To say that was quite the overstatement of the year. Summer let a bowl burn on the stove, after all. She knew Mars was playing some sort of game, and she couldn't help but be enticed to see what reaction would be pulled from Barnaby.

"Mars, too. I wasn't the only one working in the kitchen. He helped with these."

Two could play at that game.

The stewardess brought the leftover chocolates, and Barnaby was offered them. Summer waited for his reaction, but she frowned. Of course, she was no professional, but...

"What? Surely you don't think that they look awful?"

He wouldn't completely insult her to her face like that, would he?

Martín del Mar BARNABY FINCH

☉

So, added on their to-do list was the ferris wheel. Given, it wasn't like their list was a lengthy one anyway, but the longer than seem to stay, the more things appeared to catch Summer's attention.

"Nighttime? Okay. We can go at the end of the evening, then," she confirmed with a nod.

Leave it to her to believe she was making the final say.

She was startled by the quick grab, the press of cheeks, and looked completely off guard for the picture he took of them both. Her ears were pointed sideways a bit from the sudden pose, and her face turned a pinkish hue from embarrassment.

"I-I wasn't even ready!" she protested, adjusting her ears.

However, she didn't beg for a retake. It wasn't as if she was taking the photo for her. It was all about remembering today, remembering who she spent it with. She did look good, she made sure of that, but her own appearance didn't matter as much for the memory.

And, she took his hand. It was an act of comfort for her, being in this alien surrounding. Barnaby seemed willing to do what it took to make her happy. She appreciated that in the least.

"What- hey!"

Barnaby's FLAREON tail bounced behind him as he took off, definitely having a head start and having longer legs than she did. Taking off after him, Summer only stopped when she reached the stall, grabbing her ears.

"Cheater!"

BARNABY FINCH

☉

Remiel's voice and his hands intertwining with hers were a welcomed presence as she shivered from the cold. And terror? But she would not admit something like that. She was too proud to say that she was terrified about what had just happened.

"An illusion. It feels entirely too real," Summer said, her own breath billowing in clouds as she spoke.

She nodded in agreement, allowing Remy to lead her to the village ahead of them. It looked like it was out of a storybook, a fairytale. Something she'd read as a small child.

"Remy... who or what is Goetia?"

Remiel Calcifet

☉

Summer finished off the last of her wine as he spoke, not quite paying attention as she looked for more. She reached for the bottle, pulling it closer and filling it up once again.

"That sounds like a lot of work," she said lazily, crossing her legs as she lounged on the counter.

Summer raised her brows, looking at him expectantly.

"Do you know how to make them? It doesn't hurt to try, I suppose," she claimed with a sip from her glass.

"Ugh. What's that smell?"

Martín del Mar

☉

Poke balls were a simple way of transferring, even if the Pokemon inside grew aggressive once released. It wouldn't be their problem long after they left, though. Once they were shipped off to whoever wanted the MIGHTYENA, they would be out of the women's hands.

Elisabeth's Pokemon took a more aggressive stance themselves, restraining the dog-like creatures with leashes of vines. It seemed effective enough, though she hoped they wouldn't snap.

"Alright. Let's proceed with the transfer."

Summer motioned with her hand for her Pokemon to begin herding them ahead, Loki and Freya using their own dog-like instincts to nip at the MIGHTYENA'S heels to spur them forward. Surtur took the rear to make sure no stragglers wandered off, his heat increasing to produce an uncomfortable feeling should they fall behind.

"I dare say it is. Though, we shouldn't jinx it," Summer replied, walking behind the group.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

☉

Another drink was pushed toward her, caught deftly in her hand as it slid across the counter. Summer lifted it to her lips, pausing as she heard a voice spoken beside her.

"A Moscow mule," the voice said.

Admittedly, the bar was filling up, and normally, Summer would snap at someone for sitting beside her. Because, who dare think it a good idea to sit beside the Summer Prescott?

However, whether it was the alcohol already dulling her senses or the way he loosened his tie and his buttons, she kept her words to herself. Another gulp of her drink, and she spoke.

"A long day?" she prompted.

Felix Gallagher

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Summer looked around as the walked to the bar, taking a seat as they reached the area. Looking over the counter, she thought before she ordered.

"Old fashion. Give it a holiday flare, please," she said.

It wasn't all the time she was in the mood for the holidays. Most of the time, she didn't care. But she'd indulge for now.

ANA STONE

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The ARMALDO threw itself into Summer's EMBOAR, diverting the trajectory from the CRUSTLE. However, with this final move, one of the two opponents had fainted.

Only half the battle was over.

GYRADOS had recharged, and Surtur was wounded to a great extent. One more hit, and it was likely that the EMBOAR would go down next. They had to take out the crab-like Pokemon fast.

"Alright. Let's give it all we got. Surtur, FLAME CHARGE! GYARADOS, HYPER BEAM!"

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- EMBOAR has little hp remaining!
- EMBOAR used FLAME CHARGE on CRUSTLE
- GYARADOS used the ability INTIMIDATE and the move HYPER BEAM on CRUSTLE; she will need to recharge

John Sullivan

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Summer couldn't help the blush that tinged her cheeks red from embarrassment as Killian began to speak in formality to her. She bit her tongue, instead offering him a daggered stare as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, whatever your speed, please allow me to see. I'd love to it when you get back at Martín del Mar."

Even if it had been her fault that the nickname was born, anyway.

With pleasantries aside, the details of their work was explained. Summer regarded him with interested eyes as he rounded his desk, explaining that they would be intercepting a group of grunts at their favored diner.

"It's almost cruel, that we're going to ruin their favorite spot to eat. Oh, well," she offered with a sigh, shrugging her shoulders.

"Yes, yes. It sounds fine to me, Killian. Shall we get going, then?"

Killian Decker

☉

Summer seemed pleased enough with her answer, nodding as she kept her arms crossed over her chest and watched the two teams of Pokemon work.

Her own were rounding up the sides and back of the MIGHTYENA, of which several seem to snap their jaws defensively. Perhaps from fright, since their leader was currently under the spell of the AROMATISSE.

"Don't rouse them too much. We do want them to be compliant," she reminded them, specifically her EMBOAR who began to grunt back almost aggressively at one of the dogs.

However, Summer heard the leader of the pack seem to snap from his daze, growling and drawing tensions back to a taught line. She glanced at Elisabeth, as though as was going to say something about being disappointed. That was, until she instructed another Pokemon to start putting them to sleep.

"Well. You surely do know how to work your team easily. I'm impressed."

Perhaps it was insulting of Summer to say something like that, but it was the truth. A faint smile could be seen on her lips, the corners quirked up ever so slightly.

"Do you have empty Poke balls? We can catch the sleeping ones and escort the remaining with my physical team. Yours can keep them docile in the mean time," she suggested as she pulled several from a bag.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

☉

Last time?

Summer's red gaze was questioning as she looked over at Lex. She had been in one of these things before? Aside from the dream realm, she had never really encountered anything like this in her life. It was draining. Dark.

Loud.

Snarling Pokemon came from every corner, Summer's trusted EMBOAR glowing blue in the dimness. Her ABSOL was clearly indicating that danger was near, and it was obvious enough to her.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, as though she understood the drill by now.

She didn't need Lex to tell her what she could gather from sight and sound alone.

As she walked forward cautiously, a snarl caught her attention as a feral and odd looking MIDNIGHT LYCANROC jumped from the shadows, lashing its clawed paws out at Summer and her team. She dodged quickly enough, while throwing a hand forward to command her group to attack.

"Watch out! It's not like anything I've seen before!"

Alexandra Briarwood

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When Mars began to read out the search result he found, Summer found herself beginning to pay attention to what he was saying less and less. Instead, her lips were attached to the glass, savoring her who knew how many this one was... glass.

"That's what I was saying. They said that we had to make some treats and give us a whole code."

Summer looked back to him, meeting his gaze with mischief as she heard his suggestion.

"I like that. I like that thought a lot."

She sat up from where she had been leaning, taking the candies they were given and putting the bowl over one of the eyes of the oven. Her hand fiddled with one of the dials, turning the heat up.

Coming to sit on the counter beside him, Summer tilted her head.

"Now what?"

Martín del Mar

☉

Summer waved her hand away at the person carrying her things, approaching the couch where Martín del Mar sat and taking a seat beside him. Offered refreshments, she requested a sweet wine, her glass offered shortly after.

BARNABY FINCH made her smirk crack wider on her face, though she hummed as he pressed a quick kiss to both of their cheeks.

"I feel like you're not going to remember much of the movie, Barnaby," she warned, sipping innocently from her glass.

Of course, Summer didn't come here to watch a series of children's movies. She came here for gossip, fun, drinks, and much more. Though that was made clear in their conversation as they scheduled this meeting. The movies?

It was all a prank. Perhaps part of her grand scheme to get this idea planted in their heads.

"Mars, what did you do to the spare chocolate we didn't eat? I was wondering... did we have enough to give to our dear friend?"

Of course she meant the ones that they didn't burn and weren't a complete mess.

Martín del Mar & BARNABY FINCH

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