smash_logs | I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

Who: Everyone
What: DREAMS
When: A whole 24 hours spanning from September 14th-15th
Warnings: Creepy nightmares? Innuendo? I don't know, the usual.

There had been so much buzz about those stupid lollipops for weeks now. Not only out loud, but in her head - thoughts ranging from what's the deal with those things? to gotta have more to pricy as fuck. Eventually, she confused the cravings of others for her own, and it just so happened that her very own roommate had a box right on her side of the room!

Casey wasn't supposed to touch it, but she didn't see why. Money issues, or something. She didn't get the big deal about money either. She wasn't a Meowth, so there was no reason for her to have any. Therefore, the rules about it didn't apply to her.

That was her logic, anyway.

When Ai was asleep, she opened up the box and put her telekinesis to good use. Five of the candies lifted into the air - two green, three yellow - and the wrappers tore off in perfect synchronization. Too bad nobody was watching. The Abra opened her mouth wide and crammed all of them in at once, because she had no concept of savouring anything.

Shortly after, she fell asleep, the sticks still poking out of her mouth. That had to be bad for her teeth.

Soon the dreaming began...

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~~Jolt was now Electric/Grass type.~~ "That's not what I meant," he corrected. "Just... feeling like an outsider."

Oh, that made more sense. Kind of. The Ivysaur tilt his head.

"Not with us, I hope," he said. Us being the team. Bulba would have been surprised at that, and more than just a little worried. Then again... The grass type's eyes drifted back to the Garden full of Pokemon of his own kind. Pokemon that he should have felt familiar around but... didn't.

Back to Jolt with a more grounded line of thinking. "With... other Eevees?"

"Yeah," he finally said. "I don't talk about it a lot, but... You know I've never been wild. It feels like I don't know who I am. Like I want to know about my roots, others like me, but living with you guys is all I know. I worry about whether or not I could fit in, even if I could find some wild Eevees."

Hello there, many of Bulba's brain thoughts. Jolt was right when he said he didn't talk about it a lot. Bulba never would have suspected that they were having similar conundrums tucked away inside themselves. When he was done listening intently to what Jolt had to say, Bulba sat there for a moment taking it in.

Then he was on his feet, pattering over to Jolt and giving him a brusque nuzzle amongst his spiky fur with his big, green forehead. In this world of dreams he also got a big lick to his cheek, something that would have been vaguely disastrous in reality. Bulba had always been more of a physical comforter, and his sweet fragrance was there to back him up.

"For what it's worth, I think you'd fit in great," Bulba mumbled against his fur as he thought about all the other Eevees and Eeveelutions he'd known. Granted, it wasn't many, but it was still more than the saurs he knew personally. "I know what you mean though... I didn't really play as much with the other lab Bulbasaurs as maybe I should have or something." He'd spent more time waiting for the boy that he wasn't sure would be his trainer. "You guys are all I know too. It never seemed like a problem. I didn't used to think anything was weird. But then I got to come along here and..."

He gave a small shrug and sighed. "You know how this goes, huh?"

"Yeah, I do," he said, nuzzling back into Bulba. "Before Green, life was weird for me. I hardly got to see other Eevees. Bill and his researchers were studying us. You know how bitter I was when I first met you all. But you changed me. I wish I knew more about myself. I want to meet some real wild Eevees. But... Even if I never meet a wild Eevee in my life, I know I've got a place I belong, and that's with you guys."

He looked up at Bulba. "I hope one day you can figure this whole 'saur thing out. But until that day, you, me, Green, even Char, we've all got each other. And while we're being candid..." He smirked a bit. "You're the best 'saur I've ever met."

Bulba wasn't entirely sure how much he could actually accept it. Deep down, it wasn't just about being a saur. There was a disconnect from his entire typing that he just didn't know what to do with. He spent so long denying this poison typing that he felt weird trying to embrace it. He'd been getting better at connecting with the voices of nature around them, but he still felt so second-rate that he wasn't sure it was really counting for anything.

But he smiled for Jolt, playfully nipping at one of his ears. "I do aim to please. ... Thanks, it means a lot." And it did, despite it all. "We'll figure it out," he said encouragingly, though it was a bit more for Jolt's sake.

"Though... what would you do if you do find them?"

Jolt shrugged. "I guess just ask some questions... Like why we are the way we are? Do other Eeveelutions live together or separate? How do they decide what to evolve into in the wild? CAN they evolve in the wild?" He started rambling off questions, all the thoughts that popped into his head that he wished he had answers for.

Bulba nodded along. Valid questions, all of them. It was a bit odd to think about. How did a pokemon with so many options handle all of them? And not all of them were choices they could just make with rocks. Hrm.

"Miss Erika's Victreebel mentioned what they do, once," Bulba mentioned as he mused on it. "They do a big thing where they go collect leaf stones for the Weepinbell that are ready for it. Maybe it's lkke that for a few of them." The saur shrugged. "Definitely a good thing to ask."

"It's stuff I've always wondered about," Jolt said. "How they choose normally... I mean, I let Green choose for me. I trusted him to know best. But what if I had been anything else? Like a Flareon or Vaporeon, or any other form? Would I be any different?"

He shook his head. There were clearly lots of thoughts that kept his mind occupied. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to unload all my problems on you like that," he apologized.

"Pretty sure I'd still find you tuckering yourself out and I'd have to keep nagging your butt even if it wasn't so spiky," Bulba said somewhat lightly. He thought he could somewhat understand the predicament though. If his own line had been graced with even just one different option, how would he handle it? How different could it really be?

"Don't worry about it, I don't mind at all. I'm always around to listen if you need it, OK?"

Jolt's yellow cheek was met with another pass of Bulba's big yellow tongue. "Besides, I like you just the way you are."

Jolt grinned. "I like to think I turned out pretty awesome," he remarked.

"And the same goes for you too, okay?" he said. "I can't pretend to know all about what's going on for you, but if you need to chew someone's ear, let's face it, you could do worse than me."

"Probably," Bulba replied with a small laugh, and he smiled a bit. "Thanks."

And with that, Jolt cuddled up to Bulba.

I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

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oh my god i need to stop tagging on my phone look at all of those horribly mangled words

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