#throwawaygrunt

That’s more than a reasonable request!  Exams are important, and I want you to do well.  Take this extra week to study your caboose off!  Maylene and Leilani’s extension is now... drumroll please... May 26th!  Good luck, my friend!

Say no more!  There’s nothing like good old graduation exams to take up all of your effort and concentration, and for good reason!  I definitely agree that you need to spend the rest of your time focusing on doing well on these exams.  They’re important, and you don’t want them to pass you by.  I’m more than happy to put your characters on hiatus for you.  We’ll see you back once exams are over, okay?  I’ve got you on hiatus until May 19th, but if you need another week to recuperate, just let me know.  Good luck!

She only meant to go out for a walk.  It was such a beautiful day outside, and she felt like a schoolgirl, wanting to be outside than inside studying (or in her case, working). She was on her break, she should have been relaxing, preparing for her show, eating, doing something—but when she saw the traveling flower vendor, Mary couldn’t help herself.  

The bursting blooms and gumdrop hues… they were so beautiful.  Mary couldn’t resist: she splurged and bought seven large blossoms, hoping that he’d love them.  Those flowers were her confidence, and she was full of it, with a spring in her step and a huge smile on her face.  For the second time that day Mary gave in to impulse.  She couldn’t resist smelling the flowers, letting their one-of-a-kind scent fill her being.  But she’d gotten too big a whiff and let out a huge sneeze.  The flowers she’d bought were sent scattering into the wind.

She was embarrassed by how much she cried—first from when she lost the flowers, and the second when they were returned.  Her eyes were less red and puffy by the time she arrived back at the Radio Tower for her next program she’d be co-hosting with DJ Ben.

Mary clutched the bouquet close to her chest; the butterflies in her stomach only made her feel sick.  A deep exhale, and Mary was left even more nervous than she’d been in her entire life.  She was starting to regret this.  Why Gracidea flowers, of all things?  Why not tulips, orchids, carnations, roses—her cheeks flushed a bright red.  Why not just tell him how you feel? a nasty little voice whispered in the back of her mind.  Why beat around the bush about this?

Mary let out a sigh.  “Why beat around the bush about it?” she asked, sinking back into her chair. She put the bouquet on her desk. This whole thing was a bad idea.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Someone knocked on the door.  “Hello-o!  You in, Mare?”  

Mary jumped out of her seat—she had to look productive!—and when DJ Ben popped his head into the room, she nearly lost her mind. I can’t let him see them!  She rushed around her desk to hide the bouquet—why was he here now?

“Good, you’re here!  The Director just told me—oh?”  Ben smiled at her, a glint of knowing in his eyes.  He’d seen the bouquet.  “And who are these for?”

“Ben—!” Mary started, but the DJ only laughed, ignoring her protests and grabbing the flowers from behind her back.  Mary tried to snatch the bouquet back, but Ben waved her off and gave her a toothy grin.  “They’re—I only—Ben, please—”  Her cheeks burned.

She looked around anxiously, her gaze moving from Ben, to the door, and finally at the clock.  They had less than a minute before their show began!  “Uh—look at the time!” DJ Mary stuttered, gesticulating frantically.  She began moving to their recording desk.  “We um—our show’s about to start—We should really—”

DJ Ben chuckled and took his place across from her.  “We’ll talk about this later,” he mouthed, a sly smile on his lips.

The bright ON AIR light turned on.  Your regularly scheduled program was about to begin.

SKYE, LEILANI, and MAXIE—Congratulations!  Your names were the first to be drawn in the raffle.  You may now pick one (1) shiny Pokémon as your very own, so long as it is a Flying, Grass, or Water-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.

“No.” The word burned on his lips as he uttered it. Maxie blinked and removed his glasses, arching an eyebrow at the sight before him. A report paper was clutched in his hands. The nomenclatures that he was reading displeased him greatly. “The great Maxie is not to be trifled with,” he muttered, heading towards the forested area.

He walked with his Camerupt for company as the blazing sun shifted through the canopy, highlighting various bits of foliage. Deeper in, he could see the source of the report. He was rather...surprised at what he saw. His hand reached out for the item and grabbed it. As he surveyed the area, he saw nothing but unease coursed through his body.

Giving two taps to the top of his companion’s head, the Pokemon snorted and pawed the ground before stopping. A flock of Swellow flew overhead and he watched as the birds disappeared between the trees. Maxie loosened a little and turned his attention back to the item and where it was held. He turned the thing in his hands and surveyed the item’s surface. 

blackthorn-storm Welcome to the group!!  I really hope you like it here with us, everyone is so friendly and, just, wow, fantastic.  I've never met a better group of roleplayers before!

Good evening!  What a great question, I sincerely apologize for not stating this on the event post earlier.  The easiest solution would be for everyone, even those who have just one muse, to specify which character(s) they want to participate in the event.  If you have more than one character, but only wish for one to be placed in the raffle, just use that character’s name instead.  Only one character from each mun will be chosen in the raffle.

Yar har, fiddle di dee, bein’ a pirate is all right to be… if ye be knowin’ that pirates be th’ most rotten o’ scallywags on both sides of Tirtouga.  That scoundrel Archie be knowin’ th’ Pirate Code quite well, methinks.  Assumin’ he thinks ‘em as guidelines, that be.  What say ye, grunt?  Think ye can uphold th’ law better’n yer captain?  Arr, show us yer spirit by followin’ erryone on me Masterlist!