Fourteenth Pokéball ☯ action

[achromous]

A; 1447 Mitchell Road
[Hilda wakes up, looks at her calendar, and realizes she's lost a few weeks. It's a little scary, to think that she could go to bed one day and wake up so much later, like some fairy tale, but everything in Mayfield has that sort of quality to it. She reaches for and finds Liepard at the foot of her bed, sinking her hands into his fur for reassurance. Then, still in a nightgown, she pads downstairs to see if anything happened while she was away.]

Good morning...?

Mayfield streets
[There's no better way for Hilda to get her mind off of things than physical activity, so she's taken her bike out today and is currently zipping along the sidewalks at top speed, though Liepard is easily able to keep pace just behind her bike except when she goes down hills so quickly she can hardly keep her feet on the pedals and the bike pointed forward.

She'll swerve to get out of the way of anything that doesn't see her coming in time, but it's not going to be the most graceful stop.]

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streets

[bloodypacifism]

[And you have (figuratively? literally?) run into one Euphie, who falls on her bottom.]

Ah, I'm very sorry about that...I don't think I heard anyone coming.

[achromous]

Oh no! [Hilda nearly falls over top of her bike in her haste to get off of it to see if the girl is alright. Liepard slows to a far more graceful stop, being a catlike Pokemon.] I'm so sorry, are you hurt?

[bloodypacifism]

[She laughs it off, slowly heaving herself to her feet.] I'm fine, please don't worry. I've sustained greater falls.

[achromous]

[Hilda sighs in relief at seeing she hasn't really hurt anyone.] I'm still really sorry! I just was having a kind of weird day, so I just took off... [She laughs, sheepishly.]

[bloodypacifism]

[She blinks a few times. Whelp. Yeah. She can understand that feeling. Stupid town making her believe she was the Empress. She brushes the grass and gravel off of her skirt, looking a bit irritated.] Memory-related troubles?

pet hoouuuuuuse

[mounties]

[Completely unrelated to Hilda's awakening, someone else has been trying to find a polite way to stop being locked in her bedroom, and also failing.

Hilda can probably hear the crack of a door forcibly being removed from its place as a door, and then the hastily muttered whoops of someone trying to catch it before it hits the ground. Domestic damage is perfectly fine, of course, but heaven forbid Canada make excess sound after her droning.

Escape made, she'll start to look around, also still in her nightgown.]

... Liepard? [Silly kitty, you shouldn't be here. She thinks.]

[achromous]

[Hilda pauses before she actually gets downstairs at the sound of a door being cracked open, and she turns. She's used enough to Holland locking drones in that she doesn't think it's that strange, except in the knowledge Canada must have been droned as well, which makes her want to find Holland even more. Still, she approaches Canada first, following Liepard (who answers in the affirmative, that it is indeed him, not that Canada would be able to understand).]

Are you okay?

[mounties]

I was droned. Then again, so were you, for a while now.

[Canada just tilts her head at Hilda, before smiling a little.]

It's good to see you back.

[gezellig]

[After a hard night and most of the next day of sleeping off whatever Ilsa did to him -- he still had no idea -- and meeting a -how could he even say it -- Lucas with a bad attitude, waking up to a droned household had been incredibly depressing to Holland.

Not dad had gone to work the day after that. . . and then decided that spending the night drunk was a good idea.

. . . oh yeah, and the next day. Since he's moved back down to the sofa he has no reason to go upstairs, and after drinking himself completely unconscious. . . well, he had no reason to go back to his sofa-bed either.

Yep, just taking quick rest here on the floor against the kitchen cabinets until he feels he can make it to bed. Hours after the sun has come up, he's still there, slumped down and now simply sleeping on his side on the tiles.]

Streets

[kingofshadows]

[That there's a Drapion on a walk. ...Grimsley blinks for a few moments as she swerves to the side.]

...Well. That was a short-lived absence.