fucking rocks everywhere: the entry

[ninthphilosophy]

Kalos had been an...experience, so far. Of all the places he'd been, this region was by far the most frustrating, what with it's lack of contest organization, and monorails, and weird people in orange suits. But it also had some of the most delicious pastries he'd ever had, and rollerblades that actually worked, and was a lot more artsy than even Sinnoh had been. Actually, it did remind him a lot of Sunyshore, and the area around the Grand Lake hotel. A little of the Ribbon Syndicate too, not that he'd ever been inside the stupid hoity-toitey ego-filled mansion of snobs. Maybe the lack of coordinators was a bonus, actually.

But the region was still too damn big for one bikeless performer who lacked a solid battle repertoire, and he'd ended up stranded...somewhere? Overnight, while waiting for some local to take pity on the tourist and help escort him the rest of the way through the region. Honestly, March felt a little pathetic sometimes about needing to rely on sympathetic trainers, but battling was just never going to be his thing.

He wasn't going to just sit and sulk, though! Even if he was stuck in the boonies of Rocktown (the town's actual name had escaped him almost immediately), that didn't mean he couldn't prep for the morning! There were enough people around that he could probably make a few pokebucks doing a performance or six, sell a couple sketches, and then bribe people with food to get to the next town. March had opted to camp outside by the four highest rocks, spreading a blanket overtop of them to make a temporary tent. His portable aprijuice blender was already going beside him as he worked on stirring the dough for the next batch of poffins. March would have gladly had his pokemon out and helping with the usual cooking routine, but the sight of the orange-hued creeps earlier had sort of nixed that idea. If he learned one thing in being a traveling vagabond, it was to never let your pokemon out in front of weirdoes in uniforms.

Except Meto, who was as usual taking the role of March's hat. But that was just normal, right? Nothing odd about a pink, floppy hat.

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Wednesday - at least, this Wednesday - was a water theme. Cafe goers all over Kalos were waxing poetic about the beauty of the sea - even if they'd never even been there, or had to spend any significant time in forced close proximity to it - and honestly, she just hadn't been in the mood. For starters - this hair had flare, not flow, and darn it if she didn't still like it this way.

So Leann deemed it in her best interests to take a mental health day to slack off and not have to think about coordination or if she could get away with sea greens or foams. Geosenge was just the ticket - absolutely nothing happened there. Ever. And nothing had happened, from when she arrived and booked in to the hotel to when she'd gotten up in the morning to trip over a giant purple snake, curled up to sleep right where the light from the window hit the floor.

She'd floated out of the hotel in a sundress that didn't quite agree with the crisp weather and a sleepy, swaying Arbok (heedless, as a society dame should be, to the uniformed creeps), and shortly thereafter found the... carnival stand? Snack kiosk? But really, what was the word when someone hung a blanket up on national monument rocks and started selling edible goodies?

She wasn't quite sure how to deal with the fact that something might actually be happening in Geosenge, even if it's just carnie food. Dithering, she reached up (and up! Gosh, he's grown!) to scritch the underside of Coils' chin. "You know," she tells him, testing to see if the Arbok's all that sleepy, "I did run out of PokePuffs. It might be good for you to try something different."

Coils slowly twisted to look directly down at her, eyes shuttering into concerned slits. Definitely listening. She just hummed and scrutinized the carnie's busywork from afar, trying to figure out if he had some kind of routine - did he just respond to demand? Geosenge was quiet, but if he caught one of the tours going through every day he was bound to get at least a little business...

[ninthphilosophy]

March finished stirring the poffin mixture just as his little portable ez-bake oven dinged beside him. His little setup was surprisingly efficient, and he didn't have to even look at what he was doing to pour the batter in to molds while opening the oven door. However, instead of obtaining an oven mitt like a normal person, March reached up and stuck his hand into his hat, and the gooey form of his ditto slowly shifted to coat his palm and fingers. Without batting an eyelash, the fresh poffins were pulled out, and set aside to cool. With a thick thwap noise, March whipped his wrist towards the crown of his head, and Meto snapped almost immediately back in to hat form.

...it was hard to tell if he was showing off, or was actually just that in the zone with his baking routine, really. But his cheery wave to the girl in the sundress sure leaned the odds some. (It would be poor form if a performer couldn't recognize an audience, after all!)

"Morning, morning~" His accent was probably thick to the average Kalosan, with a woodsy twinge to it that made the 'tourist' status even more obvious. "Fresh baked poffins with real aprijuice, just 400P for the meal~ Comes with complimentary pokeblocks, for the picky eater." The blender clicked to a stop beside him, just on time for him to flourish while pouring the juice in to a hollowed-out apricorn. "We also have RageCandyBars, Lava Cookies, Gateau, and IcecreamCones if you don't mind a little wait!"