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Oh, not you too, Diyem groaned.

<><><> "Ahh, lovely moonlight tonight, isn't it?" Truffle asked, admiring the way the silver light reflected off of the gentle waves of the ocean. "I must say, of what I'd read about your kind, you're doing very well considering the form you currently take. I apologize if the others are less...

Owen was still rummaging through the supplies. "Yeah, it looks like most of this is fake meat," Owen said. "Maybe they didn't want to upset any of us with real meat? I don't think it's that big of a deal. I ran into some feral Pokemon a little while ago and they were just like the ones back...

Owen nodded and eagerly ran down the road, leading the way to the dojo, giving ample opportunity for others to follow if they wanted.

The eager Charmander led the way to the private quarters which, for some, was the first time. "Beds are there, water's there, but all the food is right here! Oh! And look!" Owen pulled out a large pot and some fire-making material. "We can even set up a little campfire to do the cooking! And...

Owen swished his tail, loosening a few stray ethereal embers. "I guess if we need to get a good night's sleep, we should get dinner now, huh?" he asked to nobody in particular. "If anybody wants to have a little get-together for that, uh, I'm gonna go and set something up in our sleeping area in...

Truffle nodded at Necrozma, then looked toward Fay. "Ah, it isn't really something worth bringing up further," he said--mostly because he had no intention of reliving such memories.

"Need to eat?" Truffle said, pausing. Then, he turned his attention to Necrozma. "Ahh... I got so lost in my duties that I forgot my unspoken promise to you," he said, hopping a few paces toward him. "I'm familiar with your kind from my studies. While I do not have enough power to restore your...

"Hm? Ah, I'm certain I can arrange for something like that," Truffle offered. "While I do not know how your world operates, we have a plethora of false meats for you to enjoy that, I've been told, are just as good as the real thing! Though, you can also settle for those gummi foods, which I've...

Also! I would like to make yet another announcement / QoL improvement for you guys, if you would like to take it. This is known as the "automatic inventory." You can see in my official signup here that I have added another entry to it at the bottom...

"I think I saw a vase in there that we can probably empty out for you," Owen offered, nodding. "Me, I already set up my bed and got some meditating done. It was really refreshing, actually!"

The plot has been advanced to evening! Anybody can attend this scene. Be sure to end or wrap up anything you have taking place during Day 1 ~ Afternoon. https://forums.thousandroads.net/index.php?threads/treasure-town-main-square.394/post-5925

<><><> Evening fell upon Treasure Town for what some felt could have been the last time. If they weren't able to stop Magikarp in time, then it would come to the town and smash it into the ground... All those homes and livelihoods, buried. And that wasn't even beginning to go over what it would...

Got it, I'll revise that. Also, since it looks like the roleplays haven't been very active, I'll take that to mean everyone's waiting for me to advance to evening. I'll get to that soon!

"Yeah!" Owen said, waving goodbye once Cabot started to leave. Instead, he settled on setting up his bed early--he had been awake for longer than they all had, after all--and decided to get some early meditating done. He didn't really know why he settled on meditation so automatically... Maybe...

Owen nodded, looking at the last bit of Oran juice on his claws before licking them clean. He wondered how Orans worked here; it felt like eating them was more effective where he was from, perhaps because of how the energy worked... But perhaps for Cabot's world, it was different. Here, maybe...

"Uh--" Owen shook his head. "Right, sorry, I--something tells me that isn't how I use those back home." He cleared his throat and looked ahead. "Going all-out sounds like it could be fun... I just hope I don't get tired after just a few seconds of battling!" He ate the last of his berry...

Owen blinked, staring oddly at Cabot. "What... are you doing?" he said, not hearing Cabot's original proposal until later, in which he quickly nodded, "Er, and yeah, sure, but--what're you doing?"

"It's alright," Owen replied, taking another bite. Only another bite's worth remained, now. "Not your fault or anything." Then, with a sigh, he leaned the back of his head against the wall. "Diyem, what was I like?" Insufferable. Owen giggled, rolling his eyes. "Alright, I think that's enough...

Owen laughed hollowly. "Well, I wouldn't know, would I?" he asked, tilting his head to give Cabot a sidelong glance. Peeling the Oran felt foreign; he lifted it and bit directly into the flesh, pulling a third of it away in one bite.