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2 ♕ The Hangover [Phone/Action]
[ A - 849 Goldberg Street ]
[ When the sirens began to ring, the only thing Tsunade could do was wake and dash downstairs. There, she encountered her package. Regains from Christmas. She was hesitant to open them during Christmas, given their lack of marking, but, now, without any clue of what would be inside, she decided it would be best if she could open them. Her first one? A picture of a bunch of paperwork from home. ]
What on Ea-[ BOOM
Within the seconds of Tsunade's statement the house seemingly explodes into paper filled chaos. Stacks and stacks of paperwork begin to torrent around the living room, and the living room door bursts wide open, with paper flying out of there by the forests. If you dare to take a look to see what the hell just happened, you'll get a Tsunade who's sitting down with paper up to her shoulders before her pet pig, Tonton, stark naked and without her expensive pearl necklace, pops out of the paper with a fierce oink! ]
[ B - Phone. ]
Ah, this is probably the worst hangover I ever had. [ Her voice sounds haggard and raspy. She sounds exhausted and weakened by all accounts. ] I can't even remember the last couple of days. What the hell did I drink....? [ She knows what really happened, but, she wants to synthesize as much information as possible and for that, she has to play dumb ]
[ C - The Post Office ]
[ With the realization that the paperwork had her entire life story and biography in it with the mysteriously missing parts filled in with her journal that has a day by day summary of her life, Tsunade realized it was time to go to the post office. On the way there, you see a very, veryold lady walking into the office. If you're in there, you know what happens. Tsunade finally made a trade and is, within a blink of an eye, transformed to her younger state.
If you're waiting outside out of curiosity, Tsunade emerges young and not wrinklyas ever. Her loyal pet pig is by her side. ]
Ah, Tonton, now that that's out of the way, let's get going. Oink!
[ D - Anywhere! ]
[ There is a pig following you. Just a random pig. And no matter how much you try to shake it off, it just won't leave you alone. It'll continue to follow you down many streets, with its nose slammed into the ground like a police canine unit. Yep. She doesn't speak, she doesn't talk, she doesn't do anything but follow. ]
[ E - Olney's Tavern ]
[ Tsunade, with her trusty pet pig in her purse like Paris Hilton and chihuahuas, sits at the bar, wallet ready and eager. ] All right, bartender, make some magic for me. This damn town took two weeks away from my memory, and, in return, I'd like to forget whatever the hell I've been doing from now until the 27th. One Long Island Iced Tea. By the gallon even, I don't give a damn.
[ When the sirens began to ring, the only thing Tsunade could do was wake and dash downstairs. There, she encountered her package. Regains from Christmas. She was hesitant to open them during Christmas, given their lack of marking, but, now, without any clue of what would be inside, she decided it would be best if she could open them. Her first one? A picture of a bunch of paperwork from home. ]
What on Ea-[ BOOM
Within the seconds of Tsunade's statement the house seemingly explodes into paper filled chaos. Stacks and stacks of paperwork begin to torrent around the living room, and the living room door bursts wide open, with paper flying out of there by the forests. If you dare to take a look to see what the hell just happened, you'll get a Tsunade who's sitting down with paper up to her shoulders before her pet pig, Tonton, stark naked and without her expensive pearl necklace, pops out of the paper with a fierce oink! ]
[ B - Phone. ]
Ah, this is probably the worst hangover I ever had. [ Her voice sounds haggard and raspy. She sounds exhausted and weakened by all accounts. ] I can't even remember the last couple of days. What the hell did I drink....? [ She knows what really happened, but, she wants to synthesize as much information as possible and for that, she has to play dumb ]
[ C - The Post Office ]
[ With the realization that the paperwork had her entire life story and biography in it with the mysteriously missing parts filled in with her journal that has a day by day summary of her life, Tsunade realized it was time to go to the post office. On the way there, you see a very, veryold lady walking into the office. If you're in there, you know what happens. Tsunade finally made a trade and is, within a blink of an eye, transformed to her younger state.
If you're waiting outside out of curiosity, Tsunade emerges young and not wrinklyas ever. Her loyal pet pig is by her side. ]
Ah, Tonton, now that that's out of the way, let's get going. Oink!
[ D - Anywhere! ]
[ There is a pig following you. Just a random pig. And no matter how much you try to shake it off, it just won't leave you alone. It'll continue to follow you down many streets, with its nose slammed into the ground like a police canine unit. Yep. She doesn't speak, she doesn't talk, she doesn't do anything but follow. ]
[ E - Olney's Tavern ]
[ Tsunade, with her trusty pet pig in her purse like Paris Hilton and chihuahuas, sits at the bar, wallet ready and eager. ] All right, bartender, make some magic for me. This damn town took two weeks away from my memory, and, in return, I'd like to forget whatever the hell I've been doing from now until the 27th. One Long Island Iced Tea. By the gallon even, I don't give a damn.
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You don't fit the description of any Spoink I've read about...
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As Tonton stares blankly at Platina, Tsunade comes rushing up the street yelling. Her face is red and she looks pretty exhausted from just running everywhere. ]
Wait! Wait! Tonton! Stay put!
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Tonton...?
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Yeah, Tonton. She's my pet pig from home. The town just gave her back to me. [ She lightly grazes Tonton's ear with her fingers gently. ] She must have liked the way you smelled so she stuck by you. Thank you for looking after her... [ She'll use the classic, "I do not know your name" tone. ]
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[ she gives a polite bow, but looks puzzled at the weird phrasing ]
I've never seen anything like her before... but, did you say the 'town' gave her back? How so?
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[ She gives a charming smile before it fades into an unsure, puzzled look. ]
You haven't seen an average pig before? Just what type of wildlife do you have at home?
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Just how long have you been here? [ The general posture, confusion, tweed, and everything else points to one thing: that Platina has to be new. ]
Re: 2/2
A few hours, maybe. I believe I've been kidnapped, even though I shouldn't be in danger anymore. My Pokemon are missing, too...
[ oh man she really misses her bodyguards right about now 8( ]
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I really hate to tell you this kid but you aren't safe. Look, it's really complex but just a month ago, people were seemingly erased from existence after deciding so in a dream. Then everyone else treated them like second class citizens because everyone thought they were replacements, then, we were ordered to kill them and some of the town actually complied. Then we learned in the everyone that these "fakers" were real the whole time. [ Her tone seems hardened and distant. She doesn't seem remotely sad about this as much as she seems for the kid and her well-being. ]
Do you want to know more? I have a notebook filled with stuff.
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I'm interested in learning. And, if this place is really that dangerous... how did you get your Pokemon back? How could I find mine again? I would feel safer...
[ she can't help but look at Tonton with a little curiosity, because in pokeworld everyone defends themselves with pokemon! only this guy doesn't seem very formidable but then again looks can be deceiving :|a ]
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[ Tsunade opens up her notebook to this page where she has written something, though it does seem quite obviously copied from another source. ] This sort of gives you the low down of what we're dealing with.
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[ her inner researcher is sparkling a little, but there are more important matters! she nods at Tsunade's words, reads the intro letter carefully, then glances up at with admiration ]
... This is a little hard to believe... but, thank you for the information. Did you discover all of this yourself?
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It is, but I saw some proof of it last month. As for discovering this? Tch. No. It's apparently a contemplation written by some guy who's not handing them out anymore, the original was passed to three people before it reached me so I just copied it down for future reference.
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That's resourceful of you. Again, I appreciate it... and, I can relate. If everyone here is really from a different world than me... maybe it's good that they wouldn't recognize my family name. Are you that famous, too?
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[ it annoys her a little that she's supposed to live in a house as small as the one she woke up in and not a mansion or villa like she's used to. she didn't really pay attention to it, and even though she'd be a better navigator with a map, her sense of direction is pretty decent. still, there's probably going to be a few wrong turns/detours on the way to 308 miller~ ]
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[ Tsunade remembered her home just because of her excellent sense of memory. That and she needed something to call the police about. To bad the police are mostly drones or assholes. She'll follow Platina though. ]
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[ ... that and she'd be embarrassed and a little too proud to make mistakes on the way back to her place... ]
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It's okay. When Tsunade's drunk people have reported her trying to ride trees home...]no subject
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Are all of the houses here supposed to be so small and uniform?
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