After having spent a rather uneventful night with nagi miwa in the tent (there was no reception on the island and she'd brought no games with her; how else were they supposed to pass the time in there?), Andrea woke up to the chirping of the birds. She let out a big yawn and stretched her limbs within the limited space the tent offered her, before getting dressed and stepping outside.

Much to her profound surprise, the birds whose chirping had woken her up were pink. The Zigzagoon were pink, the Lillipup were pink, and by the holy ring of Arceus, the Joltik were pink! Andrea marveled at the rosy fauna surrounding them, not believing her eyes. Zinnia, being ever the helpful guide, explained that the reason for their pinkness was related to their diets.

The young PokéManiac stared inquisitively at Zinnia, then at the pink Pokémon, then back at Zinnia, then back at the Pokémon, and finally back at Zinnia a third time. "Unique diets, huh? Is that why your hair is pink?" The dragon-cosplaying girl mused, before pointing at the tree that bore the island's rare, namesake fruit. "Gimme that berry! I wanna turn pink too!" She declared out of the blue.

Before the overly enthusiastic girl could climb that tree herself and stuff her face with as many berries as she could, Zinnia told them it was time to head out. The ranger handed the crew a number of tasks that needed fulfilling, telling each person to pick one. Andrea groaned in mild frustration, but agreed nonetheless. "Fine, we'll do chores first. But I AM gonna eat those berries later!"

Opting for the job that best suited her skill set and required the least amount of brain power, Andre went to help clear up the game trail with the help of her Pokémon. For her Kangaskhan, moving hefty wooden logs was a piece of cake, stacking them together in a neat pile further away from the trail. Andrea tried her best to carry one of the heavier branches too with her pencil thin arms, grunting and struggling all the way through.

//declares her desire to eat the berries and turn pink
//decides to help clear the game trail with the help of her KANGASKHAN

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"your brother?"[break][break]

one of many, as matias recalls, so it's nice to finally be able to put a face to a name. he waves at ollie morales, then again at kyle lopez as they begin setting up camp.[break][break]

the night passes uneventfully. the next day, however? he hopes it'll be far more eventful.[break][break]

with everyone split along the different tasks, matias chooses the one that's empty at the moment and heads over to the RIVER.[break][break]

"maybe we can bring back enough berries to turn you pink, virizion."[break][break]

but then it'd defeat the purpose of virizion loving nature and all. green for nature, right?[break][break]

either way, virizion speeds off to collect spare planks while matias starts working the tools.

[attr="class","ooc"]jMm0i6Ys[break]
pinkan island![break]
- going to fix the BROKEN BRIDGE by the RIVER[break]
- feel free to join![break]

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CJ’s sleep is fitful, if it comes at all. Not a stranger to snoozing under the stars, their mind is just too whirlwind-like, a broken blender of anxiety and hope and wonder, to find rest. They have vague recollections of dozing, but distinctly remember seeing the sun peek out over the horizon-- so they’re up and alert when Zinnia calls for waking, backpack strapped on, buzzing with the lingering jitters of a night of intermittent sleep.
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The collection of pink Pokemon poking at the remnants of their night of camping could put a Victoria’s Secret campaign to shame.
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It’s, erm. Pink.
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CJ laughs during the silence that follows. Unfortunately.
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Zinnia lays out the back-cover summary of Why Pinkan Island is Pink and for all CJ wishes to delve into the meat of the matter-- namely, the genetics and science of what’s going on here-- they reel that in because, above all, they have a deep and abiding respect for nature. Plus, they did their time as a Ranger in Snowpoint, and they understand how tiring it can be dealing with tourists.
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They eat their rations and properly dispose of everything before releasing Norrigal (in keeping with the color scheme) before falling in the queue to follow Zinnia into the heart of the island. Everything is pink. CJ has the image of a strawberry Starburst in their head. Like the entire island is made out of a forbidden snacc.
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They’re distracted by the thought of unlawful consumption when they hear their name cheerily called through the air; they turn a sharp about-face, hands on backpack straps. Norrigal rubs lazily over the backs of their calves, wrapping around their ankles.
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“That’s a-me, CJ-o,” they say, excited at being recognized and failing to be ashamed of their corniness. They hurry to stand beside Eva, only sort of tripping over Norrigal on the way.
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“Can you go help clear the path?” they asked their Espeon, who yawns, disinterested, before stalking off to assist in lifting debris out of the road with her psychic abilities. While Norrigal is doing that, they go about collecting supplies to help Eva rebuild nests.
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“I have some bandage material we could probably use for securing the nests, if we need to tie anything to a branch, or something,” they say, gathering some thinner twigs that are spry and bendable. “Too bad we don’t have any old tissue boxes.”

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KJeU_A7H

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+ (wearing) [break]
tl;dr they're here ig. their espeon is helping clear out the ponyta path while CJ is assisting Eva Morales and Toshiaki Macallan assemble and replace nests.

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it's so pink.[break][break]

unlike Andrea Vaneau, who woke with the wherewithal to level her gattling gun of questions at zinnia before the sun has even crested the sky, nagi is dangerously close to face-planting into his porridge. it's pink is as far as his thought processes can take him this early, though he manages to mumble a greeting to PENELOPE LIVY on instinct when he sees her. it's an auto-piloted, incomprehensible g'af'rmoon. [break][break]

not a morning person by habit, he had reaped the spoils of his haphazard sleep schedule the night before: it had been late when he had finally drifted off into a fitful doze, long after the rumbling had ceased, only to wake what felt like minutes after to sun in his eyes and the raucous rattling of a cowbell. [break][break]

he needs a full bucket of coffee, delivered intravenously. because the world is cruel, what he gets, instead, is a list of chores. [break][break]

the walk wakes him up, at least. enough for him to take note of the strange hitch in zinnia's voice as she changes track mid-explanation: are used to u—...? tongue-tied, perhaps? it is inhumanely early. [break][break]

he files the thought away for later, and follows the trail down to the BERRY PLOTS.[break][break]

as Johanna Joy wrangles the whimsicott, nagi trails after her trevenant, assisting it with the grunt work of gathering weeds and fallen branches — leaving the bulk of the actual gardening work to the grass-type's expertise. happiny toddles at their feet, gathering whatever berries she can get her stubby hands on. more berries, in fact, than could be believed from its diminutive size. [break][break]

“oh my god,” he says, as happiny sequesters her fifteenth berry into the bottomless recesses of her pouch. “you’re doraemon.”

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[attr="class","ooc"] @ PINKAN [break]
• barely slept[break]
• notices the strange break in zinnia's explanation[break]
• helps clear the BERRY PLOTS, as his happiny gathers berries [break]

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