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"Nope. Fuck this. I'm going back to bed." Dave turned around and padded back to the Hidden Quarters, flopping back down on one of the beds.

Beta-read half of a one-shot (13 pages) for NebulaDreams yesterday.

"Not exactly a substitute for playing an instrument that doesn't knock out the audience, then, is it?" Dave said. "But yeah. Let's get back. For my parts, I want something to eat. And drink." With that, they headed back towards the dojo.

"Ah, well, it's not that, exactly." Dave glanced away. "It's... she got shot in the arm, has some nerve damage. But even if she physically could, there's some legal shit going on so she couldn't attend lessons anyways. It's a load of bullshit but it is what it is." Dave blinked at the conjured...

Dave nodded along. "Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. Not exactly how we think it went in my world, but..." Hold on, how did the same Pokémon species evolve in different ways in all these different worlds? ...All of this just made his head hurt. Whatever. If there was world-hopping and a billion...

Dave nodded slowly. "In my world at least, Grass Pokémon are biologically distinct from actual plants. They've basically got a standard Pokémon genome in a symbiotic relationship with plant DNA. Actually part of how... I worked out how to artificially make human and Pokémon genomes work...

"So do you all study some science, math, et cetera? Or is it just a some individuals who are particularly interested thing?" He supposed you'd have less need for education when you had Pokémon's powers. Then he fully processed the first thing he'd said. "Wait, wait, wait, hold up. Feral Roselia?"

"Well, she's... not technically. It's complicated." Dave watched the vines, fascinated. "Huh. Don't think Roselia can do that in my world." Another sapience adaptation, coming with increased need for tool use and precision? Or maybe they'd always been different in his world? "Hmm. Do you know...

"Scared of things you don't fully understand, huh. Guess some things really are constants of sapience." Dave looked away, sighing. "Yeah. Okay. It's fine. They're used to getting shit like that." He looked back at Cynthian, who was pleading as if presenting a bouquet, and winced. "No, I'm fine...

Dave scowled. "Hey, fuck off. You've never even met her, Jesus." "Huh. Can't do that over in my world." Was this another general talking Pokémon thing, or specific to this one's? He was about to explain Katherine was made artificially, but actually, never fucking mind if he was going to be an...

Dave chuckled. "Hah. No, she's... not a Roselia. Imagine a human, but her fingers are rose petals and she's got spikes on her head. No vines or moulting there. She had to kind of learn to deal from scratch, because, you know, human society assumes you've got hands, and in my world, uh, Pokémon...

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...