Daily Logs 8-26-14

I. Harmonie and Lisery meet each other's Pokemon
II. Jeanne calls LeBean to reprimand him for transferring...and finds he's already reconsidering his decision
III. Danielle and Zef are off to a watery start



I.
Harmonie:  *Having just come back from the nearby PokeMart in a small town, is now sat by the edge of said town, attempting- in vain- to tie orange ribbons in the fur of her pokemon, a rather skittish Zigzagoon*
Lisery:  *the very ground seems to rumble as she thunders up the road surrounded by a herd of lumbering Pokemon* Harmonieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Harmonie:  *Glances up* Hi Lise, cou- *...Wait...Oh God...* *Ok, what does she do?!* LISE!!?
Ziggy:  *Yes, that is his name* *Squeaks and jumps up onto Harmonie's head for protection*
Lisery:  *cackles maniacally and throws herself on the grass in front of Harmonie, skidding to a halt on her stomach. Her Pokemon, including a Miltank, a Nidoqueen, a Tropius, and a Quagsire, flop down around her and Harmonie* *lastly, a Hippopotas flings itself on top of Lise's back, garnering a "goomph" from her* Evening! *picks her face up and flashes Harmonie a huge grin*
Harmonie:  *Eyes wide* Where did you get all of these?! *Ziggy, meanwhile, hops down, and shakes off the intricately braided ribbons Harmonie had spent /hours/ trying to put in*
Lisery:  *rolls over on her stomach and picks up Hippopotas for Harmonie to see* This is my first Pokemon, Po-po. She's /awesome/. We caught all the others together! This is Milly, and Whoopsie, and Your Highness, and Flying Bananas. *gesturing to Miltank, Quagsire, Nidoqueen, and Tropius in turn* I tried to call Whoopsie something new once he evolved this morning...but I don't think he gets it. So I'll stick with Whoopsie.
Harmonie:  *Jealous, as all the Pokemon she tried to catch ran* *Laughs* Nice. Here's my on- *Sees Ziggy has shaken off the ribbons* ZIGGY!
Lisery:  *sits up and squeals* It's so CUTE! *drops Po-po unceremoniously and makes grabbyhands at Zigzagoon*
Ziggy:  ZIG! *Leaps enthusiastically at Lise. True, there is the risk that this biped may want to put horrible ribbons on him, but there's also the chance this biped will just want to hug him instead* *Ziggy likes hugs XD*
Lisery:  *does hug him, squishes even* Ooh, he's light. Po-po weighs a /million/ pounds.
Harmonie:  *Swoops to pull up discarded ribbons* *Sees Lise drop Po-po* Hey! You can't just drop them! *Goes to stroke Po-po*
Ziggy:  *Wiggles around and tries to lick Lise's face*
Po-po:  *seems none the worse for wear at being dropped, as she's quite a sturdy little thing* Heppo! *stretches out a dry, course tongue to lick Harmy's hand*
Lisery:  *squeals and tries to crane her neck to take her face away* He's tickly! So fuzzy!
Harmonie:  *Squirms but giggles as Po-po licks her hand* Yehh!
Lisery:  Where are your other Pokemon? *looks around eagerly*
Ziggy:  *No, face come back! As Lise isn't putting ribbons on him, he wants to show her his appreciation!*
Harmonie:  *Blushes* Uh... *Lies* Some... where...? *...I never said she was a good liar!*
Lisery:  *eyes widen* You lost them? *resigns herself to Ziggy's advances and lies down in the grass to let him climb on her*
Ziggy:  ZIG! *Yay climbing! Climbing is brilliant!!*
Harmonie:  *Sheepish* Welllll... You... could say that... They did... Lose themselves when I tried to catch them...
Lisery:  *peers around Ziggy at Harmonie* You haven't caught one single Pokemon?
Harmonie:  *Looks down at her feet, which are suddenly very interesting* ... Not as such...
Ziggy:  *Why does she need more? She'll just try to put ribbons on them!*
Lisery:  *sits up rapidly, heedless of whether Ziggy gets knocked down* Let's go catch one!
Harmonie:  *Slightly sulky* But they always see me coming!
Ziggy:  Goon! *Roughly translates to "Maybe you shouldn't be so yellow then!"*
Po-po:  *gives a hiccupy laught at Ziggy's comment*
Lisery:  Oh no problem! Me and my Pokemon will flush them out!
Harmonie:  *Skeptical* Won't they... see your pokemon coming too? *They are very loud*
Lisery:  Oh sure, and then they'll run away from my Pokemon...right to /you/. *wicked grin*
Harmonie:  *Nervous relisation* ...Won't I get crushed by the tidal wave of Pokemon?
Lisery:  *pause* Oh. Your Pokemon /is/ kinda small. Po-po stopped Milly when she charged me...but I don't think Ziggy can do that.
Ziggy:  *Leaps down and jumps eagerly* Zig! Zigzagoon! *Which roughly translates as "Can too!"*
Po-po:  *hiccup-laughs again and lumbers over to try and sit on Ziggy to prove that he's not so tough*
Ziggy:  *e-e* *Tail Whip!!!*
Po-po:  *sits down on her bum with a /tump/ and slowly opens her jaws, releasing a bubble of sleepiness as she yawns that drifts towards Ziggy*
Ziggy:  *YESS! Victory is mi-* *And faceplants in pure unconciousness*
Harmonie:  *Double facepalms throught all of this*
Po-po:  8I Heppo.
Lisery:  ....maaaaybe we'll just work together. My Pokemon flush wild Pokemon out, Po-po uses yawn to put them to sleep, you catch them.
Harmonie:  *Sighs and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a berry* He can do better than this, honest! *Smushes berry into Ziggy's mouth*
Lisery:  You've just got to train him! All Pokemon are cool if you train them. *pats Po-po on the head, then, as an afterthought* Po-po, bad, I didn't tell you to attack Ziggy.
Ziggy:  *Was having a nice dream about hugs and no ribbons, then is suddenly woken up by awakening berry* *Jumps up and sneezes violently* *Frowns at Po-po*
Harmonie:  I did try. It's just all the pokemon I came across just ran away from me the moment I did anything.
Lisery:  *points* Po-po will yawn them to sleep so they can't run away.
Ziggy:  Zig! *Translates as "No! I shall catch them before Po-po yawns at them!"*
Harmonie:  *Smiles* That does sound like a good plan^^.
Lisery:  See? And even Ziggy thinks it's a good idea! *meanwhile, Po-po snickers at Lise's mistranslation of Ziggy's sentiments*
Ziggy:  Goon! *"Shush Po-po, or I shall use the deadly hyperbeam on you!"*
Po-po:  Heppo hep/po/. *a taunt. Seriously doubts he actually can use hyper beam*
Ziggy:  *"Challenge accepted"* *Focuses really, really hard... then burps at Po-po* *There! Hyperbeam!*
Po-po:  *stares for several seconds, then rolls over on her back, laugh-hiccuping hysterically*
Ziggy:  *GRINS* *For it is truely a hyperbeam... of bad breath*
Harmonie:  *FROWNS* ZIGGY! Don't be rude!
Po-po:  *catches a whiff of it mid-laugh and coughs, then turns over and shoves her entire head in the dirt to escape it*
Lisery:  *waves her hand in front of her upturned nose* Eww, and I thought Po-po needed a toothbrush!
Ziggy:  *Does a victory dance-wiggle*
Harmonie:  Do they make toothbrushes for pokemon?
Lisery:  *shrugs* I don't know. I just use an old one of mine.
Harmonie:  Ah. Does it work?
Lisery:  Oh sure! She's not knocking anyone out with bad breath, is she? *chortles*
Ziggy:  *Doesn't care, still wins!*
Harmonie:  *Chuckles* I guess not. *Bends down and picks up Ziggy* Shall we?
Lisery:  *bends down and tugs at Po-po's body until her head pops out of the dirt again* Yes! *plunks Po-po down again and juts out a finger* To the wilds~ *chugs away*
Harmonie:  *Trots along behind, continuing to try to braid ribbons onto Ziggy... failing, naturally*
[Eventually, they do catch Harmy's first wild Pokémon. It's the one that looks like a honeycomb and a bee smushed together...Combee.]



II.
Jeanne: *earlier today Jeanne found out that Louis transferred off the Legacy**Is in her room and decides to call him, her face is mildly displeased.* 8I
LeBean:  *answers her call, dressed in a blue and black jumpsuit with the corner of a nametag visible to one side of his chest* Bonjour! *is looking to the side and above the screen, and takes a moment to focus on the caller* Jeanne! Ma cherie!
Jeanne: *Tries to keep to her midly displaced face but smiles just a tad* Hi Louis... I would've called you earlier but I didn't know you transferred. *without saying good bye. >BI*
LeBean:  Ah, oh oui. *looks away again to where he was looking before, an easy smile on his face* I see you meessed me so much, ah, you noticed so queeckly that I was gone. *grins*
Jeanne: Actually I was switching between ships so often that I thought you were always on the opposite ship. Otherwise I would've noticed sooner. *face softens up a bit*
LeBean:  Ze Lina Sophia, no? I saw reports of her a few weeks ago. *glances back at the screen* You are well?
Jeanne: Well I suppose. I am still all in one piece. We've had a weird few days on the Lina Sophia. How about you?... /Where/ are you?
LeBean:  Earth. Over Berlin! *puts a hand out. Jeanne's view shakes and turns as he twists his screen and camera set around to reveal the window of an atmosphere-bound shuttle, and the view of the German city below*
Jeanne: *Her mouth parts a little* Wow, that is a nice view. *smiles* So what do you do now? Just pilot shuttles?
LeBean:  *shrugs* I am home, flying for my family for now. In between jobs. *nonchalant, like he's not a cool-job dropout*
Jeanne: For the... wine company...? *voice goes a little higher unsure if that was the company his parents owned*
LeBean:  *turns the screen back to him and nods* Oui.
Jeanne: Better than Starfleet? *smiles kinda joking but also kinda serious*
LeBean:  *looks away, as if he needs to see out the windshield* Sometimes...
Jeanne: So.... what made you leave?
LeBean:  *clears his throat* I have not come close to dying flying the family shuttles.
Jeanne: ... a good of reason as any. *Well got her there*
LeBean:  It is all right. I can still fly, here at home. *shrugs, eyes watching out the window, not the screen*
Jeanne: *Smiles a tad* So long as you are in the sky?
LeBean:  Oh, slow and steady wins ze race with wine; I have half an hour still. *a very long amount of time, considering the technology available to them*
Jeanne: Where are you headed?
LeBean:  Norway. We supply a few restaurants zere weeth select vintages.
Jeanne: Oh that is cool! I haven't been there before but I know it's beautiful at some parts. *smiles*
LeBean:  Ah, oui! I do not spend any time zere tonight; I make my deleevery and fly home.
Jeanne: So no picture taking? *smiles joking*
LeBean:  *scoffs* I am no /toureest/.
Jeanne: 8I You can appreciate the aesthetics of the place without having to be a tourist.
LeBean:  I appreciate zem wiss ze heart, not ze camera. Zat is why I am no toureest.
Jeanne: If I ever go to France again I will take so many pictures and send them all to you. *Because pictures are cool and not touristy* *she's in denial*
LeBean:  *gives an exaggerated wince* Zose will be ze hardest peectures to explain on my computer. Why would you do such a sing?
Jeanne: Well now I know some good blackmail. *laughs because lets face it, she would probably never use blackmail*
LeBean:  You have me over a barrel. What must I do? *presses a hand to his brow dramatically*
Jeanne: *laughs* Don't be so sensitive! *smiles*
LeBean:  I will live in fear of you always.
Jeanne: At that rate we'll never talk anymore. *grins*
LeBean:  You live in danger; I do not. We will rarely talk anyway. *voice twinges a little, but his eyes are out the window so it's hard to see his expression*
Jeanne: ... What's that supposed to mean?
LeBean:  *glances at her* You know how often ze Legacy goes out of contact wiss...everysing. Zat is what I mean.
Jeanne: Well that is usually for a short time... I don't remember it being for a month or anything. We might not talk every week but it wouldn't be that bad...
LeBean:  *shrugs* Maybe you are right. *puts his forehead down on his console so that just his tousled hair is visible to her* Jeanne! Zis life is so boring! I have /schedules/ and I /keep zem/. Nossing interrupts me! No meteors or red alerts..! *picks his head up and grips the screen on either side to shake it dramatically, as if he's shaking Jeanne by the shoulders* Nossing!
Jeanne: * @.@ moving screen* So why don't you just come back to Starfleet? Sure we get dangerous stuff but you sound really bored with a safe life.
LeBean:  Because I don't want to be safe, but I do not want to /die/ eizzer. *flops dramatically in his chair, one leg up over the armrest, his head flopped over the other side, out of sight*
Jeanne: *Why do I have such dramatic friends?* Louis, am I dead?
LeBean:  *sits bolt upright, all askew* Oh my god! Zat is why you called--! To tell me you are dead! *flings himself at the screen, until all that's visible is his nametag, smushed against the camera: it reads just "Lou"* *sounds of dramatic sobs* Jeanne, so young! I never got to say goodbye--!
Jeanne: *e______e* You’re the one who didn't say goodbye... *says lightly making a point*
LeBean:  Shh, shh. *shifts until his hand is visible, stroking the air in front of the camera as though to pet her hair* No talking. Just love. Shh.
Jeanne: 8I Well if /is/ your fault.
LeBean:  SHH SHHH JUST LOVE. *in a hissed whisper*
Jeanne: *8I ...Stays silent until LeBean gets over his dramatic spell.*
LeBean:  *sits up eventually and puts his chin on his knees, both of which are looped up over his armrest so he's facing the screen, now* *sigh* I am sorry, Jeanne. I do not like goodbyes.
Jeanne: Yeah... I kinda gathered that. I had to do some digging this morning to make sure you did leave.
LeBean:  *guilty grin* But at least it took you zis long to meess me? You can survive wissout my presence!
Jeanne: heh, right... I was technically missing you this past month but I figured you were on the opposite ship. And I lasted this long without you.
LeBean:  *sighs* I do not know if I want to come back. But...zis is boring. I meess my friends.
Jeanne: Well you could always transfer to a different /ship/ one with a less notorious reputation.
LeBean:  My friends are not zere.
Jeanne: So transfer back to the legacy. *gives an encouraging smile*
LeBean:  Ah, oui? Have zey found no better pilot? Of course zey haven't.
Jeanne: It's hard to replace you, Louis.
LeBean:  I sink ze word is /eempossible/.
Jeanne: *leans back in her chair a bit* So funny how one of the "best" pilots is taking a simple job of transporting wine.
LeBean:  *puts his hand up in front of the screen and closes his fingers together like he's telling her to zip her lip* Shh, shh, no talking. Shhhhhhh.
Jeanne: 8I *This is a sign that I am right and he's denying it*
LeBean:  *flops backwards in his chair again, head out of sight over the other arm rest* My talents are /wasted/ here. Wasteeeeed.
Jeanne: Okay... so how do you fix that? *walking him through logical thinking*
LeBean:  *flail* Do I look like a child to you.
Jeanne: You’re acting like one. 8I
LeBean:  You are being /very/ endearing.
Jeanne: I am sure you missed me. ^-^
LeBean:  *sits up and looks at her, smiles* Ah...oui. I did. I am sorry I did not say goodbye.
Jeanne: *smiles soflty* I forgive you, just don't do it again. * *
LeBean:  I can never do it again if I stay gone forever…
Jeanne: ... and stay a lowly wine transporter for the rest of your life?
LeBean:  *brow furrows* Zat is my family you are talking about.
Jeanne: I didn't insult your family, I insulted your low action job.
LeBean:  *groans* I will /sink/ about it. Eight months here has at least told me...it is not for me.
Jeanne: *face lightens up* That's good! *progress is being made!*
LeBean:  *smiles* Sank you for meessing me.
Jeanne: *smiles back* Anytime, see you soon? *like call soon*\
LeBean:  *nods* You brighten my boring flights. I have plenty more to call you on. *winks* Until zen, Jeanne?
Jeanne: *thinks for a moment remembering her french...* |Until then.| *smiles and the ends the call*
LeBean:  *turns away from the darkened screen, back to his flight path*



III.
Danielle: *kneeling on the dock protruding into a lake at one of the towns, splashing water on a little blue seahorse that's happily splashing back. Dressed in a pink and white swirled bikini set*
Zef: *is still recovering from the past three weeks, but used the meantime to sort some things out and the breakdowns almost stopped, are less severe and he's calmer, but the disgusting dream-feeling won't go away yet* *wearing civvies and a small backpack, tiiired* *arrives riding on his Rapidash and wants to dismount near the dock, so they don't get too close to the water*
Danielle: *hears Rapidash's hoofbeats and looks up, mouth kind of falls open as she watches Zef riding it* *gets squirted in the face by her Horsea and splutters*
Zef: *looks in her direction because she looks at him and snorts an amused laugh when she splutters* *and now that he laughed, he can as well be polite* Hey.
Danielle: *wipes her face off* Hi, hello. Sanders? Lt. Sanders?
Zef: Yeah. *rank! it's over soon but for now: rank!* Ensign O'Keefe, right? *she's an Engineer, so he knows, maybe* *dismounts, or rather tries to: swings one leg over Rapidash's back and then wants to jump down to one side, but it doesn't go as smooth as planned and he stumbles backwards* ... ack-- !!
Danielle: *smiles* Yeah, I'm-- oh! *as Zef stumbles* Horsea! *as in: help!* *and it does, in the form of spraying a forceful jet of water at Zef. That's helpful, right??*
Zef: *stumbles further backwards and lands on the ground* Ouch... *soaked, sits on the dock* *Rapidash backs off at the jet of water, it's water!*
Danielle: *both hands fly to her chin, which she grips tightly* Ohmygosh! I'm so sorry! Horsea's still not very--we need to work more on that. *runs over, bare feet making little slapping noises on the dock* Are you okay?
Zef: Yeahh, no, never mind, I'm okay. Just, uhm... wet. *maybe he should get up? but getting up is sooo far away*
Danielle: *stops, standing over him, and offers a hand* Um..? I have a towel? *damp, she's been sitting on it while splashing Horsea, but hey*
Zef: Well, I wanted to go swimming anyway, so... *takes her hand*
Danielle: *pulls him up smoothly--like many other engineers, is accustomed to heavy lifting and helping others out on the job* Horsea's a lot of fun, swimming, and there's snorkel stuff at the end of the dock. Have you seen any lake Pokemon?
Zef: *gets up, is actually glad about the help (he /could/ get up alone, sure, but it's still so much work, you know?)* Ermmm... yeah, a few. *stands* Thanks. But I haven't tried to catch any, I'm still with Rapidash only.
Danielle: *stands on one foot to scratch the back of her heel with one toe* I just have Horsea. I um, I dunno, what do I need more Pokemon for? I don't really leave town, and I don't battle, so...
Zef: I would battle, I think, but... *shrugs* I wanted to catch up on sleep, first. *is still, more or less, but details* *puts his backpack down* And then see about the rest. Not like we'll leave tomorrow.
Danielle: *sits down on the edge of the dock and dips her feet in the water--Horsea swims over to bob around her legs* Maybe you should catch more Pokemon if you want to battle. /I/ just want to see all the shops and cafes.
Zef: Yeah. *opens his backpack (makes a "uff" noise when squatting down), then takes off his wet shirt* I'm going to. Soon. You'll see. But, like I said, I wanted to catch up on sleep first.
Danielle: Some Pokemon do nothing /but/ sleep. You should make friends with one.
Zef: Well, but... then they wouldn't battle? *puts his shirt somewhere, so it can dry in the sun*
Danielle: Oh...no. But you could still nap together, Horsea and I went sunbathing on an inner tube earlier. I tanned. *flexes her bare arms, which are brown anyway*
Zef: *takes his pants off (wearing swimwear underneath) and hands it in the sun as well* Yeahh, we'll see. I haven't given it too much thought yet, to be honest.
Danielle: Then what /have/ you been thinking about. *wtf else are you doing on shore leave than thinking about shore leave*
Zef: Erm. *slight frown, looks at her* What? I mean, just not much about catching my own Pokemon, not really. About other things. *shrugs*
Danielle: *pause* Oh. *quieter* You got taken by the Hattans. I'm so sorry.
Zef: *has totally taken off his shoes as well, steps towards Rapidash, pets her neck* Oh. Yeah, that's the reason why I needed to catch up on sleep. Inns or Federation starships are more comfortable. *glances at her* But now they aren't even history. *yes that's still weird*
Danielle: That screws around with my head a lot. I don't like to think about that part; as I always say, leave the quantum time loop transect jump theory science to the scientists. *joking, obviously never says such a ridiculous phrase*
Zef: *@.@ yeah well, sure, that's the most common thing to say* *nods slowly* Yeahhhh... that'd be the best. *pets neck* The advantage is, now we know more about the Hattans than they do about us, probably.
Danielle: *turns over and slides into the water beside Horsea* Why don't they remember it too?
Zef: Erm. *frowns* Well... *walks towards an edge of the dock* Or maybe they do? Not like I asked them. *snorts a laugh* That must suck.
Danielle: Why would it suck for /them/, /they/ weren't the prisoners.
Zef: Yeah, no, but we crushed all their plans. Like, so and so many years of planning and taking over the galaxy and stuff. *not that he pities them, it's /good/ that the timeline was altered* Remembering that must suck, I think.
Danielle: *laughs and pulls herself along the dock towards a pile of snorkel gear* I /don't/ feel sorry for them. Sorry!
Zef: I'm not sorry either. *sits down at the edge of the dock, making a low "uff"-like noise* But we're better off if they forgot everything.
Danielle: It's nicer to assume that they did. But is it safer?
Zef: *nods thoughtfully* Yeah, I think so. I mean, imagine someone ruined all your plans... and they seem to be up for revenge, generally. *puts one hand into the water; it's probably not chilly but he's tired and his body warmed up by the sun, so it's chilly for him*
Danielle: *glances at Horsea, then smirks and tips her head at Zef. Horsea happily squirts another jet of water at him, aiming to soak this time*
Zef: *O_O; totally taken by surprise, yells and wants to take shelter and... jumps into the water and would yell again because gaaaaawwwwd cooold!!!... but is submerged from the jump*
Danielle: *laughs and pulls down two pairs of goggles from the dock, dons one pair and goes under to see Zef--Horsea joins her*
Zef: *is already on his way up again surfaces soon after, gasping for air, grabs the dock and holds on to it* Gaaahh, cooold! *can't help it, it's cold, did he mention that it's cold* *Rapidash watches them, still standing near Zef's backpack and clothes*
Danielle: *pops up nearby, laughing* Don't get near the water if you don't want to get wet. *glances up at Rapidash* Ahm...that doesn't apply to you. ^^"
Zef: *holding on to the dock, gasping* I wanted to get wet, but not like that! *doesn't sound annoyed, more like "the world just ended can't you see!?"* *Rapidash paws the ground: she'll stay where she is, no one's gonna splash water at /her/ ^^*
Danielle: I'm maybe more sorry about that than I am about the Hattans? *a little sheepish*
Zef: *calms down, his body is getting used to the water temperature* Oh well. Acceptable. *smirks briefly, lets go of the dock with one hand and splashes some water at her*
Danielle: *splutters and waves the second pair of goggles* Catch! *tosses them*
Zef: Er! *catches* *caught them; hah! that went well* Go diving?
Danielle: Yeah! There are tons of pretty water Pokemon beyond the dock.
Zef: Would they attack? *puts the goggles on with one hand*
Danielle: They didn't attack me earlier. They're only little guys. And anyway, we have Horsea with us. *wiggles her fingers at Horsea's belly to give it a tickle*
Zef: *considers briefly, eventually nods* All right, okay. *likes diving, the only problems is that "not enough air plus water" is one of his triggers that he knows about... so he'll have to take care of that and take deep breaths before going down, that should work, okay* I'm in. *until he gets too tired*
Danielle: *smiles and paddles out beyond the dock with Horsea beside her*
Zef: *follows, but pauses at some point to look back at Rapidash, but she's still standing near his stuff, waiting for him, watching them* *continues following Danielle*
[So they went diving and saw pretty Pokemon~]