In Which A Mun Fails To Think Of A Title

[in4apounding]

Who: Penny and Dave
Where: Cherrygrove City
When: Friday, 11/13 - Afternoon
Summary: Two newbie trainers with no real-life experience partner up for traveling. What could go wrong?
Rating: Probably nothing worse than PG13 for Dave’s language.
Log:

It had been more than the usual three days for Penny to arrive in Cherrygrove City. Poor weather aside, literally stopping to smell the roses –or at least any available flora- at every opportunity lent itself to greater than normal travel times. In that time, she felt she’d already learned a great deal about what being human involved. Specifically that traveling the wilderness without proper supplies, though terribly exciting, isn’t very pleasant. Even more specifically, that a bag of trail mix and a bento lunch don’t last so much as a day, much less four.

So, the first stop? The local PokéMart, to stock up on supplies food. Smudged and a bit ragged from the road, she walks up to the counter with an armful of snacks and food –and disposable batteries- that looks far too big for someone with her lanky frame. Setting it all down with an audible ‘thunk’, she turns to the Joltik nestled into the scarf around her shoulders.

“Do you think that’s enough..?”

Comments

[callbacks]

The noise catches Dave's attention from where he's perusing the Pokéball selection and wondering if it might be worth shelling out the P-bucks for better gear this early in the game. He glances up, takes in Penny's...everything, right now, and comes to a couple conclusions:

She's probably just come up from New Bark Town.

She's new.

He pauses, then wanders over, hands in his pockets, Ralts at his heels.

"Hey. Um, you got enough cash on you for all that?"

After all, everyone's been so accommodating towards him...