[ He can't help but repeat: ] ... Doing it all over? [ A weird turn of phrase. Suddenly, he feels like this may be more urgent than he initially thought. ]
Regretting something, maybe? But you're right. It's hard to say right now.
[ He pauses to think, nibbling a bit on his malasada piece before shaking his head. ] That said, let's check the post office nearby. Someone only saw them around there early in the morning, but they could've dropped something off if we're lucky. [ Anything to get some scent to track would be ideal. ]
I'll, uh. Let you continue the tour, actually. [ Definitely not still getting used to where everything is. ]
[Hard to say—but Bigby's lead sounds at least somewhat promising.]
Good idea. [When he doesn't immediately get moving, she glances at him, as if waiting for him to admit that he totally doesn't remember where the post office is. When he does, she titters.] Also a good idea.
[She'll lead them to the post office, then, talking easily along the way if Bigby will engage her—about the quest, and malasadas, and the city. She doesn't think of herself as an especially chatty person—and she isn't usually, especially with new acquaintances like Bigby—but something about him apparently has her comfortable enough to make an exception.
From afar, the easiest way to pinpoint the location of the post office is to follow the stream of winged Pokémon flying to and from the opening in the building's roof. Through the entryway, a variety of Pokémon milling about inside can be seen, bringing letters and packages to the Pelipper at the front counter.]
Here we are. [And now that they're here... Shoka is actually a little curious to see Bigby's investigation methods. Cutesy, Pikachu-like appearance aside, he isn't exactly a charmer, after all (even if she kind of enjoys that about him).] So. How do you wanna do this?
[ He readily follows Shoka's lead, all while denying he absolutely forgot where the post office is. While not one for chit-chat himself either, he finds it easy to appreciate her quick-wit for what it is, the banter flowing back and forth without much effort at all. That and besides, the way she speaks about the town and its inhabitants — there's a clear earnestness that shows she cares, even if she doesn't outwardly admit it. It's certainly relatable, but of course, any chance of introspection is shot when he chokes a bit on the malasada's spiciness, likely to the other's amusement.
When they finally reach their destination, his ears droop a little at the amount of Pokémon hanging around the place, but he knows it can't be helped. Unfortunately. ]
Popular spot. [ There’s a hint of annoyance at first, until he pauses to consider her question. ] I got it. C’mon.
[ He brushes past the obvious line starting by the entryway. There's a few scoffs thrown his way, followed by one brave Hey! that makes Bigby look back with a snarl. The Pelipper hardly looks pleased, but before they can get a word in edgewise, Bigby jumps right on ahead. ]
Look. I get it. I love rules as much the next guy, but it’s urgent.
[ ... It’s always urgent, the Pelipper sighs under their breath, more than familiar with that line already, but they don't sound willing to get into it this time. Fine, what is it? ]
We're looking for a missing Pokémon, and we think— [ This place is for missing packages, moron, the Snivy behind him quips. Immediately he turns around, unable to complete his thought. ] —I'm not talking to you, asshole.
[ Up until now, he's had the pleasure of dealing with shopkeepers wanting business, but now he can't help but get into it with a pissed off customer. The Pelipper gives Shoka a look, as if to ask if she really knows this guy, but instead says: I can give you today's drop-off log, or whatever you're looking for. Just... take it to the side. Please. ]
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Date: 2025-06-24 07:14 am (UTC)Regretting something, maybe? But you're right. It's hard to say right now.
[ He pauses to think, nibbling a bit on his malasada piece before shaking his head. ] That said, let's check the post office nearby. Someone only saw them around there early in the morning, but they could've dropped something off if we're lucky. [ Anything to get some scent to track would be ideal. ]
I'll, uh. Let you continue the tour, actually. [ Definitely not still getting used to where everything is. ]
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Date: 2025-06-26 05:18 am (UTC)[Hard to say—but Bigby's lead sounds at least somewhat promising.]
Good idea. [When he doesn't immediately get moving, she glances at him, as if waiting for him to admit that he totally doesn't remember where the post office is. When he does, she titters.] Also a good idea.
[She'll lead them to the post office, then, talking easily along the way if Bigby will engage her—about the quest, and malasadas, and the city. She doesn't think of herself as an especially chatty person—and she isn't usually, especially with new acquaintances like Bigby—but something about him apparently has her comfortable enough to make an exception.
From afar, the easiest way to pinpoint the location of the post office is to follow the stream of winged Pokémon flying to and from the opening in the building's roof. Through the entryway, a variety of Pokémon milling about inside can be seen, bringing letters and packages to the Pelipper at the front counter.]
Here we are. [And now that they're here... Shoka is actually a little curious to see Bigby's investigation methods. Cutesy, Pikachu-like appearance aside, he isn't exactly a charmer, after all (even if she kind of enjoys that about him).] So. How do you wanna do this?
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Date: 2025-07-03 01:25 am (UTC)When they finally reach their destination, his ears droop a little at the amount of Pokémon hanging around the place, but he knows it can't be helped. Unfortunately. ]
Popular spot. [ There’s a hint of annoyance at first, until he pauses to consider her question. ] I got it. C’mon.
[ He brushes past the obvious line starting by the entryway. There's a few scoffs thrown his way, followed by one brave Hey! that makes Bigby look back with a snarl. The Pelipper hardly looks pleased, but before they can get a word in edgewise, Bigby jumps right on ahead. ]
Look. I get it. I love rules as much the next guy, but it’s urgent.
[ ... It’s always urgent, the Pelipper sighs under their breath, more than familiar with that line already, but they don't sound willing to get into it this time. Fine, what is it? ]
We're looking for a missing Pokémon, and we think— [ This place is for missing packages, moron, the Snivy behind him quips. Immediately he turns around, unable to complete his thought. ] —I'm not talking to you, asshole.
[ Up until now, he's had the pleasure of dealing with shopkeepers wanting business, but now he can't help but get into it with a pissed off customer. The Pelipper gives Shoka a look, as if to ask if she really knows this guy, but instead says: I can give you today's drop-off log, or whatever you're looking for. Just... take it to the side. Please. ]