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Blue made a mental note that Xanthan couldn't technically account for the klefki or the hoopa today, but either way the guy sounded sincere and apologetic enough. Disappointing, honestly; Blue could've used the excuse to yell and blow off a little steam, but the raw shame radiating off this guy...

Hm, that was a shame. Still, they were gonna have to start putting together a picture of what people had been doing during the various disappearances anyway; just meant they'd need to ask for everyone's story about what they'd been up to before while they were at it. Which, hm, by the way...

Blue blinked, confused. "Would we even be able to take the stuff back with us? Or spend the money? What currency do you even use here, what if the exchange rate— gah, never mind, not the point. What about the guests themselves? Which ones are from—" ugh "—this world here, and which ones were...

It was hard to retain an imposing, confident demeanor with a pidgeotto (...? something was very off about this one, not at all like Pidgeot before she'd evolved) fluttering around his head and chattering inanely. "It seems pretty obvious, at least to me," he said, unable to keep a slight growl...

From above, perched on Charizard's back while the dragon did a quick circle around the cove, the second disappearance site looked just as crowded as the first, if not moreso. Which was probably technically a bad thing—seemed like the hoopa thingy had invited a whole boatload of lookie-loos...

Oh, thank god, he'd gotten the hint. And was still yammering, and oversharing, but the important part was that the conversation was moving in the general direction of no longer being a thing. There was actually a chance that Blue and Gyarados could have their quiet morning before it turned into...

Man, but this guy kept wobbling riiight on the edge of oversharing, didn't he? What was he telling Blue all this for? Was he still running on "we're actively really good friends now even though that's not what Blue actually said", or did he regularly chat up random strangers about sensory...

Blue snorted. 'Gyarados diplomacy', huh. That was sure one way to put it. He'd seen Gramps's gyarados when she raged in battle and had a hard time coming down from it, seen Daisy's throw a fit when a rival coordinator's pokémon had cheated; he was all too aware how fortunate he was that Gyarados...

"That's not what I— we're not—" Hrg. Should've thought a little longer, found a better way to word that. Of course the guy took that to mean they were bestest buddies already. Did he really expect making new friends to some so easily? That wasn't how that worked, in Blue's experience. But he was...

Now, Blue didn't have time to unpack all of that. Or, well, he had plenty of time, he was stuck there for two weeks until Monturdface got bored and had that hoopa thing send them home. He didn't have the patience to unpack all of that, so sue him. He opened his mouth to respond, but the only...

...fuck. Blue had just gotten a solid grip on Gyarados's crown so he could swing himself up, and as Wallace jogged closer and closer he gave some very serious consideration to simply ignoring the guy and climbing on anyway. Alas, something in Gyarados's wide-eyed look of confusion made him...

Blue had spent most of the previous day with Charizard, so today it was Gyarados's turn. If absolutely nothing else, he owed the poor guy a more thorough explanation of what he'd been dragged into. (And the bigger thing they'd all been dragged into, apparently. Hooray.) Charizard had apparently...