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[Well, Nonon looks...less than pleased today, to put it lightly.

She's more than a bit disheveled, for one thing, a few locks of her hair bouncing in loose waves around her shoulders instead of neatly tucked back, as most of it usually is; she also appears to have been rolling on the ground, if the smudges on her shoulders and face are anything to judge by, but at least she's not wearing the drum major's uniform today. What she is wearing isn't really any more dignified, but at least it's more suitable for whatever it is she's been doing, anyway.

It takes her a moment to put the camera down, since she seems to be working one-handed and there's a godawful wailing noise happening somewhere in the background; she manages to get it settled more or less straight eventually, and she promptly ducks down out of view for a moment, though her voice can sort of be heard over that wailing.]


Aria, stop it...!

[Well, Aria's cries come to a complete stop after that, but it doesn't sound like it was willingly; if anything, it was the sort of muffled, cacophonous stop that comes with someone being gagged.

Nonon comes back into the shot after that, however, looking annoyed but vaguely triumphant in that at least it's quiet for once; the reason for the sudden silence becomes clear as soon as she takes a step back to steady herself. To say that she's got her Whismur in her arms is both entirely correct and a massive oversimplification; she's supporting its body properly with her right hand, granted, but her left arm currently has it pinned against her chest in what would be a stranglehold, if the thing had a proper neck. However, since she's dealing with a blob here and she'd really prefer to not just up and kill it anyway, she's holding it in place with her forearm barred horizontally and stuffed in its mouth.

Yeah.

Aria's squirming like crazy and every now and then making frustrated "mmmffffff" noises, but at least she's not screaming anymore; Nonon just adjusts her grip once in a while as she talks, never losing the almost unnaturally cheerful smile she's aiming at the camera.]


Does anyone know how to get a Pokémon to stop crying so much? It's not like Aria-chan's a baby anymore, she should really know better! But still, she starts wailing and then she seems to freak herself out with the wailing, so she just wails more, and she can do it forever because I think she breathes through her ears.

[She glances down for a moment as though to verify to herself that that is, in fact, where Aria is breathing from, jerking back on her chokehold while she does so to try to get the Whismur to hold still.]

...Yup. Through the ears.

Anyway, does anyone know how to make her knock it off? I'd really hate to have to ditch her in the woods somewhere.
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[Well, Nonon has been here for a few days and in that time, she has observed the following:

1. The rest of her Elite Four do not appear to have come here with her.
2. She does not appear to be dreaming or hallucinating this place.
3. It certainly is a longass walk to Cherrygrove City.

Of course, during the course of working out 2 and 3, number 4 also made itself pretty clear – that being that there are a lot of weird as hell people around and no one really seems to know why. In Nonon's experience, strange unexplained freak-of-nature occurrences usually have something more behind them, and that "something more" is almost never "something good"; she's not sure how familiar her surroundings will be to others and she doesn't really want to risk anything being recognized if they're really distinctive (who knows, maybe Route 29 is noted for some particularly bizarre flower or something that'll be right behind her during the broadcast), so after a moment of pacing around while taking a break from wandering through yet more Absolutely Nothing, she seems to have found a filming spot that's to her liking.

By which we mean "she's found a tree with low enough branches for her to climb easily." It's more or less perfect – she likes being up high, all trees look more or less the same where she came from and Johto isn't much different, and…well, it prevents her travelling companion from just visibly walking into the shot, in case that comes back to bite either of them later.

So! Today there is a very tiny drum major on a very large branch, reclining like being up high ain't even a thing, and she's sucking on a lolly of some sort. Cherry, if the color when she slides it out of her mouth is any indication.]


A crime wave already? Either I've been brought somewhere horrid, or one of the newcomers might be bad luck. I hope it's not the former, this place seemed so nice, too...

[She trails off a little, as though thinking; it doesn't take very long for her to perk up again immediately, though.]

Ah, but that's okay, I guess – though it's making me wonder if there's somewhere good to shop that isn't that department store that's just been robbed? I'm looking for a particular textile brand; if anyone knows of a place I can buy clothing issued by Revocs, that'd be great!

[Ha. Haha. Haha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.

No but really though, she hadn't seen anything familiar in that one shop in New Bark; either something here is really wrong, or something is really right, and she can't be sure which it is.]


I'd prefer to avoid the recent criminal activity, though, if it can be helped; I don't think it's really any place for someone like me. Does that sort of thing happen a lot here...?

[...Might as well try to get some idea of the climate of the place, while she's at it.

She cuts the feed off after that and jumps down from the tree with no hesitation whatsoever; she can be found on the route for the remainder of the day, because it's like she found out earlier – it's a longass walk to Cherrygrove.]

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