Speaking of on brand possibilities, they seemed to become reality before long. Though she’d managed to start her observing after just a few paces into the fields (such a monumental distance, she knew), she found her eyes straying towards the selfsame path she so shortly trekked across upon hearing a few, familiar chirps and seemingly excited cries.[break][break]

The type that always seemed to come alongside some sort of new discovery— which, in that case, seemed to be another friend.[break][break]

Another little bird, by the look of it; one similar to the one she’d accidentally pelted with a Safari Ball during her last visit. The memory was…honestly equally as sad as it was funny.[break][break]

She tossed one of the capsules she’d been given upon entry. Maybe if her aim was ass, it would have something to bond with her Rowlet over.[break][break]

(tl;dr: catch attempt on rookidee)

2/3 capture attempts[break]
n o t e s

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All things considered, it’d been a hot minute since she was last assigned on maintenance duties.[break][break]

It was simple enough of a job, though, so she had little to no complaints at all. Like the last time she’d been tasked with observing and noting the general state of the safari attraction, she strode briskly and leisurely through the varied paths alongside her Pokemon, only sparing them the occasional glance to ensure they weren’t messing around too much.[break][break]

Or, y’know, harassing the local wildlife in their own home.[break]
It was a pretty on brand possibility, anyways.

3/3 capture attempts[break]
safari ticket purchase here

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”Yeaaaah, already way ahead of ya, girlie~.” The look of mock concern that settled itself across her face was quick to shift into amusement as the other woman spoke her part, and before long, a snicker escaped her lips as she reached over and nudged her aside, almost as if urging her to hunker back. ”Just watch and learn, I guess— or not. Hell if I fuckin’ care~.”[break][break]

With those words, she breathed deeply, pursing her lips and humming while eying herself in the mirror.[break][break]

”And to answer your question? I just do~.” Her eyes shifted from her own reflection towards the other’s, the grin upon her lips broadening more. ”Life’s too short to spend time fucking around with being insecure, y’know? Why the fuck would I stress myself out over useless shit when I could just be enjoying myself~?”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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”Uh, yeah, I have,” she hummed in a matter-of-factly tone, already popping the latches of the box she’d taken for herself open. With a hum and an added, ”It’s called, ’the main lead of this show,’ remember?” while gesturing towards the screen with a plastic spoon she’d acquired…somewhere. Sometime.[break][break]

Girl’s brain was on autopilot, obviously.[break]
It was evident by the way a bite’s worth of food already found its way into her mouth.[break][break]

Nevertheless, it was there, and she chewed while already beginning to dig back in for seconds. With a lazy leisure, she sighed and leaned back further against the couch cushions behind herm resting her head against them as she eyed the other woman and her little fox, shrugging.[break][break]

”I also dunno, man… Ya keep sayin’ he’s a criminal, but have ya actually gotten any proof...? Or are ya just doin’ your hyperfixation stuff again?”

FIORA HYE-JIN YUN [break]
mission: slumber party

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…Oh.[break]
Oh, honey.[break][break]

As encouraging as she’d been about the situation at hand, she found a faint scrunch surfacing upon her expression as she watched the woman by her replicating her directions to the best of her abilities. At first, the ranger, herself, had remained within a similar form after offering a quick means of show and tell.[break][break]

She slowly began to stand properly before long, batting at the other’s shoulder gently.[break][break]

”Okay, nevermind, I take it back, girl,” she said, pursing her lips— though not without a continuous, teasing smile continuously underlying in amusement. ”Y’need to loosen up, but maybe dancing ain’t it for you. You literally look like you’re gonna fuckin’ snap something—”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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”Teachin’ you how to twerk, booboo. What else?”[break][break]

She had the cake to do it, after all, and one look over was all it took for her to reaffirm that.[break]
…Man, was a single look more than enough.[break][break]

But this wasn’t the time to get distracted and shit. …Not too much, at least. So, with a loudly exaggerated sigh, she simply stepped over a little bit more, slapping the woman’s back a few times.[break][break]

”Drop down a bit and arch your back down. Lift up and arch your back up.”[break][break]

With a dramatic slap onto her knees, she assumed a similar form before doing just as she directed.[break][break]

”Baaack and forth. Uuuup and down. You’re gonna wanna pop your ass a bit each time.”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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”Oh, bitch, that’s tragic.”[break][break]

With a casual hum and a grin upon his lips, she made a first trip over to meet her roommate, only stopping long enough to set the glasses down and pour a share into one of them. Hues of amber shifted down towards the woman hanging so comfortably(?), and without missing a beat, she gently tapped the side of her head with her leg before beginning to walk back to the kitchen.[break][break]

”Just sounds like there’s more for me, though~. Sucks to suck, bro.”[break][break]

In the second trip, she brought the bags she’d initially gotten over, sitting down while setting them by the glasses before beginning to open one of them.[break][break]

”But, like…how’s work been lately?” she hummed on, pulling a box into her lap while leaning back into her seat. Her eyes drifted towards the screen as she flicked the container open (and lowkey ogled the guy on the screen, let’s be real).[break][break]

She pursed her lips in the most obvious appreciation.[break][break]

”Shit’s been wild lately. Y’all ain’t too overworked, right?”

FIORA HYE-JIN YUN [break]
mission: slumber party

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…This shit wasn’t what she was used to, but she could work with it.[break][break]

It definitely was a bit bouncier than she thought it would be, but after a few seconds of squinting into the mirror and getting a feel for the tempo, she grinned while beginning to match the bounce of the song while turning towards the other trainer.[break][break]

”A’ight, bitch, LOOSEN UP—!” she yelled, immediately and rapidly kicking her ankle in an impatient attempt to get her to move it. ”FEET APART. HANDS ON THE KNEES. CHOP CHOP, BITCH.”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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”Look, bitch, it’s only embarrassing if you think it’s embarrassing~!”[break][break]

With nothing short of a spark of mischief within her gaze, the ranger narrowed her eyes as a grin stretched further across her lips. A hasty hum escaped her as she nudged the woman alongside her a bit more forward, only to take a couple, quick paces to join her side as she began—...[break][break]

Shimmying?[break]
Was that the right word? Shimmying?[break][break]

Whatever the fuck she was doing, she was doing it in a stupid way, honestly. One hundred percent exaggerated and directed right at her uncomfortable friend, over there.[break][break]

”Dancing is all about feeling yourself and the music, a’ight?” she added on, pursing her lips while beginning to nudge at her more. ”The key is confidence, girl. You can be the freakiest bitch on the floor, but if you got the confidence and energy to back it up, you’ll also be the hottest bitch ever, dude.”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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Well, fuck.[break]
She was the one that said it.[break][break]

Not like her intention behind calling her over was too far off the dot, anyways, but still. As the other woman began to talk, the auburn eyed ranger merely clicked her tongue and began to roll her hand and wrist quicker and quicker along as a gesture of impatience, seemingly more focused on getting her to be quicker.[break][break]

”Yes, and yes— but also, no.” With a casual grin, she reached out for the other’s wrist once she’d finally found herself close enough to do so, tugging her along to stand by her. ”See, the thing is that she’d probably be able to help— if she was here.”[break][break]

With a hum, she reached over to pat her shoulder.[break][break]

”Buuut, she’s not, so the only other person I can get a second opinion from is you, booboo~.” With an exaggerated flourish, she gestured repeatedly towards the mirror. ”Plus, ya did just say you were tempted to be complicated and shit, so go for it, bitch~! I’m waitin’.”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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”Honestly? Fuck if I know, man.”[break][break]

All things considered, the only thing she was really told was that they needed some sort of choreography—or even just a routine, altogether, even if it wasn’t even a dance—to deliver to some contestant. She hummed for just a moment in thought in an attempt to recollect the details, only to come down to the conclusion that they had jack shit to work with.[break][break]

She clicked her tongue softly, squinting at the mirror before turning faintly, glancing over her shoulder to eye the person with her properly.[break][break]

”Can you c’mere with the phone really quick?” she asked, nodding towards her before pointing loosely towards the floor closer to her. ”This shit’s normally up my alley, but, like—... I dunno, maybe I need a fresh pair of eyes, this time around? Fresh something?”

MARISOL SIMONE [break]
mission: coordinator choreography

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