Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

The spirits in the Bleuet Town shines have become upset. They are hiding in the earth and won't come out. The ghosts are gone and then so am I. I am going for Aubergine City. But I will come back for your badges, Sam and your birds.


[Audrey]

Has no one ever taught you manners that you disrespect the dead by sending them away? Now they are gone.

This whole pokemon thing is more fun than I thought it'd be.

[Hot Sharon]

Did you just send me a note in invisible ink?

I have clothes. Does someone need clothes?

Also two new friends. Cosmog and Oshawott is what the small computer says.

Here at Team Foxtrot, we endeavor to ask the question: What is a Pokémon?

Based on a week and a half of careful research, we've discovered that as long it has eyes, it's a Pokémon. At least in this world, it is. And in this world, that's the only thing that matters. Whether it's a Pokéball, a mound of clanging gears, a ship's anchor and wheel, or an actual pile of trash - as long as it has eyes, it is a Pokémon. So watch out for things watching out for you.

[Loki]

How willing would you be to change the color of some newly-acquired clothes for me? On a scale of 1 to literally never?

[OOC: Over the next two three days, Audrey makes it her tireless mission to stick googly eyes on every. single. toilet in this entire place. She will not rest until every toilet has been made, by Foxtrot standards, a Pokémon. Enjoy.]