Recap for Rotomblr of what's happened since I've been gone
-April 1st (ironically) I start my internship managing boring PC stuff.
-Get really busy with that and then finals + end of year projects. It's now May 15th.
-Decide that after my last final I would go to Café Triste. It's my zorua and I's favorite hangout. I'm sipping on a nice latte, Zorua is having a Poképuff. All is right in the world.
-Really loud screech sound. Definitely Pokémon. Never heard it before but I am tired so I don't care.
-Kid with a talonflame comes running around the corner. Before I know what's happening he commands his talonflame to use flamethrower at the sky.
-Massive shadow flies overhead. I realize I've ended up in the middle of a Pokémon battle. This happens sometimes, albeit usually at night here in Lumiose. I'm fine. I pick up my coffee mug to head inside.
-Massive screech #2. LITERAL DEATH BEAM DESCENDS AND OBLITERATES THE SIDEWALK BESIDE ME. I look up and this 12 year old is fighting FUCKING YVELTAL.
-Kid and talonflame dodge. They then continue running.
-I realize I fucking live here and a death bird is on the loose. I am actively calling the cops (acab but sometimes shit gets so fucked you have to out of everyone's safety).
-I stay at the café because I AM NOT QUALIFIED TO HANDLE ALL THAT.
-Fast forward a handful of minutes. Yveltal and the child are no longer nearby. Decide to head home
-It's gone. Like fully. The entire apartment building is just gone in a pile of ash.
-Fast forward. Thankfully there's things in place to financially help people when wild Pokémon destroy their stuff. There's a million different pieces of paperwork but I start making headway. I'm compensated for a motel just outside of Lumiose during construction. I slowly start getting new stuff thanks to the funds.
-June 1st, Pride month, the funds run out. I'm only compensated for like half of my stuff. Corbeau (yes that one) apparently gives more funding to the project? Paperwork is being done on the governments end rn. Thankfully it looks like I won't have to do some kind of deal with him to get the money.
-June 11th (today) I'm no longer in a motel. I am home for the summer. Still trying to cope with like... all of my shit being destroyed yk? My roommate is fine physically, thankfully. We've been talking a bit more, shared trauma and all that.
Yeah so uh... that's been my life. How's everyone doing?