(01) why do you do when you don't have a clue
[Intro, action 913 Bilko]
[Well, this is strange.
Of all the places he's been, at least around Unova, he doesn't have any sort of preparation for waking up in a bed more comfortable than he'd been in... ever, next to a woman he'd never even met before. His first instinct is to get away, so he slides quietly from the bed, doing a light-footed exploration of the room.
He was in pictures, with the woman in his bed and children he didn't recognize. There were clothes in the drawers and closet, all in his size. Someone had invented a life for him, kidnapped him.
Taking the clothes was better than staying in pajamas, so he does change, and there's a subtle sigh of relief when he can actually open the door.
Unfortunately, as he creeps down the stairs and into the house proper, there are no signs of his friends. Not even any Pokéballs; though he dislikes using them, it seems like it would be the most logical place for them to be if he's been kidnapped. But there's nothing.
It would do them no good to be panicking, so he doesn't. Still, his exploration of the house is tense, suspicious; it would also do him no good to be attacked by his kidnapper.]
[Phone]
...There's no dial tone. Does it even work?
[The question is a bit more distant, as though he's pulled the mouthpiece away to say it.]
[Action]
[N is walking the streets, up and down, pretty much all over town. He has a notebook and is jotting down important landmarks, but mostly he's looking. Exploring. The sights and smells are foreign, unlike any town he'd been to in his wanderings of Unova, and not in a good way. There's not a Pokémon to be seen, and so many people seem... like actors. He doesn't approach the actors; whoever set this up, he doesn't want to be a part of it.]
(ooc: I'M SO SORRY FOR SLOW ;; I'm still a bit shaky with his voice. But everyone will have full threads! They just might not move lightning-fast. D: Please forgive.)
[Well, this is strange.
Of all the places he's been, at least around Unova, he doesn't have any sort of preparation for waking up in a bed more comfortable than he'd been in... ever, next to a woman he'd never even met before. His first instinct is to get away, so he slides quietly from the bed, doing a light-footed exploration of the room.
He was in pictures, with the woman in his bed and children he didn't recognize. There were clothes in the drawers and closet, all in his size. Someone had invented a life for him, kidnapped him.
Taking the clothes was better than staying in pajamas, so he does change, and there's a subtle sigh of relief when he can actually open the door.
Unfortunately, as he creeps down the stairs and into the house proper, there are no signs of his friends. Not even any Pokéballs; though he dislikes using them, it seems like it would be the most logical place for them to be if he's been kidnapped. But there's nothing.
It would do them no good to be panicking, so he doesn't. Still, his exploration of the house is tense, suspicious; it would also do him no good to be attacked by his kidnapper.]
[Phone]
...There's no dial tone. Does it even work?
[The question is a bit more distant, as though he's pulled the mouthpiece away to say it.]
[Action]
[N is walking the streets, up and down, pretty much all over town. He has a notebook and is jotting down important landmarks, but mostly he's looking. Exploring. The sights and smells are foreign, unlike any town he'd been to in his wanderings of Unova, and not in a good way. There's not a Pokémon to be seen, and so many people seem... like actors. He doesn't approach the actors; whoever set this up, he doesn't want to be a part of it.]
(ooc: I'M SO SORRY FOR SLOW ;; I'm still a bit shaky with his voice. But everyone will have full threads! They just might not move lightning-fast. D: Please forgive.)