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[attr="class","illeana i"]she's too preoccupied with being secured into the pendulum ride that she doesn't even notice the man beside her...

at least, until his mouth opens - the voice is too familiar for her to ignore. try as she might, her head still snaps over regardless and the look that greets him is simply owlish.

"what the -"

she doesn't get to finish the sentence.

her heart lurches up into her throat and a sharp scream cuts off any profanities she was about to sling his way.

faintly, she just barely registers the clawing of her hand against his arm - struggling to find some sense of security as the ride swings back around again.

Remiel Calcifet

Somehow Remiel manages to croak out a word relatively quickly after catching that breath he'd lost. Though pain could be a great motivator, to say the least. "Ow! Ow! HNSSSS! Illeana you're clawing into me!" Had her nails gotten sharper since the last time?

Before she can really respond, however, the sailboat reaches its peak before plunging backward once more. Gravity pins them against their seats as they fall in reverse. Unfortunately, gravity didn't seem strong enough to keep her hair from whipping his face with the violent air current that swept through.

When the sailboat reaches its next peak, Remiel uses those precious few moments to get her hair out of his face and spit out whatever traces of it had entered his mouth on accident. Meanwhile, a SPRINGTIDE STORM stirs around them as Herschel excitedly prepares to launch them forward even faster than before.

And to think, Remiel had been this close to visiting the MAGIKARP FISHING game booth instead.

He'd clearly chosen wrong.

✨ PROMPT CLEARED!

✔️ Involve or reference a Magikarp Fishing Game

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illeana reyes

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[attr="class","illeana i"]his hisses of pain fall on deaf ears - all she can hear is her own shrieking as the ride continue to whip through the air.

her hair whips up into a frenzy with the momentum, smacking against both of their faces in the process. it stings, she notes with a gasp. not enough to cause harm but definitely enough to cause skin irritation.

as he guides her hair away from his face, she feels her stomach lurch. it does flips, mimicking the path of the ride, and she can feel the very demanding beginnings of nausea. a few gulps of air will not be able to help her here...

"oh no..."

it's faint - a soft, trembling whimper. she is going to hurl soon if they do not get off this ride now.

and as springtide storm begins to push them into a faster speed, the only thought that pops up before the inevitable horror is a simple regret: she should have done the stupid tug-o-war contest instead.

unfortunately for remiel, herself, and everyone around them... the head scientist loses a bit of her lunch right onto his pants.

Remiel Calcifet

He'd turned to look at her in the last moment they had before the sailboat dove down again. He'd known her long enough to see the signs and understand her cue clearly. Rather than scold Herschel or try to get him to stop, all Remiel can manage is a single, worried word:

"... Illie?"

BLEEEEEEEEEGGHHHHHH!

And screams fill the air as they plunge.

Joyful screams.

Horrified screams.

Revolted gags.

✦ ✦ ✦

Remiel had been hastily ushered out of government buildings, press ambushes, and fancy restaurants beneath the cover of a jacket enough times to do the same for illeana reyes when she needed it. The royal did his best to ignore the vile substances that used to be Illeana's lunch dripping down his pant leg as they made a beeline for the restrooms. Neither of them shared a word with one another during the transition.

Herschel, in the meantime, had retreated into the shell of his green apple since the incident and refused to come out. Remiel scowled down at that suddenly quiet and inactive apple shell as he'd gone about wiping himself clean with copious amounts of paper towels, hot water, and hand soap. After doing everything he could, however, he lamented the fact that the stain remained.

The black-haired prince emerges out into the alleyway from the men's restroom with his jacket now tied around his waist. He fails to find Illeana there, and figures she's still in the women's restroom tidying up. Just when he begins to occupy his time by patting the claw marks on his arm with a wet square of paper towel he'd saved, a loud bang draws his attention to the night sky above.

The FIREWORKS SHOW had started. It meant the carnival in Dewford Town would end in about an hour or so. And it felt like he'd spent most of it cleaning his ex's puke from his lap.

He sighs.

✨ PROMPT CLEARED!

✔️ Watch the fireworks show on the final day before the Carnival leaves

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illeana reyes

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[attr="class","illeana i"]getting off the ride and being ushered into a bathroom is a bit of a queasy blur - punctured by the occasional gag and simmering nausea. she holds up well enough to not puke much more, though there is no saving remiel's pants now...

and after she cleans herself up and dispels whatever remains from her stomach, the scientist leaves the bathroom with a less green look to her features.

somewhere overhead, the fireworks show has begun with a loud boom. it echoes, fizzling before dying out against the sky. another is quick to follow its path, each one shining bright until they fade.

and beneath an illuminated sky, she finds remiel waiting for her. it's a kindness, perhaps, that she does not deserve.

"i'm, uh, sorry for that."

embarrassment and remorse no longer suit her in this day and age, but she still wears it well enough to be familiar.

another firework echoes above them. it paints her hair in a plethora of colors.

"are your pants ruined?"

Remiel Calcifet

He turns at the sound of her voice. Was that a sorry he'd just heard from Illeana? He almost pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. But, when he registered the cold soap-scrubbed stain of his pants against his thigh again, that was no longer needed.

"It happens, I guess," He answers, leaning against the wall where he's propped his sheltered Applin up on a ledge. Looking down at his pants, however, he chuckles. "And yeah... I'd say these are getting tossed out when I get home for sure... are you alright though?" The black-haired royal asks, pausing for another thunderous burst of fireworks above before continuing.

"I've never seen you hurl before. Is there somebody you need to call? Someone you came with here, maybe?" Perhaps that was too personal a question. Regardless, he was legitimately curious.

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illeana reyes

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[attr="class","illeana i"]a quick bob of her head signals good health, even if it feels tentative.

"i'm okay."

and really, she is. residual rolls of nausea subside as quickly as they come and she's left to exist in a state of perpetual grossness. it will not leave her nervous system until she goes home and showers.

as another volley of fireworks echo overhead, his question rises. it lingers like the firework smoke - heavy and idle in the air.

"no."

she clears her throat awkwardly, words threatening to choke her.

"i'm by myself - no need to call anyone. i'll be fine, really."

besides, the thought of him needing to call someone for her picks at annoyance beneath her skin. it settles in the same way her stomach does - uneasy and tumultuous.

Remiel Calcifet

There's a pause afterward as Remiel gauges the truth of her current state with a look. As the latest firework casts his features in a cool blue glow, however, the royal ultimately accepts her answer with a nod. "Alright then."

If he'd learned one thing from the years they'd known each other, it was not to press illeana reyes on something that was ultimately rather trivial. Instead, the exiled prince takes a moment to cross his arms and admire the fireworks show above. The lights were taking shape now. One of them became a grinning Gengar.

"It's the last night of the festival for Dewford Town, so I guess they're going all out." Remiel remarks. "I don't even remember the last time I had a chance to stand around and watch the fireworks show..."

Meanwhile, too intrigued by the sound of the explosions above, Herschel peeks out of his apple with his set of bright yellow eyes and marvels at the lights.

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illeana reyes

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