Come on, Carolina, have fun, Carolina

[secondplacing]

Who: Agent Carolina secondplacing and you!
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Anytime during the month of February
Summary: Basically a catch-all log for Feb. Respond to one of the open prompts or ask me to tailor-make your own starter. Or, go ahead and start a thread with Carolina here!
Rating: PG
Log:



A.

[Carolina spends most of her nights working at the Goldenrod Pokémart-- so if you happen to come around then, Carolina might be your clerk. Or she might be doing the heavy lifting and re-stocking. Since most of her pokémon have become too large to follow her around on the job, though, so instead she keeps FILSS around as a personal assistant.]

AGENT C. FIVE HOURS ON THE CLOCK REMAINING. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SET AN ALARM?

No, FILSS. Thanks, though. Resume count for me, please.

[Carolina continues stocking shelves. It's kind of boring, but with all the training they get in during the day, Carolina doesn't mind too much.]

UNDERSTOOD.

[By the way... it doesn't look like the sound is coming from any pokémon. Instead, FILSS is using the speaker in the Pokégear and a pre-recorded voice set to speak to Carolina.

It's kind of like having an AI again, and Carolina's never been more appreciative.]


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B.
[During the daytime (but rather toward the afternoon), Carolina can be found either near the outskirts of Goldenrod training her pokémon, or just walking around the city.

Once again, feel free to write up your own or ask me for a toplevel!]

Comments

[secondplacing]

Believe me, I've seen things get weird.

[...]

Friend of mine has an alien son, actually.

[wing_attack]

Yeah? I've got an alien uncle. And an alien dad, except... something something time travel and 'fixing' timelines. So biologically, maybe not.

[secondplacing]

...Sounds like you've had it rough, kid.

[wing_attack]

[Oh. Suddenly this is awkward. He blinks a little and Rachel puts her paw on his head.]

... That was kind of one of the easy parts of the whole war, honestly.

[secondplacing]

Wartime.

[The look on Carolina's face softens.

Like she knows.]

Sorry you had to deal with that.

[Kids shouldn't have to.

But it looks like, at least, she's picked up on the fact this might not be the best topic.]

How long's it been since you showed up around here?

[wing_attack]

Sounds like a lot of people have.

[He'll live. Others won't, but he will.]

[But he can recognize the wisdom in moving on to a different topic.]

It's been... I was here for ten months before I went home and came back. A week passed here, but it was about a year back home. It's been about nine months since that happened, so about a year and a half total?

[secondplacing]

... I can't say I was expecting that answer.

[A year and a half... A year and a half on Chorus is one thing, but a year and a half here?]

That a typical stay? And-- what do you mean, went home and came back?

[wing_attack]

I think one of my friends has been here... going on six years, maybe? Something like that.

And... I was out on one of the routes near Goldenrod training, and I collapsed. A friend found me and dragged me to his house - put me in his bathtub, actually - and while I was out it was like I was back home, with no memories of here. And when I first got here we'd been about... two years into the war? And when I woke up here again it was... like I'd spent that time there and come back.

It happens sometimes... people either disappear or get knocked out for a week, feel like they were back home, and wake up again. ... And I know it sounds like a really weird dream, but it's... too vivid to be a dream. Too many things happened. And I think even in a dream, I...

[He looks up at his Ursaring, and leans into her side. Nope. Not going there. We're not talking about it.]

[secondplacing]

[Carolina listens quietly, and when he leans into his Ursaring, her demeanor changes. She puts her hand on her hips and sighs, shaking her head.]

Look at me, asking you all these questions and not even over drinks. You needed help with your Tyrantrum, or-- were you up for taking a break?

[She'll treat you, if you'll, you know, not mope.]

[wing_attack]

I'm a little too young for drinks, but thanks.

[He smiles a tiny bit, and pats Rachel's fur gently.]

But yeah, we can take a break.

[secondplacing]

Good. Too early in the day for that, anyway.

[She chuckles. Best to let him decide, she thinks-- he's not just a kid, he's a kid from a culture and past she can barely even try to imagine..]

What are you up for doing, then?

[wing_attack]

Pizza?

[Rachel grumbles, and he rolls his eyes.]

Not for you, you're not allowed in the store, remember?

[She huffs, and he just shakes his head.]

I'll get something for you later, okay?

[She pats his head and he smiles slightly, before returning her to her Pokeball.]

[secondplacing]

Sounds good to me. You know a good place, I'm assuming?

[Letting Missy walk beside her but returning the others, she adds--]

My treat.

[wing_attack]

Oh. Uh. Okay.

[She doesn't have to, but if she's offering...]

Yeah. One of my friends showed me a place - it's not that far from here. They do pizza and burgers, and while it's not really the same as back home, it's still pretty good.

[He heads off, knowing that Carolina will definitely be able to keep up. She looks like she can, anyway.]

[secondplacing]

[Look, if she doesn't pay it looks like she's just hanging out willy-nilly with teenagers and she is not that kind of adult.]

Well. Haven't had pizza in a long time, I'll be honest.

Not as appealing when it comes out of a foil bag.

[wing_attack]

That... sounds pretty gross. Where were you that you got fed that.

[He pauses for a minute, before shrugging.]

I didn't eat as much junk food at home as I do here. I didn't really have money for it, and... I spent most of my time as a bird, anyway.