She hated parties.

Not exactly.

She hated people.

... Also no.

But she really liked open bars, even if the means of getting to the free booze caused her personal strife. In exchange for a good time, all she had to do was help decorate, steal some beer, decorate some more, and make it somewhat holiday-themed. Not that anyone probably cared all too much given Hoenn was a shithole region.

Open bar though, guys. It'd be worth the winter wonderland outside freezing her fingertips.

The only problem was.. every time she finished setting up lights above the bar and overtop of the outdoor stalls, they disappeared by the time she turned around. It made her thing she must have pre-gamed too hard, and she'd set up more. Except they just kept disappearing, and she clearly wasn't noticing the trail of footprints leading away from the nearest booth.

"Am I crazy? I swear-- I just put those up.."

mission: trapinch who stole xmas

@salem

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Remi hesitates a moment longer, watching Luka and offering to help her to her feet should the woman accept her help.

In the meantime, however, it appears that her bundle of snot-nosed Cubchoo have caught wind of free sleigh-rides. Most of them, anyway. One trips, falls, tumbles into a heap. And, instead of getting to his feet, the little man instead proceeds to flail about and make little bear-sized snow angels.

The others, in the meantime, all bounce into the sled to harass the pair of Chingling tied to the bow. With a snap of the reins, the dressed-up Stantler drag the bears off.



notes:

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+ Have an ice-type Pokemon in your party
+ Throw a snowball at another character
+ Make a snow angel
+ Help keep another character warm
+ Reference a winter sport
+ Decorate a snowboy
+ Catch a snowflake on your tongue
+ Reference a holiday movie

luka chêne MATIAS SILPH Eva Morales Nia Acadia

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With an expression akin to a mildly irritated but evidently very patient and fond mother, Remi dangles two stunned Spinda from either hand. She swings them gently back and forth as she walks, pleased with their happy cooes.

As she approaches the gym, she slowly takes it all in before making her way inside. With a brief glance around, she looks for the familiar face of a bubbly, friendly pinkette. Or maybe her hair was blue now. Or maybe it had always been blue. Frankly, she can't remember, other than the woman giving her the impression of a giant sprig of cotton candy.

Bubble gum bitch.

Pinkie Pie.

Yeah, she had a whole slew of nicknames for the girl.

"Helloooo..?"

One of her Spinda climb up her leg, prompting her to shift downward to pick it up. She balances the infant on her hip before taking a moment to check out Melody's gym.

Melody Miro

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Remi blinks, eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she just ever-so-slightly braces to be hit with a book by accident. Thankfully for both of them, the book clatters to a page-ripping halt near her feet. Just close enough for her to bend down and pick it up.

And then, right before her very eyes, she watches this man drift off into a half-sleep by a Morellul. She watches, of course, because she is equal parts uncomfortable and unsettled by the whole scenario. She is one second away from kicking awake (gently) when he comes to and responds to her.

"None of what makes sense? Your journal? I'd guess it's because you're high as a kite. This looks like something I'd come up with while tripping balls."

She purses her lips, flips through a few more pages, and then looks back down at him.

"Remi. Who're you?"

bryan delarosa

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It's feral, the weird electric intensity she feels manifesting between them. Instinctual, the disgust that blossoms on the edge of her lip.

She doesn't even know this man from Arceus.

The snap of the Clamperl's shell helps her snap out of her glower, but it really only lessens the silent snarl. Maybe she'd forgotten her coffee. Or her stick was wedged so far up her ass.

Remi's eyes continue to shift to the Unown left hovering nearby. It just.. hangs there, suspended in the air like a bizarre, ugly puppet. What's more unsettling is the silence between them, and the way the Unown's eye holds on her, following her every move.

"Nope."

He flicks the stone, he doesn't look right at her, and he asks her where she's headed next.

"Nope."

Remi begins to shake her head, turning on her heel and walking away. Her direction is aimless, and her briskness prompts a Lotad to duck and hide. But it also prompts an Appletun to pop out, loudly lip-smacking its way through some sort of tasty morsel. It startles her and she side-steps with a very pronounced:

"Woah-- fuck! Nope. Nope."

One more glance over her shoulder, and that Unown is still staring. Her Sneasel have conveniently disappeared, but Remi keeps on walking.

pass

angelo vestri

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"Apologies. You spoil me then."

Wine, even subpar blends, is always a sweeter taste than anything she's used to. If it doesn't burn going down, it isn't to her liking. That isn't really true, either. If it gets her hammered, it's to her liking. She'll choke down anything.

"That is incredibly vague and definitely code for something else."

Remi laughs, taking another sip. It is interrupted half-way down as she lowers the bottle, and her eyes widen in surprise as it is pulled abruptly from her hands.

"Did that just--"

She watches the woman for a long moment, but chalks the bizarreness up to her mind playing tricks on her.

"My bad, didn't know you wanted a taste so bad."

Remi winks.

Katherine Fairburne

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"Remi."

She winks, before lifting the bucket and giving the young man a brief wave goodbye. She'd finish up with the Miltank.

Rowan Wrynn

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In some regard, the hunter has become the hunted. The dramatic, rapid inhale-exhale of Houndooms shuffle through the undergrowth, stepping through foliage and brush in hot pursuit of... something.

Meanwhile, Remi is losing her marbles scratching the letters 'R.C.' deeper into the bark. She is feverish, rageful, fighting back tears. Really, it's embarrassing.

"Lost?" someone asks, and it pulls her abruptly out of her hysteria. She fumbles her pocket knife, dropping it through the roots. Somehow, the roots seem to twine tighter, preventing her from picking it back up.

"Fuck. Where'd you come from?"

I thought I was alone in here.

The woman's attention spans down from the stranger's visor to her Houndoom. Part of her is terrified, and the other part is intrigued. It all gets washed away, however, when she stands straight up and stares.

"Is this a nightmare?"

mission: cle'fable in the feywild

Antoinette Spina

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