Frontier Town Traveller's Haus - Dining Hall

[Inkedust]

Bellatrix studied Sonora's wanted poster with an intent gaze over a platter of hash browns and sausages, rhythmically tapping her claw on its corner. Behind the feline's poster was the bounties for the rest of her gang to which she didn't place as much a stake on. There was little need for introduction to those who'd followed her from Sun Stone while any other curious passerby from their group was simply told that she'd gotten a new request and that she'd explain more in just a moment. She had been thinking over a few things, replaying the conversation with the mayor in her head several times to formulate her thoughts.

While they weren't required to even arrest them, just play the role of bouncer, it was clear that it had been an underlying prerogative and it was the best bounty Bellatrix had managed to come across thus far. On top of the pay she'd get from doing this job, she'd be in a very comfortable position for quite some time.

That led straight into her next line of reasoning. While there was little doubt regarding her distaste over Ignatius' character, there was no denying the practicality of remaining on his good side (the most obvious boon being that he was the one providing their shelter for some of the members by proxy of his son) and outright defying him felt like an instant ticket to a wanted poster and eventual trip to the none-of-her-business gallows.

Once she felt that enough had gathered, she looked up from the posters with a serious stare. "I get the impression that we will need to get ourselves on the same page regarding this matter as soon as possible," she began. "So, first and foremost, do you intend to keep your word to the mayor?"

 

[RJr3:2]

Aige wandered through the hall idly, casting a few quick envious glances at the food being served. She hadn't said much since the fight at the gala, content to run over the events in her head for posterity.

"Mmm, this is all very complex," she murmured to herself. The Roggenrola was impassive. "I don't think I can mess around as much now. Oh well, it's just like work."

 

[Inkedust]

It was rather late into the morning when Bellatrix decided to come down and have a meal. Much of her night was spent laying curled awake (not that she was normally one for sleeping to begin with) questioning if she had lost her mind or if everyone but her had lost it. The infiltration plan had been a terrible idea, right? She couldn't be the only one to see what was wrong with it. Right?

Well, no matter, she thought as she began scouring the tables for food (particularly the hashbrowns, which were an easy favourite). The ill-conceived plan had failed miserably before step one was even completed and everyone who'd been on the wagon was safe, if injured. Bellatrix was hoping to check on a few on the others. Hopefully, the others wouldn't be as swinub-headed as that electrike. A small pang of guilt lingered for leaving the way she did but he attacked first and all she did in response was subdue him before he pushed himself too hard.

She deliberated over the food with a thoughtful frown, acknowledging a passing maus with a nod when it waved at her.

 

[Spiteful Murkrow]

Lyle milled about the Dining Hall of the Traveller's Haus and searched about for a place to sit with a plate filled with as much food as his little Cyndaquil paws would allow.

It... was honestly kinda disorienting not having to worry about having enough food to eat, much less not having to pay for it. Even when he was obviously taking large portions, nobody batted an eye at things, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Problems and worrisome stories from Forlas aside, he could honestly get used to this.

He slid his plate onto a table and eyed his surroundings. His teammates the Voice had gathered apparently liked eating here, though for whatever reason, he hadn't had much luck running into them lately.

Nobody else seemed to be seated here, at the moment, so maybe that was just the opening he needed for someone to come over.

 

[Butterfree]

Well, that was a fucking dream.

Dave woke up abruptly, disoriented, something uncomfortably cold and heavy lingering weirdly in his chest. Had... had Ridley just fucking walked into the depression ocean? In a dream, sure, but who the fuck does that.

It was light out, though, and after a minute of lying there seeing if he could get back to sleep, he sighed and gave up. The dream discussion was still bothering him. Who the fuck was Seth? When exactly had everyone discovered whatever this was about dimensional portals?

He dragged himself out of bed, maneuvered his belt on, and stumbled down to the dining hall. Hopefully they had coffee brewing and he could properly wake up and maybe get rid of this fucking chill.

The dining hall was still sparse, but at least two people were already there. Archie, the Oshawott in the fedora, and Koa, the Electrike kid, were sitting at a table and eating. Dave saluted them vaguely as he went to ask the attending Tandemaus for a cup of coffee, but his gaze lingered on Koa. In the dream, he'd just been desperately asking Powehi about how to control Shadows.

"So, uh," he said, approaching their table and pulling out a third chair, "is there something you know that I don't? What was all that shit about protecting us from becoming too Shadow and how to control it?"

 

[Inkedust]

'Very well. We can speak in-person when you are ready...'

It had been about a day since Bellatrix sent that message over the Wayfarer Communications. Admittedly, she wasn't surprised in the slightest to hear that it was Koa who had that potential encounter that granted Shadow to the others. Under most circumstances, it was grounds for a rather firm lecture but she was strictly here on business today. And with a source so volatile, her displeasure could be saved for a later day.

So, the ghostly zoroark waited for the electrike to appear in the Haus' dinning hall, paws neatly placed one on top of the other on the table. Her expression betrayed nothing but thoughtfulness.

 

[Shiny Phantump]

Gladion wasn’t quite sure how comfortable he felt being in public yet, so when he went to eat, he did so at an irregular hour and distanced himself from the other people there as much as possible. Felt more comfortable that way, slightly more private. Nova’d already blazed the trail as far as being a… a Silvally? That had been what Odette had called it, and he did really like the name. Regardless, the fact Nova had done it before didn’t make it feel any less odd about it— It wasn’t a subject he was keen to talk about the circumstances of.

 

[Tetra]

Worry ate at Koa as he hung around the dining hall, scanning for any glimpse of green. Where was she? Maybe she was avoiding him... Not that he could blame her after what happened, but he couldn't ignore it either. He'd hoped talking to her at breakfast might be less invasive than trying to barge into her room.

Just as he was considering giving up to try somewhere else, he spotted her from afar. Steeling himself, he trotted over to her, stopping before he got too close. "Hey Mhynt," he said neutrally. Now that he stood in front of her, it felt harder to find the words to say. Another apology felt pointless, but pretending she was fine felt risky too after everything that had happened. Assuming she even wanted to speak to him at all.

"Holding up okay after the raid?"

 

[canisaries]

It was a new day, and Andre had slept surprisingly well despite his worries about his life back home. He'd come down to the dining hall for another delicious breakfast - one great perk of living in the Haus - and he was looking around, curious. He spotted one of the Wayfarers he was less a familiar with - the red-haired sneasel named Silver - eating some grilled fish on his own. Hm. Should he provide him with some company? Meeting new people was always fun. He didn't know if it was so for the sneasel, but he could always ask if he was intruding.

Andre took two slices of bread and spread berry jam in between, then took his breakfast with him as he approached the redhead. He cleared his throat. "Hey, Silver, was it? Mind if I sit here?"