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[attr="class","illeana i"]she wakes a little later than the group. typically not a morning person, it's no surprise she looks slightly exhausted. where's the coffee when you need it?

joining the rest of the group with PENELOPE LIVY , she's yawning every now and then as zinnia talks. sleep gradually releases her from its clutches long enough for her to pay attention to the history of the island itself.

and as pink pokemon make themselves known, she's growing more excited. such pretty creatures. her mind wanders to their genetic structure, to wanting to see what it holds. are the berries simply dying them pink or is it more complicated than that? do the berries they eat somehow alter their phenotypes?

by the end of the explanation, she's distracted and barely listening. the group begins to break off into smaller clusters, ready to work. and she, just now snapping to attention, turns to PENELOPE LIVY with a small smile.

"let's get to work," she murmurs. boundaries keep her from reaching for the reporter's hand but she steps closer to initiate the team aspect of their sleeping arrangement.

as she's about to pick between the jobs, mint frost catches her eye. he's familiar, a welcome teammate after the tiered tearoom experience. he also looks to be heading to comfort the frightened vulpix. without hesitation, she steps forward to join him.

"need some help?" her smile widens and she gestures for penelope to follow.

her golurk moves to begin helping rebuild the bridge while illeana looks to offer some gentle pets for the vulpix while they wait.

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pinkan adventure.

tl;dr:
- excited!
- pink pink pink
- good meow meow morning!
- tries to drag PENELOPE LIVY with her to do a job together
- joining mint frost in helping the vulpix
- golurk helps rebuild the bridge

"I'll be right out." He called back to Martín del Mar as he left their shared tent to get some breakfast. His bunkmate had been holding his lower back in an odd way, but Barnaby didn't think much of it given the positions they'd slept in the night before and their uncomfortable accommodations.

Before starting his day, Barnaby was fiddling with a large electronic device he'd packed away for the trip. It was a drone, meant to be manned by his ROTOM, Esprit, to document the island and their adventures here. Testing it now, the drone had power, was still able to be turned on and manipulated by the ROTOM, but its ability to record video was compromised. At best, it was only able to pick up staticky images and crackled background noise. Just great.

It seemed this journalist would have to do things old school.

With a sigh, Barnaby tucked the device into the duffel bag in his tent. He wouldn't be needing it anytime soon. Instead, he packed a weather resistant journal and waterproof pens into a smaller hiking backpack, among other necessities, and then set out to join the group around their campsite.

A wonderfully roseate morning greeted him; everywhere there was pink, from the foliage to the various species of Pokémon lingering around the area. It was all rather foreign, but in a charming and refreshing way. Barnaby took a moment to take a few notes before following Zinnia and the rest to begin the relief efforts for the day.

Given the options, Barnaby decided to follow Martín del Mar down the GAME TRAIL (but not before casting a longing glance toward the pink VULPIX in the distance). The path was riddled with fallen trees and branches, making it hard for the local wildlife to traverse. He instructed Gabrielle to begin cutting the larger logs into smaller pieces using SWIFT. After his pleasant chat by the fire last night, Barnaby himself had a mind to collect tinder for the fire this evening. He'd likely pass by Andrea Vaneau and lilith eirwin while doing so, to which he'd offer the two women a pleasant smile.

He looked up when Mars beckoned, seeing the beautiful PONYTA farther up the trail. "Oh," Barnaby breathed out, truly marveled by the sight. "They're gorgeous."

If the blush-colored ponies weren't enough, his friend then revealed another rarity to boggle at: SPECTRIER! "Where have you been hiding this one, Martín?" He asked, gently patting the spectral horse's rump before it trotted off to join the PONYTA. "I'm jealous!"

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• drone doesn't work :C
• helping on the GAME TRAIL
• PERSIAN using SWIFT to cut larger logs
• jelly of SPECTRIER

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bunking with Gwyar Wledig proves simple, and effective. greyson spends an hour or so at the campfire at night, sharing a short, uncomfortably awkward time with PENELOPE LIVY. but, after a while, their conversation smooths out and ends with small bits of laugher.
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with the next day coming bright and early, and the fact he's taking this as a vacation, the hesitation in their troop leaders words go unnoticed - or, at the very minimum, unspoken of.
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it's a no brain that he chooses to help fix the berry patch along the likes of Elisabeth Fiorelli, and the many others. his love of gardening had carried him far, and this would be no exceptiton.
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settling down he gets to work, hands deep in the soil, humming a tune that resonates from... well, he doesn't know quite, but it's catchy.

[attr="class","notes"]@adventure[break]no brain, just vibes.[break]at the BERRY PATCH.[break][break]hpoAqY_A

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As the golden sun dipped down into the rolling hills of this foreign island, Penelope kept up, wishing to spend a few hours by the fire pit, knees pressed up against her chest. There was an indescribable quiet that came with nightfall - one that whispered familiar comforts far beyond anything else. To those who joined her, she'd try to mingle and mesh laughs together, always preferring to share the warmth of jovial conversation than bask in the quiet, alone.


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When magnet and yellow painted the sky, Penelope rose up from the rough sleep arrangements, weariness crusting her eyes. It took a bit of jostling on her end to fully jolt herself back to life, but in due time, she was up and ready to work.
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Revitalized by the sweet scent of the balmy spring air, the woman smiled as she followed illeana reyes towards the crowd. Whenever her eyes would catch nagi miwa's, a much fiercer expression would emerge, as she'd snatch the opportunity to remind him of their objective: to write  everything down for later. This happened more than an handful of times as Zinna droned on about the pinkan berries. 
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Eventually, after a overly detailed explanation, the crowd dispersed once more, allowing the two women to continue on their way. Turning, she offered a matching smile to illeana reyes. "Sounds good!~"
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The woman followed the head scientist over to the river bank, where several other people gathered. Some, like angelo vestri , held hidden tales behind their eyes, while others required no further explanation to garner the reporter's attention.
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Out of the ladder category, two notable faces emerged.
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"I'll be right back," she whispered into the scientist's ear. Lips fixing into a journalistic smile, the woman inched her way towards MATIAS SILPH and Thomas Benoit , who were both stuck mending the bridge a few paces over. As she did, two Pokémon emerged from her pockets; a Garchomp and Dragonite, both which were given hushed directives to help aid the ongoing efforts.
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Hands tugging her hair into a loose bun, the woman approached the duo. "Mind if I help out?"
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She didn't wait for an answer.

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-spends the night by the fire, talking to anyone who would join [break]
- follows illeana to the explaination[break]
- stares at nagi to WRITE THIS SHIT DOWN [break]
- joins illeana in mending the bridge [break]
- only to leave illeana n go network/work w matias n thomas

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[attr="class","ollieollie"] "Ollie!"

[break][break] His head whips around at the sound of his name (Eva Morales ) but when he turns, he can't pick out where he heard it from. There are plenty of people in the camp, enough to disguise the sound of his voice, even if it does sound like the utterance came from someone familiar. Perhaps too familiar.

[break][break] " — EVA?!" the ranger shouts almost as soon as he recognizes his sister, just as MATIAS SILPH waves at him. It takes everything in him not to go spring over — but once again, they're being t old that its time for dinner and probably bedtime. Perhaps now it not the time to interrogate his dear sister, but damn if he was going to let her get away again. Tomorrow, he tells himself.

[break][break] Soon enough, they all gather to their designated tent at the end of the night and Ollie finds himself bunking up with cool guy kyle lopez . Luckily for the Hoenn champion, Ollie knocks out like a light — it was a busy day after all.

[break][break] Tomorrow arrives, perhaps sooner than expected, and Ollie is an early riser. Well, today. Because he has plans. Emerald eyes immediately search for his sister's as breakfast is being made, and as Zinnia explains their tasks for the day. He's sent to go assist in helping rebuild broken nests and much like those nests, to repair his broken relationship with his sister.

[break][break] He's piling a bundle of twigs and branche to his Wydeer's pack, when he sees the flash of familiar blond hair. Hell if he was going to let her get away again.

[break][break] Ollie runs after her, only to be stopped by ... well, gravity. She was up in the trees - once again far away from him.

[break][break] "Eva!" he shouts. "Get down here!"

[attr="class","ooc"] #PINKANRAID [break]
(Eva Dumont )

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[break][break] — helps Eva Morales in getting supplie and rebuilding bird nests
[break][break] — sry im vacation mode hoefully this is ok
[break][break] — ollie is like wtf sis

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