2024-01-03: Good Vibes
- Cutscene: Good Vibes
- Cast: Eleanor Klein
- Where: Celadon City, Centropolis Plaza
- Date: January 03, 506 PC Filgaian
- Summary: Having reached Celadon City with nowhere in particular to go, Eleanor relaxes for a time in its pleasant environs. She is not alone indefinitely...
Celadon City, The City Rainbow Dreams... Eleanor Klein has made it here, and it's a marvel. She has walked down white sidewalks, looked up at towering buildings made of metal and glass, and strolled through parks of beautiful green.
Yes, it's all planned. Yes, it's largely artificial. But all the same, it's beautiful to her, a lover of cities. If she lives long enough to see it, will Klein become a city like this one day...? Will it grow to such a size, to such peace?
The young elf currently sits on a bench next to a little pond, beside a fountain. She is dressed still in clothes that stand out from the others, in something like an old-fashioned business suit in orange. The fabrics are enchanted, of course, but nothing like what can be made here. And her strange, yellow-golden eyes are unfocused, staring out looking at nothing in particular over the cityscape now. Her ears fit in, but she knows she's no Nedian.
All the same, it's nice.
But she's been sitting for some time now, and along the fountain, a few creatures have begun to gather as she's been spacing out. She doesn't notice them at first. One arrives, then another, and another. Eleanor's hands are folded as she sits in the comfortable plaza, but... Eventually, it crosses her mind, more than her ears. A pleasant humming that she doesn't quite notice she's joined in. "Hm hm..."
Quiet, the thought comes to her mind, communicated from another:
'Slo...'
Eleanor blinks, and finally notices, turning around and--she startles. A dozen Slowpokes have gathered around her, lazing about as surely as she was, staring into nothing in particular. "O-Oh--"
They don't react with any urgency to her startle. But after about a minute, one slowly turns to look at her.
"Sloooooooooooooooooooooooooow," it tells her.
"I--I see," Eleanor answers. Then she pauses "Wait, you..."
'Slo...'
'Slo...'
'Slo...'
Many of them think in her general direction, projecting warmth and pleasant feelings. Eleanor opens her mouth and closes it. She thinks about it for a moment.
"...Well," she says, "I suppose if you do enjoy my company..."
One laboriously, languidly steps off of the fountain and clambers onto the bench with her, placing its dopey head in the Filgaian Sage's lap. She lets this happen, watching slowly, incredulously.
'Slo,' it thinks, 'Slo...'
Eleanor stops. She stares down at it. And a couple of minutes later, in her mind:
'...poke....'
Eleanor pauses again, and reaches into her bag. "...Well," she says, "It won't hurt anything if I take /one/ of you with me..."
The flash of the Pokeball is visible but the sound is covered up by the slow lapping of the fountain.
It's fine. Eleanor pets the Pokeball for a moment before she smiles, and looks up to the strange sky.
One day, maybe.