better place than a tropical island?
Warnings: Drinks with little umbrellas in them, swimsuits, idek

An island paradise, discovered just off the southern coast, less than a day's travel from the city. A strong enough Pokemon could easily carry their partner and others out there. It was hard to say just who sent the original message, but pictures surfaced, with the tagline "Don't you wish you were here," came over the warp bands' feeds, and, like Venomoths to the flame, people began clamoring toward this new found tropical get-away. Those who wanted to go would find it easy enough--with so many people making their way to investigate, for whatever reason they claimed (but let's be honest, it was probably the beach), one could just hitch a ride.

The island itself appeared untouched by human contact. The Pokemon were strange and different compared to the fare immediately around Union. A warm breeze blew through palm trees, carrying the scent of hibiscus flowers. The water, blue as the summer sky, was warm and inviting.

This truly was a paradise.

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My hair? [He eyes her a little, that's a weird thing to steal Famke don't do that. it doesn't stay in spike form once it leaves his body!]

[But he focuses back on Armin. Yeah...he isn't looking well.]

Yeah...it's beautiful.

[Like home was.]

How're you doing, Armin?

[Honestly, Ky isn't bothered by the idea, even under normal circumstances.

Isaac reaches the towel with his vine, and extends it - holding it over the water so that it's within reach of Imogen, though it's clear the bulbasaur can't extend it any further]

...Sparky?

Wow, so manly. Tropius watches Erwin in awe, before crying out in delight as the plantains fall to the ground and it leans down to eat them greedily. It pushes one of them toward Erwin with its nose in good conscious before louder, heavier footsteps are heard behind them. You see, Tropius is just a baby! And all the loud noises its been making have summoned mama Tropius. She stomps through to the clearing, looking between the two of them and glares down at Erwin. What's going on here?

You looked like you needed a nickname.

Yeah! You should--Well it's a bit cold actually!

[He thinks twice about inviting her in, since he's recently been chased into the ocean by someone, and so perhaps that means she might also be offended by his state of dress. He does wave back though.]

Disoriented, Red stumbles and blinks wildly, and it is Abby that directs him to the points of interest; the woman and the Kirlia that is...healing the cut? Well, likely not, but at least it feels so much better. As scared as he was, it had apparently made it able for him to forget how much it hurt. True to form, Abby Growls at the Feraligatr, knowing it will do very, very little, but he feels very obligated as they are here to save him and his partner it seems.

Red rests a hand on his knee, and lets the other rest lightly on the Kirlia's head, and he's breathing heavily, but he manages a deep enough breath so he doesn't stutter, "Go help them. I'll be okay. Thanks." And not a syllable more before he goes back to panting for air, but he does keep an eye on the fight.

I'm not entirely sure why.

[Famke is sufficiently chastised and will retreat to Armin's shoulder, hiding behind his curtain of not-nearly-spiky-enough hair to brood.]

I've read so many books about the ocean, but it's much nicer in person. [Armin's talking in a light, cheery tone, but he's radiating emotions like Meredith radiates warmth -- grief, mostly, with a heavy undercurrent of uncertainty and fear.]

I'm fine.

Yeah, it is.

[and yeah. While Sora isn't exactly giving off happy vibes- he definitely picks up on the grief of Armin. And that he's lying. So he frowns and gives a skeptical look]

You sure? You don't...feel fine.

-- you've. Been to it before, haven't you?

[Armin looks first startled, then embarrassed to be caught in a lie.] I-I mean...I suppose I mean that...that I will be fine. Eventually.

It's...you don't need to worry about it, really.

I- [crap] Yeah, I have. Awhile ago.

[But that's not important right now. Instead, he focuses on Armin] You're my friend. Of course I'm gonna worry.

What happened?

Erwin has just picked up the tribute of plantain and is about to -- well, probably save it for later, he likes gross unhealthy food and wants to fry it -- when hey, s'up mama. With the obvious coolheadedness that won him a superior position, Erwin carefully lengthens the distance between himself and baby, politely. He doesn't speak Pokemon -- not fluently, and what little he knows is basically Levi-ese -- but the intent is clear. He doesn't want to upset a protective mommy.

Like I'm gonna-- shit!

[Levi falls down on his ass, in the sand pit, glaring up at him.]

You planned this, you fuck!

It's my leg. It hurts to stand up.

[He readies his last arrow, teeth grit.]

These guys have to go first.

Levi reaches in to scritch the feathers on Fig's neck, watching as Shell scuttles in next to Fig and catches the ball in one tentacle. He then starts to hit the keys of the baby piano curiously with his other tentacles, jumping a little at the noise.

{I never ever heard of surfing before,} Bug admits, wiggling excitedly. {Can I watch?}

From somewhere else on the island, Levi is probably scowling at Erwin's unhealthy diet. The mama Tropius snorts at him, but her child jumps up a little, rambling out a bunch of Pokemon noises. Clearly, it's giving her the details on this weird creature helping it. Shaking her head, she hits the trunk of the plantain tree with the side of her head and knocks down plenty more of the fruits. After the explanation, it's obvious that she isn't mad at Erwin. Probably even a little impressed with his tree hitting skills! But then baby Tropius is asking to go play with this weird human. Well, she's not sure if he's a suitable playmate for her baby. So she leans in to give Erwin a look over, nosing him a little, seeing if he backs off...

[Whoa, you are blowing their little eggy minds right now.

Mind?

Anyway, they seem pretty excited! Teach them, oh Lord of the Dance!

You have successfully bonded with Exeggcute! It is level 22 and its stats are up to you to decide.]

[The blue blades of grass twitch inquisitively when they feel something close. WHAT IS THIS THING? Slowly it sticks an equally blue nose (if one could call it that) out of the spongy ground, and with it, a small gray face pokes out.

Two very small eyes blink. Food? Food, what are you doing floating above its head? Silly food, you're not supposed to float.]

How very civilized of you. Thank you!

*Imogen hops away from the tree with a small polite curtsy, then takes three of the bananas from the top of the tree.*

It's really alright? I don't want to take anything that's yours.

There's a flash of blue and a loud roar as a Tyrantrum charges into the scene, barrelling straight towards the closest Feraligatr. Its powerful jaws are open, but snap shut just before it's close enough to bite the Feraligatr - Jade has no desire to kill the Pokemon of this island before he has a chance to study them, and had ordered his team to avoid doing too much damage.

The man himself appears a few seconds later, a Pansage beside him. A quick glance is enough for him to take stock of the entire situation, and he swiftly moves to stand besides Red, just in case he needs more defending. At the same time, he attempts to put one of the Feraligatr's to sleep using Hypnosis, while Pansage lashes out at a different Feraligatr with a quick Vine Whip.

[Finally arriving on the island, separating to change, as Lux went through her bag, her heart sank. She knew she had packed something to change into before she left, she told Camille to make sure that she would be more than prepared for the trip.

But instead of finding the outfit that she had set aside for herself, she pulled out a few pieces of powder blue fabric and paled.

Camille, you didn't...

She couldn't avoid this, could she? They were waiting. Oh, Lux was going to have a looooooong talk with you when this was done. At least this time she didn't have to wage a war with the mirror. She didn't have to actually see what she looked like. All she had to do was tell herself how she looked. What had Imogen said about confidence? Control it. You've got this, despite what the Butterfree in your stomach said.]

Sorry that took so long!

[Wandering out from the woods, dressed in an uncharacteristically flashy suit. If she was uncomfortable, it was near impossible to tell.]

*Imogen Moreno didn't have to slip off to change. She simply shed herself of her clothes and had a bikini on under them. She wondered what issue Lux was having, and nearly excused herself to go check on the girl when she came out and Imogen was grinning like a Purrloin that just stole someone's lunch.

*She didn't say anything in response to Lux's choice of clothes. Mostly due to the fact that she was fairly sure that it wasn't Lux's choice, exactly. But, what's done is done, and Lux looked fine. Especially as she played it all cool like that. Very fetching.*

Not a big deal, it's hard to find the right place to change in a new unexplored tropical paradise! ...I'm still sad the trees aren't pink.

Levi has a sudden shiver, like his not-boyfriend is ruining his health unchecked. But, at the moment, Erwin is being inspected by protective mommy and that is the priority. When nosed, he straightens up promptly, not backing away, but not making any aggressive movements. See, he's super-skilled at both tree-hitting and potentially baby-protecting, but he's also a cool dude. All's good, mama.

[Uh-oh, Lux, you've been spotted! Have a delighted gasp from a secretly-fashion-conscious blond buddy.]

You look fantastic!

Yeah! He can swim with the best of them now!

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