She’s never been to Sinnoh before.

Logically, there had never been a reason to go -- raised in Hoenn, Magma’s business had never taken her anywhere besides Kanto on one brief occasion. And when she’d decided to travel a little, Sinnoh hadn’t been on her must-see list. At least, the girl laments, Veilstone was not a hard city to stumble across.

Courtney isn’t naive to the rumors, to the implications festering in nearly every region now. She’s been restless for years, and she’d jumped on the opportunity to read between the lines and do something meaningful with herself again. Rocket sightings have been on the rise; Galactic has been s. stirring. Two decade-old organizations coming back. She’s curious. First and foremose, she’s hoping Maxie will do something about it. But while Maxie has history with Team Rocket and its boss(es), he’s never been the slightest bit fond of Galactic, nor of Cyrus in particular. She’s always found it ironic that two men so similar shouldn’t get along, but it’s never concerned her. If Galactic is back in an capacity, however, Courtney has little expectations for the Magma leader to look into it personally. Even when Cyrus is, analytically speaking, probably dead. So she sees the need to take it into her own hands. Investigate personally.

It’s no official mission that brings her to the entrance of the old Galactic Headquarters. She notes that it hasn’t been repurposed, but it’s been better taken care of than she would have expected. Has somebody kept up with housekeeping? It’s... Interesting. Certainly lends itself to the idea that something is amiss with the ex-organization. So she takes one step forward, and another, the ends of her scarf dancing against her arm as she reaches for one of the doors. It doesn’t give under her touch, but the girl isn’t fazed. A building like this, however abandoned, would not likely be left unlocked. Courtney steps back again, slips her hands into the pockets of her jacket, and ponders if there might be some other means of entry left unguarded.

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Sam&Lucas

Munchlax is not allowed in the lab unsupervised. He will eat every piece of research he can find.

Sam must check in every hour on dates with his mafia boss boyfriend, or Lucas will assume the worst and send an email to Rowan about Sam’s tragic death. Again.

Giovanni is no longer allowed to spend the night in the house.

Or the lab.

Bunsen burners are lab equipment, and their intended use is not toasting marshmallows or reheating cold coffee.

Do not feed Princess human food. Gengar don’t need to eat, so she’ll just get fat.

Lucas and Sam’s Porygons need to be separated at night, or they’ll get bored and start making the AOL noise back and forth at each other for several hours.

Cyrus is not allowed to spend the night either.

Do not bring up the New Years Party.

Sam may drink more than he should, but the things he says after a few glasses of wine still shouldn’t be repeated back to him after he’s sobered up.

Cyrus&Guzma

Bling is to be stored in jewelry boxes, not all over Cyrus’s nightstand, or in the medicine cabinet, or all over the kitchen.

Cyrus is not to go on his morning runs unattended.

“I understand that the couch may be uncomfortable, however that does not give you permission to climb into my bed. Please let go of me.”

Cyrus has very little concept of time left after being in the Torn World, and sometimes needs to be reminded to take his medicine/eat dinner/go to bed.

Cyrus isn’t allowed to complain about Guzma’s TV choices after getting caught watching Say Yes To The Dress while Guzma wasn’t supposed to be home.

Do not touch Cyrus’s telescope.

Cyrus is incredibly grateful for the help around the house, though he’ll never say so to Guzma’s face.

Guzma needs to give Cyrus at least a day’s warning before having Plumeria or other friends over.

The same goes for Cyrus. No one, especially Guzma, wants to come home to find Giovanni sitting on their couch.

Friendship bracelets are an acceptable gift. Cyrus will act as though he doesn’t care, but probably cry over the bracelet alone later, and put it somewhere for safekeeping.

Lys&Malva

As the house has been overrun with them, Lysandre is no longer allowed to bring home stray Litleo.

Or Shinx.

Or Litten.

If Malva doesn’t tease Lysandre for naming his Luxray Augustine, Lysandre won’t comment on Malva’s Diantha posters while company is over.

Friday nights are for gossiping and painting each others’ nails.

Lysandre is an acceptable pillow and space heater on cold days, so Malva is welcome to lay on him while he complains about not being able to get any work done.

Any of Lysandre or Malva’s potential romantic partners need to go through a rigorous approval process with the other, since they both have the worst taste.

Just don’t bring up Sycamore while Lysandre is around. Just don’t.

No, Malva is not eating all the cookies Lysandre stress baked, it’s way too many for any human to consume.

13. My/your muse tells the other a secret.

The woman who gave him her blanket is nice. A little sharp around the edges, a little strange, but nice. She introduced herself as Malva. Wally recognized the name; recognized it, but he can’t remember from where. Maybe he’ll ask her if he remembers to in the morning. 

They’re sharing the bench now, Malva’s Talonflame stretched out comfortably along the bottom of it at their feet. He’s grateful. It would have been a long, cold night otherwise. He thinks she’s asleep, leaning against the arm of the bench with her eyes closed, but he doesn’t want to risk waking her up to find out for sure. He doesn’t mind the uncertainty. There’s something about the cold night and blanket wrapped around his shoulders that brings a false sense of security. He thinks there are worse people he could confess his thoughts to. 

The pokecenter is quiet, and he feels a once content, and as though the world is so impossibly big it will swallow him whole. “My parents want me to come home.” If Malva hears him, he doesn’t notice. He continues anyway. “They’ll never say anything, but I can tell. They’re worried and I’ve been.. gone for a long time. I think it’s been something like a year.” 

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Nia’s footprints squelched into the mud leaving imprints of the soles of her boots where rainwater pooled. Above, the sky crackled and growled, teasing lightning althought it was not quite ready to begin. Nia quickened her pace. She loved rainstorms, with their howling and gusting, but she had come prepared for a drizzle while the sky seemed prepared to fight, to force down all the flowers and grasses with its pelting rain. 

By this point, her blue umbrella was nothing more than a formality. No matter how sturdy the material, it could not cover her from the lashing gusts that sprayed rain like fine, stinging mist. She squinted and surveyed the path ahead, wishing for the route to end or for it to offer some form of usable shelter. It had been a while since she had started on Route 204 toward Floaroma Town; she had to be getting close.

Through the grey screen of rain, Nia could spot what seemed to be purple and pink rooftops poking just above the tree line. She used one of her hands to cheer, a short but satisfying gesture. There was a strong wind and the umbrella was plucked from her hand and carried swiftly forward.

Running to catch it to no avail, she glanced ahead of her to find another person’s figure in the path of her blue umbrella. “Watch out!”