Myths and legends manifested from storybooks. Humans raised earth and burned like an angry flame. Somewhere amongst all of this was Gigi: a completely normal female with little to no experience with the strange occurrences in the real world.

Barriers between reality and fiction shattered into tiny fragments. What little concept of reality she possessed was deconstructed before her very eyes. Fiction turned non-fiction and visa versa.

Her mind was a puzzle that had lost a piece lost somewhere in all of the discord and noise. Life really was just a game. A dry laugh tickled her parched, sore throat. Comfort came from the false lies stating that this was a simulation - a practice test for a new advancement in technology.

But this was a never ending experiment. Although players in a cruel, twisted game, there was no escape. One couldn’t simply exit out or reload a previous save file. Every action had a real consequence, each motion setting a butterfly effect into play.

Gigi was lost in the thoughts that threatened to eat her alive every single day. It looks like they would find satiate their appetite. The woman was too shocked, too confused, too everything. Emotions that she couldn’t control ran rampant as the mask was forcibly peeled from her face. Glazed eyes stared blankly as the enemies began their descent to the hard ground below. Who was she to interfere? To play the role of fate?

A familiar voice called out, barking orders and requesting assistance. ”Thomas..” He was a character that she recognized, that she personally knew. Instinctively, her stiff body drew towards the only source of security.

Concern weighed heavy in the air as her three Pokemon exchanged glances. After a short discussion, the three split ways. Duracell and Captcha flew close to the Nagadanel: one of the beasts that had nearly destroyed their fellow teammate. Anger and pain released in a combined discharge.

Meanwhile, Terabyte stuck to Gigi’s side. She brought the shell shocked girl close to her body, her warmth embracing her like a mother’s touch. The Venusaur supported her trembling body, gently guiding her away from any hazardous wires, as Gigi shuffled toward Thomas.

The light in her had dulled as her gaze caught sight of the wreckage. Bodies were strewn about, a pleasurable sight for the Grim Reaper. With Terabyte’s aid, she attempted to help the search and rescue/recover mission.

Breaths were forced to keep a steady pace as Gigi tried to appear fine, tried to help. She only ended up feeling like a burden. Painful memories burned into her mind: the disappointed looks of her parents as she failed the achieve perfection, the looks of disappointment on her former teammates face when she let the team down during a play.

Ethernet had nearly died because of her actions and her other Pokemon suffered. She had been vastly unprepared, unaware or ignoring the threat that laid ahead. Once again she had fucked up and there was only herself to blame.

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Gigi does not help save nor kill Jules.
- Gigi is thoroughly shell-shocked, trying to make sense of everything. 
- Vikavolt and Rotom move to intercept the Nagadenal, combining their discharges.
- Gigi hears/notices Thomas Benoit and numbly walks over to him (with the help of Venusaur), aiding in the recovery mission. 

Gigi concentrated on configuring her phone while reality began to grow out of focus. She was very finicky about the settings and layout of her streams. In retrospect, she should have prepared this ahead of time. The encroaching darkness sent chilled shivers down her spine. Distracted, and definitely not scared, it was only a matter of time before something happened to the easy prey. 

A figure pounced from the brushes, greedily latching onto the bright phone that looked shiny in the darkness. "What-" The woman found herself momentarily frozen. Did that just happen? What even- Oh Arceus, her phone. 

Trembling fingers managed to grasp a spare, private phone from the depths of her pockets. It was just in time, too. Gigi managed to activate the flashlight right as she spotted the shadowy creature scurry up a tree. Fear morphed into annoyance. That phone was fucking expensive. If it somehow managed to break, which seemed unlikely given how well protected it was wrapped into cocoons of cases, then this thief would pay the consequences. 

Concentrated light scanned the naked branches in search of the cat burglar and, more importantly, her phone. She didn't realize how correct the term "cat burglar" would apply to this situation until the light battled the shadows away and revealed a Purrloin. Purrloins were common pranksters back in Unova.

Gigi had certainly run into her fair share of these devious cats: falling for their cute charms only to have a precious possession snatched away. Luckily, all of those encounters had prepared the woman. She knew how to thwart their tricks without damaging her own property in the process. And all it would (hopefully) take was a single coin.

Illumination from her spare phone turned flashlight captured the gold coin, causing it to glimmer and glisten. Glowing green eyes peered down from a tree branch, watching intently as the coin was continuously flicked into the air. "I'll trade you." Although she couldn't see it, the Purrloins ears picked up. "If you return my phone.." she paused before amending her previous words, "If you safely return my phone than this coin is all yours."

The Purrloin contemplated his options. He couldn't deny that the coin looked more fun to play with.. such it was so sparkly! Eventually, he descended from the tree with the stolen phone firmly captured in his bite. As he dropped the item, placing one paw on it, he looked up to the human with a mixture of mistrust and eagerness. 

When the coin was tossed in his direction, the cat immediately chased after it. Purrs erupted as he batted the coin this way and that. While the Purrloin was distracted, Gigi quickly fetched her precious phone. She moved to put distance in between the instinctive pickpocket but the cat followed her. His eyes glimmered with curiosity as he wondered what other goodies she had.

Gigi's sigh was interrupted by her toothy smile, "I promise there is a lot more fun things to play with if you come with me."

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• player/ooc name: juniper
• character tags: gigi bae
• dropped characters' tags (if applicable): savannah huckabee
• ic posts for characters: x
• any notes/comments: i'm sorry i haven't been able to post as much as i would like. i am starting to get better so i hope i can plot and thread with everyone <3 thank you for all of the fun activities and for being such a welcoming community! 

thread link: bright lights & the big city
thread type: capture (solo/wild)
berry: aspear berry
berry effect: teaches a level up move
thread summary: gg wanders through slateport's lower district night market. eats lots of yummy food & captures a skarmory

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forcing gigi bae to do this

'Twas the season of mystery, intrigue, and scaring the crap out of others. Rumors spoke of specters and other ghouls haunting the safari zone. Naturally, the streamer needed to investigate the gossip. The information, if proven correct, would make for some quality content. And, naturally, Gigi had to come at night. 

The warden guarded the entrance, a suspicious glare focused on the girl. Halloween drew out the worst in people, especially young folks with their pranks. Nighttime helped aid their misdeeds. Gigi was examined with hawk-like eyes. A disgruntled affirmation had to practically be pried from his mouth. 

As soon as her admittance was approved, she shot a quick thank you before zooming into the sanctuary now enshrouded by shadows. 

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ugh. she couldn't move another step. her stomach was so full that she would have to roll home. but wait? that smell... omg! they have funnel cakes! gigi needed one. how could she leave knowing there were funnel cakes to be pillaged? would she regret this later? probably. but right now she didn't care.

excitement bubbled in her eyes as she carried the powered, fried dough to a bench on the outskirts of the district. today had been a productive day. she snapped a picture of the funnel cake, as she had done with the other various food items she consumed that night, and posted it to the 'gram. people loved photos containing food. gigi never understood it. to her, it was like torture: all that wonderful food that she couldn't eat. 

the sound of scrapped metal caused her to head to jerk. an armored bird - skarmory, right? - was digging through a nearby trash can in search for scraps. gigi pouted as she stared down at her funnel cake. she was going to have to do the right thing, didn't she? goddamn having a loud af conscience. 

"hey there," she cooed to the metal bird. the skarmory froze, looking ready to flee at a moments notice. "slow down there, buddy. i'm not here to chase you off." the bird remained wary, body shifting into a defensive position.

a piece of funnel cake was tossed to the ground in between the two. arceus she was going to hell for committing such a foul sin. at least it was working. the bird was cautiously approaching the funnel cake. although it kept an eye on gigi, its beak quickly gobbled up the food.

"i have more." gigi offered. "but you'll have to come over here to get it." the skarmory was hesitant. long, silent seconds passed by before the bird took uneasy steps forward. gigi extended her hands forward, albeit didn't let go of the food. the skarmory was conflicted as it mulled over the situation. finally, at last, he swiftly snatched the food from her hand. 

gigi winced as metal sliced her finger but she kept a friendly, camera ready smile on her face. "are you still hungry?" the look in the skarmory's eyes screamed yes. "if you come with me, i'll buy you some more. pick any booth you want." the skarmory looked skeptical so she added, "nothing has to be set in stone. if you don't wish to join then you can go on your merry way once you've had a proper meal." 

reluctance and caution melted away into excited jubilee as the two wandered the street. although her wallet continued to cry, the skarmory had loosened its guard up and looked keen to join the team. but was she right? only one way to find out. 
 

harvesting
tamato berry for 2 pokeballs
grepa berry for 10pd

Oh, uhm, uhhh.. why was he being pushed on to a stage? The Munchlax stood there for a moment, scratching his head as scanned the audience. How did he end up here? Munchlax was drawing a blank until the memory hit him like a freight train. A vivid picture of his trainer reading him a script flashed across his mind’s eye. Only he had - kinda, sorta - ate the paper the script was printed on. They had gone over the script once before it’s untimely demise.

However, he spent the entire time staring at the paper, drooling as if a five course meal was in front of him. Unable to find a second script, his trainer had asked if he remembered what she had read. The role was anything major but.. Yeah, he had completely forgotten it. To be honest, he had never even paid attention to a single word of it before tumbling on stage. The Munchlax looked nervous as he looked around. So many eyes were on him, his fellow Pokémon waiting, and he hadn’t a clue what to do.

Perhaps food would help him remember? Yes- food helped any situation. And, lucky for him, there was a berry tree planted on stage. Unfortunately, he only realized it was cardboard when half of the cardboard had been consumed. Well.. he might as well finish it, right?

Somewhere in the audience, an audible facepalm could be heard. Why did I trust him with this?