ohmyarceus | MARCH - APRIL TEST DRIVE MEME

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[The feed starts out pink. Very pink. Blindingly pink, actually. There's muffled giggling before the pink mass is pulled backwards and it becomes obvious what exactly it is--a Minior. There are hands holding it in front of the 'gear so the Pokemon's trainer is obviously there but apparently it's the Minior that's going to be doing the talking?]

Hello every body! My name is Dipper!

[The Minior is bobbed back and forth as the trainer speaks, the Pokemon looked delighted with the attention it's getting while it's trainer is trying hard not to dissolve into giggles. She--because despite the deeper voice she's trying to use it's obvious it's a girl--manages to contain herself, clearing her throat to keep going.]

I'm looking for mysteries because boy, I love mysteries! Mysteries mysteries!

[More bobbing and the Minior let's out a cheery noise that gets giggles out of it's trainers--"Dipper, shhh!"]

Anyone got a mystery they need solved? Call on me! I'm the Mystery Solver!

[The Minior is pulled backwards with a happy noise, the little girl appearing in full now as she giggle-snorts, hugging her Pokemon to her chest. Mabel grins cheekily, pressing her cheek to Dipper and nuzzling him.]

Who's the best detective ever? That's right! Little Dipper is!

[Action - Azalea Town]

Anyone wandering through Azalea Town will find themselves crossing paths with a young girl that is clearly very enthused by the sheer amount of Slowpoke inhabiting the town. So much so, in fact, that she's somehow managed to lure ten of them to her and is having a makeshift sort of tea party with them. Poffins are sitting before each one of her guests--and they're all slowing eating with those big dumb grins on their faces--while Dipper the Minior bobs about happily, floating around the party and genuinely just having the time of it's little life.

Mabel, meanwhile, is seated within the sort-of circle of Slowpoke, sweater sleeves pushed up to her elbows as she daintily sips from her water bottle.

"Oh yes, that sounds very exciting, Miss Knickbocker Puddingbot," she said with a sage-like nod, addressing one of the Slowpokes that had bits of Poffin all of it's snout. Mabel giggled, breaking her act, and reached over to gently brush off it's face. "For someone that eats so slow you sure are messy!"

Poffins. She smelled POFFINS.

A Glameow was sniffing around, tail bounding happily behind her as she seeks them out. Following her was a skinny Purrloin, trotting on all fours with nose sniffing at the air. Both their ears lifted when they noticed the tea party.

Poffins!

Both start trotting over. The Purrloin starts meowing loudly to get the girl's attention but the Glameow just shoulders her way in, sniffing at the poffins before starting to bite one. She growls at the Slowpoke she was robbing, paw pressing against it's face to push it away.

Mabel, who was in the process of hand feeding a Slowpoke, sat up a bit better to see what all the fuss was about and almost instantly her eyes lit up.

"Oh. My. Gosh!" The poffin was set down and she hopped up, stepping with ease around the slow eating Slowpokes so she could swiftly scoop the Glameow up and squish her into a hug. "Look at how cute you are! You are so precious!" Mabel nuzzled her cheek against the feline's head before grinning widely, cradling the Pokemon in her arms as her attention went to the other feline. "And so are you! Oh, look at how adorable you are!" she cooed, kneeling down and holding out a now sweater sleeve covered hand to the Purrloin. "What's new pussy cat?~"

Oh. OH GOD. WHY WAS THIS GIRL TOUCHING HER?!

Potya's legs stick straight out, paws reaching for the table. There might be little scratch marks left behind. Ears went completely flat at the hug, eyes wide as she stares at the girl nuzzling her.

Once on her back Potya shoves all four paws up under Mabel's chin to hold her back, fluffing all over in shock.

Podyy was also fluffed, back arched in surprised. He approaches slowly to sniff at the sweater covered hand cautiously. He eyes her then reaches to bite the sleeve of the arm holding Potya, pulling to try and get her to drop the Glameow.

Sorry, Potya. Mabel is not in the least bit phased.

"Oh now there's no reason to be grumpy!" the young girl mused as she tilted her head away from the paws pressing at her chin, plopping down to sit on the ground among the Slowpoke again. "Hey! No holes in the sweater, Mister Whiskerface!"

Shaking out her other arm a bit, Mabel managed to get her hand free of the sleeve without letting Potya go, reaching to gently nudge Pod away. By this point Dipper had floated over, spinning and twirling merrily like the oblivious little thing that he was, the Minior dropping down to bonk the Purrloin on the head.

Hello friend!

"There you are, Dipper! Look I found new friends for the tea party! This is Mister Whiskerface and this--" Mabel held up Potya with both hands now in true Lion King fashion, her eyes sparkling. "--is Miss Fancypants Beantoes. Isn't she gorgeous?"

Pod sits back on his haunches, lifting his little front paws. He stares intensely at Mabel, looking between inquisitive and filled with incredulous anger but that was just resting weird face for him. He startles at the bonk, looking up and batting lightly at the Minior.

He stares in awe at the sparkly thing, swinging another paw up, trying to catch it. Look at the shiny thing!

Potya was forgotten, left in Mabel's arms or now.. hands. As she's held out in presentation and.. Miss Fancypants Beantoes?!

Now she was flailing, meowing loudly and kicking in the air. FREE HER. THIS WAS UNACCEPTABLE. WHERE WAS POD.

Pod was sniffing at Slowpoke tail, before patting it gently with a little paw. He'd forgotten about Potya's plight for the moment.

"Miss Fancypants Beantoes the famous opera singer! Back from her world tour, ready to relax in Azalea Town among the common folk!" Mabel narrated as she leaned backwards against a Slowpoke that just happened to be attempted to walk past, holding the flailing Potya over her head. "Gracing us with your presence, madam, how kind of you!"

Rocking herself forward, Mabel plopped Potya down into her lap and wrapped her arms around the Glameow as a curious Slowpoke--the one with the Poffin covered face from before--came closer to sniff at said feline's face.

"Gasp! A fan!"

Meanwhile, Dipper twirls and lands on the Slowpoke that Pod was sniffing at, wobbling about before rolling down the other Pokemon's back to the base of it's tail. It let's out an odd metallic-y noise at the feline before rolling back towards the Slowpoke's head.

Follow me!