eevee appeared!

  “ huh. looks kind of busy. ” clementine looks upon the large pot with people crowding around it, their voices carrying out loudly through the area. she only came by for soup when the mood struck, but it never felt this crowded. must’ve been popular today. she briefly considers going back home, but between her rumbling stomach and the time it took to get there— it would make all that effort wasted. shaking her head, she starts walking towards the end of the line, preparing for the wait until her eyes spot an unfamiliar animal prodding at the soup pot with occasional chirps and sounds. strange. and kind of cute. she was aware of the different creatures roaming, but this one in particular wasn’t like the robotic cats and dogs.

  “ … hey there. “ careful in her approach, a welcoming smile tugs at her lips, gesturing toward the pot with a curious tilt of her head. “ are you… hungry? do you want some help getting food? you can come with me if you’d like. “ she could only hope it was able to understand her.

   It seems that despite the surrounding noise (which she did try her best to overpower), someone heard her! Eevee removes her paws from the pot and stands on all fours again, welcoming the cool relief of the snow-covered ground. The pot was getting a bit too hot to touch after a while.

She peers up at the stranger and returns their smile, bouncing a few times in place to (hopefully) prove her understanding --- or maybe just her eagerness, which works as well.  “Va-vui!”  ‘Yes, thank you!’   

“I guess it’s a mystery, then – but it’s nice seeing something familiar. My name is Ash, by the way. Are you on your own or do you have a trainer?”

@eevolver​

“Oh, wow! An eevee! How did you get here?”

   While Eevee’s unintentionally out-of-sight, she spots something flying overhead. It doesn’t seem to have noticed her since it just keeps on going, so it’s a good thing she noticed it first --- it’s certainly eye-catching, and from what she can see it looks like it must be a Pokémon. 

That’s enough standing still and watching, though; she’s going to lose sight of it if she keeps doing this! So she takes off after it, as fast as she can. Which isn’t very fast. Curse her short little legs. She does her best to catch up to the pink Pokémon, though, carelessly keeping her eyes on it instead of looking where she’s going.

Gooigi is matching her expression almost exactly, gaping up at the explosions of color and sparkling lights. When they catch sight of the little creature nearby, watching the fireworks with much the same sense of wonder, Gooigi shuffles closer to her and points up at the sky in a show of solidarity. The two of them are clearly very different, but they have at least one thing in common: this novel, beautiful experience.

“ 𐍅 ₒ ᶸ  ╿ꜟ 𐌊 ᵉ – 𐌠 ᵢ ᵍ ի ϯ ⳽ ? ”

   Eevee doesn’t notice someone’s presence until they speak up, and not with a voice she would’ve expected to hear. There sure are interesting people (or creatures?) to see here, just as there are interests sights above in the sky... Their intent seems to be that they’re enjoying the fireworks with her, though, so she doesn’t mind them. 

After a brief observation of her new company, she returns her gaze skyward and beams. “Vui!” Although she’s not entirely sure she understood what they said, it feels like the right time to express how she feels about this.

   She’s vaguely aware of the ongoings of the holiday season; namely of how people favor gift-giving as a way to celebrate. What are they celebrating? Eevee doesn’t know, but she wants to take part. This is still a very unfamiliar region, but winning the affections of more people and making new friends sounds like a good way to make settling here easier. 

She finds something round, shiny and red---a Christmas tree ornament---sitting in the snow, and since no one seems to be tending to it, she decides to take it. It’s carried in her mouth and dropped at the feet of the first person she finds---a human girl, by the looks of it. Eevee has no idea what makes a good or bad gift, really, but hopefully they’ll like this one?

Pure misery, that’s what this city was. With it’s noise and it’s people and it’s overwhelming beautiful princesses and it’s angry otaku’s and-

Oh.

Well… It wasn’t all bad. It seems everyday she bumped into a new pokémon, and honestly that’s all she really needed to get through her days, to feel like she wasn’t in some alien world. She brushed some of her ridiculously long hair out of her face and knelt down slowly, a tiny smile on her face.

“Hello, little one…”

This was a good day.

“I very much am, yes. Though it seems I might be a little different to ones you’re used to. I’m Gwinifer, and I’m a Hatterene.” She held out her hand. maybe to scratch its head, maybe to take its paw. Whichever it preferred. 

   Hello is a pretty common thing for people to say, so it doesn’t immediately indicate whether or not this person understood what she said. Which would have been fine --- Eevee would’ve liked the kind attention either way --- but then, ah! Gwinifer answers her question directly. That causes her to perk up a little bit more. 

This Pokémon is different from any that Eevee’s seen, but that’s what makes this all the more interesting. ‘A Hatterene... Nope, I’ve never heard of or seen one of those where I’m from. There also aren’t any Pokémon that are as person-like as you are, so you’re right!’

Eevee considers the hand for a moment, then proceeds to nuzzle it. Head scratches are probably in order, she’s decided, as it hasn’t taken her long to perceive Gwin as friendly company. Her tail swishes, a contented smile replacing the more tentative, curious expression she had on before.

( OH MY GOSH CONGRATS!! i'm still waiting for me shiny eevee to hatch... ; u; )

   The smell of something good draws her to the center of Fibonacci, where there’s a very large pot feeding wisps of steam and aromas into the winter air. At only a foot tall, Eevee can’t quite see what’s inside the big pot towering over her, but judging by the people around her it must be some sort of stew or soup... and whatever it is, she wants some! A warm meal is perfect for a day like this. 

Actually obtaining some, however, is the issue here. She’s left hindered by her short little body and paws, and her inability to properly talk to people, so she’ll have to resort to other means of indication. Eevee stands up on her hind legs with her front paws on the side of the soup pot, her tail wiggling anxiously behind her.

“Evui, evui! Veeee...” ‘What’s in there? Could anyone get some for me, pleaseee?’