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Dave took a deep breath. "Long story, but I know this girl who's half human and half Roselia. Read a bunch about them because of that. She doesn't grow roots, though. Eats human food, but also photosynthesizes a bit. I know she'd love to hear if you've got any tips on, you know, life with roses...

"It's Dave. Your name was...?" He paused, looking at the Roselia and the vase. "Do you sleep in that? Fill it up with dirt and then just boom, step into it and grow roots wherever you like?" Dave had read a bunch about Roselia, sometime, the way he'd read up on Scyther and Meowth and all the...

Dave gave a mental groan. Oh. Of course he did. It sounded like others were going to take care of it? God, he hoped so. Rescuing that Zangoose from his own stupidity was not high on his to-do list.

Dave trudged out into the main square, looking around, hoping to sort out the roommate situation. He was hungry but the thought of returning to the hidden room to find it full of insufferable idiots won out in the end. He spotted the Roselia carrying a vase from the direction of the woodlands...

Dave looked after Brisa as she suddenly up and left. Something to eat. Sure. Without really thinking about it, he flopped onto the ground, groaning. Jesus, this place. He couldn't get home soon enough. Of course, now that he thought about it he was pretty hungry. What did Poochyena eat in the...

Dave stared at her for a moment. Well, fuck. "That's, uh. That sucks. Jesus." He paused. "Well, maybe he was a human. Maybe he wasn't. Not like it matters much now, if he's gone."

"Huh. I guess maybe there's something to it? If they're disappearing into thin air with no other explanation..." Dave looked searchingly at Brisa. "What? Why?"

Dave and Brisa in the Hidden Quarters:

Dave chuckled. "Okay, fair. I don't have convenient amnesia and was brought here by a known entity through a known mechanism, though. You know Diyem is real and brought you here too, so if he could take you world-hopping, why not a human. Is there a mechanism behind these guys? Did somebody...

"What 'other stuff'? Honestly you sound like probably the most sensible person in your world." He thought of Jean, coming home crying from her first day of school after being inevitably targeted by bullies; of Mia, probably the smartest person in any room she entered, being treated like a freak...

"Wait, if they have total retrograde amnesia, how do you know they're human in the first place? Even if they say they remember that, like, is there any evidence they're not just Pokémon who want to be special?" Dave took a deep breath. "As for my society, no. It's pretty shit. Technology's...

"Huh," Dave said again. "Where do the humans waking up as Pokémon in your world come from?" This world sure sounded a lot more similar to Brisa's world than his own. Some of the others had sounded like their worlds were similar, too. Then why were there also people like him, and that person...

"...Huh." Well, that was interesting. Ancient knowledge? "Did there used to be humans in your world?" Maybe, back when there were humans, Pokémon didn't talk there, either. Had they just evolved more advanced communication, begun to use human tools after some kind of human-extinction-level...

"Yeah, that's my point. I could definitely believe this is just whoever agreed to Diyem's thing and he's dressing it up like 'Ooh, you've all got a hero's aura' to make it sound like he didn't just pick up any jackass who'd bite." He paused. "Me? I'm a geneticist. Do you even have genetics in...

"Ha. Yeah. Might be it." Dave snorted. "'Hero's aura', a.k.a. saying yes to a thing. Good job. Any asshole can say yes to anything." He shook his head. "Well, at least it means there's a bunch of us. Maybe we won't all die. Not that it'd apparently matter if we did, according to Diyem. I mean...

"Thanks, but I'll manage." Dave said. "Think I've got some, uh, Poochyena instincts to figure out how to pilot this fluffball around." The way she was smiling at him was almost disconcerting, overly eager to be of assistance. "So... what do you do over in your world? Feel like somebody who'd...

I've spent another three hours or so on writing since I last logged, and also posted a fic.

This is a one-shot I wrote in 2016, which won first place in the Worlds Collide contest on the Serebii.net forums. It was very much written simply to write something for the contest, I wasn't super-happy with it, and it's still a pretty ridiculous premise that's not being explored all that...

"I mean, that's a complicated line to draw, biologically. Many Pokémon are pretty smart in their own sort of way, but they don't speak a language, you know? No communicating complex thoughts and ideas in a consistent intelligible way. Usually they don't use tools, or very primitively. They sure...

"Oh yeah, deeply weird and distressing just about covers it." Dave scratched his ear with a hind paw, then made a face at it. "I'm used to living in a world where Pokémon don't talk. And not being a dog, Jesus Christ. Humans have hands to do things with."