Pumpkaboo took up the entire table.  No, really.  He took up the entire table.  He was the biggest Pumpkaboo Mary had ever seen.  And he was sweet.  Too sweet.  Sweet and big and cute and huge just didn’t mix.  The poor Pokemon was knocking over everything, sending them smashing to the ground with several well-meaning loops.

He just really, really wanted to be next to her.  When Mary moved, Pumpkaboo did, too, purring deep in his throat like Meowzie when she’s feeling cute.  Normally the DJ would love this kind of attention, but here at the Radio Tower it was just a hassle.

“Booboo, for the last time--!” Mary exclaimed, moving Pumpkaboo over with her foot.  He’d tried to ‘help’ her with a music mix.  Dawn, where are you?

The girl came just in the nick of time, entering Mary’s office hesitantly.  Mary was on her in an instant, holding the Pumpkaboo with both hands and thrusting her into the girl’s arms.  “Hello hello, Dawn!  This is Pumpkaboo and he’s really, really friendly!”  She smiled and took a large step back.  “He’s got a teensy-weensy abandonment issue, so you’ll need to work with him on that.  He can be destructive if left alone for too long.  But I know you’ll take good care of him.”

There’s no need to be sorry, my friend. It’s a busy time for everybody, especially when it comes to school affairs. I think it’s wise to drop Dawn in a time like this, with life getting in the way of things. We’re happy to have had her for the time that we did. In the meantime, Cyrus will be on hiatus until December 13th. I hope that this will be plenty of time for life to wind down for you. We’ll see you then!

This is it—the big one!  We’re heading into overdrive, and it’s all thanks to that interstellar genius!  There’s nobody like Cyrus when it comes to energy.  I mean, just look at his company!  There’s energy all around if, if you know where to look.  And with Pokemon, energy is cheap.  Why, just a little bit of love, a touch of affection, and you’ve got yourself a fully-evolved Pokemon.  And he knows just how to take advantage of that—and how to use it.  Let’s have him show us exactly how to do that by November 19th!  Remember, no Ultra-verses!

Send my muse a symbol, and they’ll tell you about…

🌈: their feelings on family

“Please! You think I care about-?” Lovrina stops in her tracks and tilts her head. She’s starting to get a sense of deja vu. “Wait I minute, I so remember answering this question from Karen before… Hold on!”

Sunset had fallen on the National Park, filling it with fiery oranges making way to dreamy purples.  The garden lights were strung from post to post, enveloping the streaming fountain with soft light, its waters cascading gently in the pool below. And all around it, guests in masks and tails and feathers and blood milled about happily, drinks in hand, dressed from head to toe in festive costumes.  They laughed and tricked each other with buzzers and jokes.  After X-Mas, this was DJ Mary’s favorite time of year.

Performing the role of perfect host—as she had with every event hosted by the Radio Tower—Mary smiled broadly at patrons, Trainers, and investors.  If she could make an impression on them, she’d be helping Pokémon internationally.  She was giddy at the thought.  She’d do her best, for their sake.  Leaving one wealthy investor behind, Mary moved towards the fountain to catch her breath.  That conversation really got to her!

But this wasn’t about her.  At the end of the day, this celebration was about helping abused and abandoned Pokémon find loving homes.  She looked at her wavering reflection, wondering what she saw in her face. Was it one filled with hope?  Was it one filled with existential dread?  DJ Mary shook her head, a smile reforming on her face.  She had work to do.

“Excuse me, miss, but what is that?”

It was Ben.  Mary turned to meet him, grinning, but stopped short when she saw what he was wearing.  Topless, but made over with ears, tail, and a little jingle bell around his neck, DJ Ben was the spitting image of her Meowzie.  Which was the costume that she was wearing.

“One of us is going to have to change,” Ben said, beaming, “and it’s not going to be me.  It is so embarrassing to be seen wearing the same outfit as you!”

Mary laughed and pushed him lightly.  “Ben!  What are you wearing!”

“What’s it look like?”  Ben grinned wider and gestured to himself.  “I’m you, only shirtless and better looking.”  He winked.  “I’ve even practiced my catcalls.”

The DJ stifled a giggle.  Really, he was just ridiculous!  Ben moved, causing the lights to move erratically across the ground. Dusk was upon them, the brilliance of orange completely masked by the incoming night.  She checked her watch.  Goodness!  Was it really that late?

“Ben, I’m sorry, I really have to go,” she said, her voice raising an octave.  “My show—I’ll be late!”

Ben grinned and gave her a mock salute.  “Be gone with you!  Your audience awaits!”

And so DJ Mary ran off—but not before giving her goofy goober of a boyfriend a kiss.

 KAREN, DAWN, and LILLIE—Congratulations!  Your names were the first to be drawn in the raffle.  You may now pick one (1) shiny Pokemon as your very own, so long as it is a Dark, Ghost, or Poison-type. There is no need to wait for the other winners to make their pick; everyone can choose whichever type they desire, regardless of what other types were chosen.

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?

In the past, he wouldn’t have cared less about those who break the law. He was, after all, one of those people. Being in Team Rocket can certainly bring about some negative personality traits. Nowadays, it seems Lance has rubbed off on him, and he’d rather play the role of the “good guy” instead of the criminal. That’s not to say that Will isn’t still the mischievous type, but there are crimes he won’t stand for. The one thing he will turn a blind eye to is stealing, especially food, as he knows what it’s like to live on the streets and have to fight in order to survive. Still, he’d rather buy someone food if he knows they’re having to live that way.

👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like?

Send “Let’s hear it” and a symbol for the mun to: explain in depth what love is to your muse

ANSWER HERE or something like an answer, i tried lmao