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"Well! That wasn't how I expected that to work." :quag:

Palkia clapped its claws together. "The Mightyena has a gift of invulnerability! Excellent, that helps quite a lot. That sort of gift... it'd be rather useful for either Naughty or Nice, wouldn't you say? But generally... if the last one standing on the Naughty team has that gift, they'd...

There was a noticeable lilt to Palkia's movements the next morning. The perpetually angry, tired, and anxious fox man was gone, and the party was a lot worse off for it. "I don't believe Jesse had the power to eliminate guests," Palkia said simply. "When he said that his power was a liability...

"Ah, so there is a pool, excellent. Well, you'd hate to get sunburnt," Palkia said, pretending to forget that the lotion would serve no practical purpose. After the rather elaborate piece of performance art that was Zeke's hoodie-removal (there was surely a good reason why the procedure needed...

"Apparently it's good for your fur!" Palkia declared cheerfully, with almost no apparent acknowledgement of Zeke's flustered state. Almost. "I'm unsure if changing into swim trunks is mandatory--you might have to ask the Wii. Do we even have a swimming pool here?" the dragon mused, pouring...

"Well, apparently it requires suntan lotion despite this stuff having no effect on fur!" Palkia called out cheerfully, holding up the bottle. "I imagine it's a cultural thing."

Palkia put a claw to its chin in thought. It didn't intend to dampen the festivities, which could only mean... "Zeke! We're in desperate need of a substitute for some 'unrestrained summer fun'!"

"Oh, I'd love to! 'Fraid the little one's about to pass out though. Some other time maybe. Speaking of, is there really any benefit to applying suntan lotion to fur?" the spatial dragon asked with apparent sincerity. "Honest question, this body hasn't got any."

Palkia patted the Oshawott reassuringly. "No need to worry, I doubt you'll be called to take part in the summer fun~"

"Ah yes, the journals. I've memorized mine!" Palkia declared cheerfully. The space dragon then phased through the floor and reappeared next to the Wii, leaving Zeke unguarded.

“Fraid you’ve got me mixed up with this universe’s Palkia. Can’t blame you, there seems to be a lot of me.”

“Apologies for the momentary nonexistence!” Palkia exclaimed, barging back into the room balancing far too many steaming coffee cups on its arms. “I take mine with everything, but I also brought some more ‘standard’ additions~”

"It's certainly possible," Palkia mused. "I'd had my suspicions after the Rotom opted to end the day early rather than attempt to defend themselves. I'm also still rather interested to hear what sort of gift Tabitha's got, as he's one of the few that hasn't come clean."

"I'm never allowed to break things this badly back home. Well done!"

"Allllllright, let's all just calm down shall we?" Palkia asked, stepping between the Delphox and the Zangoose and delicately separating the two with its claws, which tingled with latent dragon-type energy. "What say I make us all some fresh coffee and we have a little chat about what we plan...

Palkia tilted its head at him. "👍♋■🕯⧫ ⬧♋⮹ ⧫♒♋⧫ 🖐 ♋🔾📪 ■□📬"

Palkia picked up the binder, eyes shining. "Fragments of the past, you say?" While the spatial dragon was perusing the equations, the arm that it had crossed behind its back had somehow reached through space to tap Zeke's when no one was looking.

"Anyway, as much fun as it is standing around debating soul theory, we really do need to get that ski lift moving," Palkia said, drifting to the front of the crowd and waving at the Zangoose. "Be a dear and switch it on, won't you?"

Palkia raised a claw. "I have! And this breaks every single one of the rules! Giratina would throw a fit." It sounded very pleased with this.

"While we're on the topic of bingo-balls-no-one-else-can-see... I don't suppose anyone here's got any use for G58, have they?"