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!

There were strong feelings of murder in this Glameow. She swipes wildly at Mabel's face but was too far away. Legs.. too short. Paws couldn't reach. But she was going to leave scars when she got into range and--

Well yes, she really was amazing, that was true.

The distraction was enough that now she was rapped in Mabel's arms again, more securely now. Her ears were still back as the Slowpoke sniffs at her face, leaving crumbs in her glorious fur.

WHAT WAS THIS.

She pushes at the Slowpoke, hissing loudly. This was gross, this wasn't how her day was supposed to be!! This was absolutely, positively the most terrible awful day she's ever had!

Pod watches the twirling, blinking slowly. He steps back a few steps when the Minior rolls towards him, before reaching out to pap it. He leans to try and bite it but it's rolling away again and he follows, still reaching with his mouth. He'd get it to hold still...!

The Slowpoke blinked very, very slowly before flopping to the ground to get away from the angry Glameow in the same slow manner. Mabel frowned--no, it was more like a pout really--and turned Potya around so she could lift the feline up to look at her.

"Miss Fancypants Beantoes that's no way to treat a fan!" she scolded, tsking as she shook her head. "Imagine what the tabloids are going to say--nothing good." It's said with narrowed eyes before Mabel smiles again and drops Potya down, Mabel taking a hold of her front paws now and gently tapping them against the Slowpoke's head.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my dearest fan!" she said in a high pitched voice that was a bit on the hoity toity side. "Allow me to help you up!" As she narrated Mabel managed to maneuver the Glameow into one arm and haul the Slowpoke up with the other. "Bravo! Hurrah! Now please don't touch me ever again," Mabel continued in her Potya voice, waving the feline around in the crook of the arm she held her in.

And Pod, poor, poor Pod...

As soon as he attempted to put his mouth on Dipper the Minior would let out a strange noise and a burst of light would erupt from the Pokemon--Dazzling Gleam. The Minior was quick to float back up into the air once it attacked, twirling and spinning away from it's attacker as Mabel stopped what she was doing, blinking a few times before letting out a snort.

"Dipper! What was that all about??"

WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING.

Potya tries to pull her paws away, then just starts yowling loudly as she kicks her back feet. Let go! Release her! How dare you! She'd eat your face!! Death and gloom and argh!

The sudden flash of light caused all her hair to stand on end in surprise. Her eyes were dazzled and she shakes her head out, reaching up with her paws to rub at her face. What just happened?!

Pod sits back on his butt again, rolling gently off the Slowpoke. He slowly tilts over, leaning against the Slowpoke as he stares with that weird dim look.

"Hey!!"

Yuri had noticed the light after hearing the yowling. He'd been searching for his Pokemon after they'd wandered off and here they were.

"What are you doing with my Pokemon? What are THEY doing?" Ugh, Pod was in a daze again. Yuri trudges over and nudges the Purrloin with his foot gently. Did Pod break again?

And just like that the Pokemon are completely forgotten.

Mabel stared at Yuri wide eyed and open mouthed, dropping Potya in her state of shock. It takes her a few seconds to recover and when she does she's quick to straighten her sweater and do a quick hair check--meaning she tosses her hair over her shoulder like a woman in a glamorous movie might do--before darting over to stand right beside the handsome young man.

"Oh them? We were just playing," she said as she smiled, batting her eyelashes maybe a bit too much. "Hi I'm Mabel!"

Yuri, meet your newest fan.

Potya thuds onto the ground and scrambles quickly to Pod. She climbs on top of him and curls up quickly, protectively over him. She growls at the Minior before turning her head to start washing Pod's confused little face. This was her stupid Purrloin!

Yuri gives her a strange look. Did she have something in her eyes? She kept blinking them a lot.

"Yuri. Oh that's why they came over here, you have Poffins out." He sighs heavily, exasperated at his pair of failed thieves. "If you want to be fat so badly I can take your everstone away!"

Potya looked offended, paw to her fluffy chest. How dare you, she was perfect the way she was!

Yuri turns to look around at the Slowpokes.. everywhere. Azaelea was weird. "What.. .. exactly were you doing?"

Mabel! I don't act like that!

[He was really worried and he finds her making a post on the gear with...]

.....please tell me you didn't really name your pokemon that.

[Please, please tell him. His own pokemon, a Phantump is floating next to him.]

[Mabel let's out an excited gasp when she hears her brother's voice, her nuzzling stopping as she shifts Dipper into her lap so she can lean over to look at the 'gear better.]

Dipper! Pfft! Of course I didn't name it Dipper! [Insert a giggle-snort here.] I named it Little Dipper, duh!

[And now the Minior is held forward, taking up the entire 'gear.]

Little Dipper, meet Big Dipper!

"Yuri. That's a really nice name," Mabel said rather dreamily, unable to help but giggle. Oh he was cute and adorable and he had two adorable cats!

He was perfect.

His question at least gets her out of her daydreams for the moment and she blinks, looking around, then grins brightly, throwing her arms out wide.

"We were having a tea party!"

Yuri raises his brow at her, an incredulous furrow between them. What.. was wrong with her? She was acting weird. Little kids were weird as it was though so it wasn't like it was completely out of character.

"A tea party. With Slowpokes." This had to be the longest, most drawn out tea party ever. "...Alright, I guess. Sorry Potya and Podlyy interrupted."

He looks to them, reaching to scruff Pod to get his attention back. He sets the Purrloin on his feet then motions for them.

"Come on, you've been fed. You don't have to steal food from some random kid."

No.

You are not naming him Little Dipper. That is still ....somewhat my name....and I have dibs.

[Pulling the Minior back, Mabel frowned at her brother.]

It's only partly your name so you can totally share. Isn't that right, Little Dipper?

[Her frown turned to a smile as she addressed her Pokemon, leaning in to smooch it's cheek. That was it's cheek right? Well, whatever it was, the Minior seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.]

You're a little kid too, Yuri. Gosh.

"Yeah! It's been a lot of fun. So much gossip in this little town!" Mabel said before leaning in to Yuri as she side-eyed the crumb-faced Slowpoke, lifting one of her hands to partially block her mouth as she spoke to him. "See that one over there? She's a real trouble maker and totally has it out for Miss Fancypants Beantoes."

Mabel leaned away again as Yuri went to retrieve his Pokemon, momentarily pouting as she rocked back and forth on her heels before clapping her hands together.

"You should stay! For the party! Mister Whiskerface and Miss Fancypants Beantoes were enjoying themselves so you should stay awhile! Get comfortable..you know, just..stay!" With her. Hang out with her you absolutely adorable hunk of a young man.

Okay but the important part is when did you call dibs.

Um, when I decided I didn't mind being called it?

So age five. Probably five. Which is long before she picked that things name!

Can't you just name him Waddles jr or something? Like Star?

Okay but - this is important, little dude - was she physically there to hear you say dibs on the name. There's protocol and shit for this you have to follow.

What are you, the name police?

And yeah she was there when I said I was going to be called Dipper, no matter what my name really was. She's the one who helped me argue with our teachers.

An ambassador, keep up.

Then she's got no leg to stand on, it's all you, kid.

MARCH - APRIL TEST DRIVE MEME

Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls (Canon point is end of season one)

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drive by IF THIS ISN'T OK TELL ME

totally fine c:

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