who needs presents when you have cold, hard PLANS???

[vacationless]

[Silver has been a goddamn recluse since coming to the island. His time consists of planning, more planning, and occasionally taking the time to soothe (or be soothed by) his significant other. At first, the plans were fairly reasonable and fairly relevant. Then they started getting weird. Then, he ran out of possibilities for home and started

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[restartworld]

Oh dear, I hadn't expected you out of hiding. I was almost fearful you'd grown ill.

[vacationless]

That should be the last thing you fear. [closing the notebook.]

[restartworld]

I'm not attuned to fear, though I worry. One Champion to another.

Claiming victory without truely defeating you would end this battle off most bitterly.

[vacationless]

Hmph. I already had my person I had to beat fairly. You're nothing.

[gtgberserk]

...A laser cannon?

[vacationless]

I've seen stranger, on this island. They could- strap it to the back of a giant bug or something. Paint it purple. It would be stupid, but it would work.

[gtgberserk]

...Do you mean us, or Sinnoh?

[vacationless]

The island could give it to either. That's what makes it a pain to plan for.

[typeless]

Sir? [Leaf was walking around and happened to pass by Silver.

And like the over prepared lady she is, she'll hand him an empty journal.]

[vacationless]

[Empty journal accepted!] Thank you.

[typeless]

Of course, sir.

[It's her job to help! Even though it's not usually in this way.]

Are those plans? [They sound more like components of planns.]

[vacationless]

Notes to be made into an official plan once... [frown] once I'm let back in the house. Fuckin'...

[tsuntrader]

[Oh. otherself.] Welcome back to the land of the living.

[vacationless]

Rumors of my death have been greatly fucking exaggerated.

[tsuntrader]

Maybe you're actually a zombie. You're starting to look like one. [GET SOME SLEEP AND REST AND SUN AND... STUFF]

[vacationless]

That'd be great, if I were. Could lose an arm and not give a shit. [HE GETS... SLEEP! PLENTY OF SLEEP. he is pale as fuck, though.]

[flopfrown]

[Huh what, Unova? What? Huh? (Ingo, you shouldn't eavesdrop on people you're walking past...)

While he only barely heard the mention of Unova, Silver's mutter about paper was much more audible. Ingo pauses, hand idly reaching into his coat pocket; he does have a small notebook used for keeping track of subway duties, but since there hasn't been a subway, it's empty.... ....]

Excuse me... [He offers the plain, spiral notebook with one hand.] Here.

[vacationless]

Thanks. [accepting- ... wait a goddamn minute, who the hell are you???] ... Nice hat.

[flopfrown]

[HE'S A FOREIGNER THAT'S WHO. isn't it a nice hat?? it makes him look even taller than he already is!

The inflection Silver put on the word causes him to quirk an eyebrow briefly. Sh...should he say thank you...?

....WORDLESS NODS ARE ALWAYS SAFER.] It's regulation.

[vacationless]

[FOREIGNERS!!!] ... Regulation?