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"The Dark Matter that sent us here was hanging out in the infirmary with you for a while," Nate told Silver. "Apparently he fucking misplaced a few members of the team and has been barfing them up lately. Anyhow. Chip, you remember Silver. You were there when he evolved last time, and now he's...

Nate's expression hardened. "Yeah. Sounds like a plan." He led the way to the lab; if Chip was in, he'd ask the porygon if he could set up a telescope pointed at the moon for them. <><><>

"Yeah, no shit. I'm glad it's in one piece," Nate said. Joule might have hit it? He did kind of fire off a big blast at the end, there. Normally he'd say it was ridiculous to think that anything like that would end up hitting the fucking moon, but this was the fucking pokéworld, wasn't it...

"Uh, well, got a guy here who just evolved into, uh, a lunala, if that means anything to you. Also has that moon kinda connection, and he says he feels like something's really off. He did some kind of meditation and a burn or something showed up on his chest? Anyway, he wanted to know if...

"I mean, nothing I noticed. But for all we know, it might have been something that happened before any of us got here. Like, Maple and them said they got jumped by something when they first showed up around here, like in space and all. Maybe when they were fighting it, the moon took some...

Well, at least Silver hadn't questioned the ribbon too much. If Nate was lucky, he'd forget all about it. Nate followed Silver outside, keeping up as best he could. The guy was more focused on the moon than him, of course. Nate watched, incredulous, as Silver went through some kind of...

Almost the same as... being a cosmog? Seemed like a weird thing to say, but Silver had definitely already gotten the hang of floating from that, right? Nate frowned, uneasy, but said, "I mean, yeah, let's go see if the moon's still doing okay up there." That goddamn ribbon. He should have taken...

Nate laughed hollowly. "Everything fixed? Around here? Come on, this is Cibus. The bullshit just keeps coming. But Giovanni got his ass kicked pretty hard a couple weeks ago, so that's a plus, at least. Fucker might be out of commission for a little while. We managed to get his big light dragon...

"Yeah, apparently cosmog evolves into a pokémon that sleeps all the time," Nate said, venturing a little closer and then feeling stupid for it. It wasn't like he could offer Silver a hand up or anything. "I hope you, uh. At least had some interesting dreams." Nate glared at the ribbon. Fucking...

Nate shielded his eyes as the light intensified, only for the glow to be snuffed out and the burning heat to be replaced with biting cold. He blinked and squinted into the infirmary as the light slowly returned. Jesus. Dramatic much? But after all that, everything had turned out fine. Nate's...

Nate smiled when Silver started trying to threaten them. "Well, I guess he's feeling better. Hey, Silver, you'd better get waking up if you're gonna pay me back for that o--fuck!" Nate yelped as Silver's body erupted in heat and light, and the goodra dragged him back before he could get burnt up...

"Uh..." Nate looked back and forth between Silver and the gleaming mirrors. Maybe they could kind of push him outside? Nate felt like they were going to want plenty of space, and being out under the real sun just felt right. On the other hand, he had no idea how long it would take to get the...

Today was just full of fucking surprises, wasn't it? Nate squinted up at Silver, not sure if he'd really heard what he thought he'd heard, not sure if the tingling in his chest was hope or anxiety. "Silver? Hey, Silver!" He raised his voice. "You in there?" Turning to the goodra nurse, he said...

Nate jumped when the goodra appeared out of fucking nowhere. Jesus, he thought he was alone in here. Privacy, much? "I thought you guys had an idea of what was going on with him," Nate said, trying to sound casual. "Nobody around seems to know much. I think sleeping all the time's normal, yeah...

Nate still needed to talk to Diyem, kinda urgently, about what the fuck all that Overseer shit was about and what exactly they were supposed to do about it. But when he arrived in the infirmary, the guy wasn't there. Apparently he was all healed up and they were just, like, letting him run...

"Okay, come on!" Rocky said, bounding towards the nearest flower shop. "There should be lots to choose from in here! And we can get the other flowers we were thinking of, too. And you're going to have to help me deliver them," he said with a wink. "I won't be able to carry all of them by...

"Oh! Let's get some ivy flowers, then. You deserve something for helping out," Rocky said. "And we should make a bouquet for Cynthian, too. We can pick out all kinds of flowers if she likes a lot, then. And then when she gets back, she'll have some nice flowers in her room to welcome her home...

"Oh..." Rocky said. "Yes, he should apologize. Umm, but, that's okay!" He could do that one himself. Sunflowers were definitely a good idea. "What's your favorite flower, Ivy? Do you know Cynthian's?"

"Oh, I do know sunflowers! They would look great in other colors." If he was going to get some just for himself, Rocky would get all the different colors, naturally. "But if the yellow ones are special, those are the ones we can get. And I won't try to eat any!" It was great that there were...

Rocky leaned forward eagerly while the smaller familiar considered. She was obviously thinking really hard, so whatever she came up with was bound to be great! But when Ivy announced her answer, Rocky was silent for a moment. "What's... What's a 'carnation?'" he asked.