036. [Text/Action for Goldenrod City]

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As grateful as I am that it's no longer raining animals down from on high, it's debatable whether this is much better.

[And there's a shot of the interior of a florist shop – one that's normally well-kept, from the look of it, though the "normally" is a bit marred today; it's not quite bull-in-a-china-shop level of disarray, but it's obvious someone's been going through the flowers with reckless abandon today.

Or, well, something, given that the next shot is showing the area behind the counter; that...well, that certainly is a pair of very young-looking and clearly sleepy goats back there, all folded in on themselves and solidly out cold.]

Don't misunderstand me, they're adorable, but they're making it somewhat difficult for me to work.

As for the more important matters, for those who care: I'm in Goldenrod City for the time being – are these things everywhere, or just here? And it's worth noting that, like with the cats and dogs from earlier, they're not anything I recognize, either.

[And Kimblee can be found in that florist shop for the better part of the day today, actually, if anyone wants to speak to him in person; this is apparently just something he's going to do with himself when he's not terrorizing the network. It's mundane work to be sure, but it's surprisingly calming; granted, if you ask him to arrange anything for you, it's likely going to be very passive-aggressive if he doesn't feel you're being creative enough in your requests, so tread lightly lest you hand your beloved something that translates to "SORRY ABOUT YOUR TASTE."]

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[By some miraculous twist of events, Dist is actually out of the base today! It's time to change out the flowers kept in his and Kato's office, which means a trip to the florist is in order. Fittingly accompanied by his Roserade, the pair make their way inside, only to discover that a small war on flowers has apparently taken place. Well, that's concerning.

Dist watches his steps as he weaves around broken flowers scattered on the floor, Rosamund the Roserade not too far behind him. Neither of them seem pleased by the presentation of the shop today. In fact, Dist is feeling pretty vocal about it. Time to give the poor clerk a piece of his mind!]

What in the world is this? This place is a mess, and anything but professional! Why, you all should be ashamed of yourselves...

[...

Wait a second.]

Mr. Kimblee?

[What is even going on here.]

[explosivecombat]

[...You know, Dist, there are some people that think that everyone should be forced to do three-month stints as a waiter, a taxi driver, and someone who works in retail. Kimblee can't say exactly how much he agrees with that notion, personally - but just think, it may have prevented you throwing a fit at a Beta in your organization.]

Oh, believe me, I'm fully aware. The resident plague, however, had other ideas; just the same, I appreciate you bringing it to my attention in case it had somehow escaped my notice. Very courteous of you.

[For what it's worth, his voice is very, very pleasant. Good afternoon, Dist.]

Were you looking for something in particular?

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[Unsurprisingly though, Dist's less concerned about how unpleasant he's come off by yelling at people in retail and more curious why said Beta is even working here. Shouldn't you be off doing important Rocket work, Kimblee...

Instead of apologizing for his outburst like a normal human being, he'll just huff indignantly instead. Just because it's Kimblee doesn't mean his disdain has vanished. This is still a disservice to flowers, dammit!]

Well, my intention was to purchase several bouquets of roses and lilies...

[Ah, suddenly something clicks.]

What are you talking about? What "plague"?

[How he's managed to not see a single grass goat until now is amazing, but here we are.]