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Belle watched as Ivan took out his Poké Balls with some jealousy. How does he tell them apart? she wondered. As far as she could tell, they weren't marked. Maybe by the arrangement on his belt? Yes, that's a good idea. She glanced down. Well, it would be if I had a belt too. Maybe she should get one? Except she wasn't a huge fan of them. She didn't like having anything around her waist. It didn't help that she was a little...ahem, overweight. The girl pinched her side. But if I keep being forced to walk around like this...before long my proud stomach will peter out into nothingness. I'll turn into a stick and blow away with the wind. She sighed dramatically. By now, Ivan was currently talking about another Pokémon he had. She didn't know that he had another one, but from what he was saying, it was a Bellsprout? She didn't know much about those, except some random things she had learned on the internet. Like them being really, really flexible. Or that one internet meme with a random guy owning a Victreebel always ending up being swallowed whole by it whenever sending it out of its Poké Ball. Which, according to some internet nerd, was really dangerous because of the potent acid in the grass type's pitcher cavity. That guy had to have nine lives or something. Anyway, that was beside the point. She had no clue what a Bellsprout would eat. But if it was anything like its evolution... "Maybe it likes eating human flesh?" she wondered. Scratching her head Jacklyn said, "well, we can figure that out later. I'm sure there's a shop that we can find for that stuff. For now! Onwards!" It took them a little bit, but they did eventually make their way to Skrelp Flambe. Or was it Flambé? Confused, the bluenette followed the others in, dragging her feet some. She really hoped this wasn't expensive. At least the atmosphere didn't seem expensive, but appearances could be deceiving. Preparing her stomach...and wallet, the girl sat at the table they were led to. "Oooh, i don't think I've ever had anything like this before." Jacklyn had already opened up her menu. Putting down the menu though, the girl said, "oh, come to think of it. We've been together for awhile now, but this is the first time we sat down and ate like this." Curious to see what exactly was so great about the food here, Belle opened her own menu. And was promptly horrified. "Wha--?" she shook her head. "This menu has nothing but kelp on it!" She held her head. "Where're the potato chips? The yakitori? Heck, I'd even go for some hondewpan or a candy bar right now..." The girl flipped through the menu. "I hope they at least have some soda." Belle was interrupted from her grumblings when Jacklyn took a picture of them, the flash temporarily blinding the shorter girl. "Hey," she complained. "What're you doing?" Her mood had gone down drastically after seeing the menu. Not that she was expecting them to have all her favorite snacks, but kelp? Really? Still...it wasn't too bad salted. But it didn't look like that was an option here. She sighed. "I think I'll get the Fried Kelp. Either that or the Deep Fried Kelp. Maybe even the Double Deep Fried Deluxe Kelp." With any luck the breading would be so thick that she wouldn't be able to taste the actual kelp. "And," the blue-haired girl said, glancing at Jacklyn. "Is this really something we need to celebrate?" She didn't know much about how three-dimensional people acted, but she was fairly sure they didn't take pictures of every single minor event. At least, I hope not. Or this is going to be a long journey. She looked at Ivan. Maybe he had an answer for her that wasn't "yes, of course!"

I think we find your tipping culture super bizzare, somehow other people are expected to help people afford to live their lives? Rather than I don't know, paying people an acceptable wage? Also your healthcare costs are absolutely ludicrous. I guess that doesn't answer your question necessarily as it's about people as a specific so, I guess my next best answer would be your obsession with flags. That seems like a weak answer though. How often we apologise or queue up. I guess is the weirdest things I can think of? Maybe our creative place names.

"I'm sure you'll get a chance later." But of course. It wasn't like Vivian would never see Mr. John or his dog again, so there would surely be plenty of chances to ask about or play with cute dogs! It was just a bit unfortunate that now was no such opportunity was all. However, Stella's next thought was one that resonated strongly with Vivian. "I wonder if they have any kind of pet shops around here though...or allow pets at all." "Mmmmm... probably not." It was a school after all. And if Mr. John wasn't supposed to bring his dog to this assembly, it stood to reason that students having pets of their own was probably out of the question. And even then, what sort of pet would Vivian want? A dog like Mr. John? Or maybe a cat? Bird? Snake? Frog? Turtle? Spider? There were simply so many options that even trying to figure out where to start was a bit overwhelming. Plus, there was no telling if Stella would be okay with a pet! That was also a crucial factor! "Pet ownership has to wait until I'm done here and take off on my own, I guess." Not that Vivian seemed upset about that at all. Indeed, as long as there was a future, there was a pet to be had. Vivian was going to ask about what sort of pet Stella would want, but Kellz had also joined in, asking about the Phys Ed teacher. Right... Vivian hadn't really thought about it until Kellz brought it up, but would those two be okay in that sort of class? Vivian had met a couple people with prosthetic eyes or ears before, and one guy who had an entire jaw replaced, but limbs were a different matter entirely. If she was being honest, Vivian actually had no idea what it entailed for their health, but she did know Kellz's arm was capable of incredible feats of strength, and that Stella's leg wasn't really anything special. Hopefully they'd be able to manage. One boy, however, seemed concerned about the class himself. One boy that Vivian most certainly recognized! That was Weston Easton! "He's really famous with girls our age," Vivian whispered to Kellz. Famous, good-looking, rich, he was what lots of girls Vivian's age probably called "the whole package". But while she did like his movies, Vivian had to admit. She didn't see all the craze about the guy himself. Maybe those girls all wanted to be actresses or something, kind of like how a famous painter would be idolized by people trying to get into that sort of hobby. Vivian knew that if she was in the presence of a famous photographer or conservationist, she'd be on the edge of her seat, to put it lightly. But having never seen him in person, it was always like he existed, but only in her mind. Though even Vivian had to admit, it was weird seeing him here. Vivian checked inside her purse. Pen, pen, camera, pen, pen, phone, pen... how many pens did she have in here? Hopefully they weren't all junk. But no paper? Wait! An extra napkin from yesterday's trip to Burgz Palace! That would have to do. "I'll be right back," she smiled at the two, before heading in Weston Easton's direction. "Excuse me~" He turned, the wind tossing his hair and he smiled. "Yes, what is it, little kitten?" "Ah... I'm not a cat for one. Even if I'm really good at climbing things." Holding out the napkin and a blue pen that hopefully wasn't trash, Vivian continued "I was just really surprised to see a famous actor here of all places! Is it okay if I get your signature?" Weston had a bit of a dumbfounded expression for a moment before chuckling and going back to the previous look. "Of course, of course, it's the least I can do for an adoring fan." He cringed as he looked at the napkin but swiftly signed it with practiced ease. Vivian nodded enthusiastically to herself. Her first encounter with a celebrity, and she got out of it with a signature! Not bad for a first day of school! "Thank you!" With an appreciative wave, Vivian hurried back to the side of her friends, tucking the signed napkin somewhere safe in her purse. "Makes you wonder why he's here, though," Vivian pondered. "Method acting?" Nothing that way either. Well, this field was about what Sammi had expected. A field. Aside from the size, nothing seemed all that special about it at a glance, prompting the robot girl to return in the general direction of the slowly-dispersing crowd of students and the teachers they'd been presented with. Some were asking teachers questions, and at first, Sammi didn't really care much to ask any herself. When her gaze drifted past Jax "The Max" Benton again, however, an important thought crossed her mind. As any appropriate physical education teacher would, he wanted to train these students to get them into outstanding physical shape. This was a concern. What did that mean for Sammi? Sammi turned, heading for the teachers, and Mr. Benton specifically. "Mr Benton," Sammi started. "What do you plan to do with students who show no signs of physical improvement?" "That won't happen! You will all get stronger or BREAK TRYING!" Sammi could have sworn she felt her engine skip a rotation. "I, uh... I see." That made sense, come to think of it. Suddenly, Sammi felt a need to locate BOMB and ask him what the hell to do about the phys ed class. Even if it meant outing herself to him. With that scan from yesterday, he probably already knew anyway, even if he never got the chance to finish it. Sammi hurried in the direction of the dorm building, equally surprised at Mr. Benton's barbaric answer and the sense of urgency it had elicited from her. Sure that platform would take the students back too, but who knew when that would happen? Besides, this would give her time to think. Ways to strengthen myself... I should ask about BOMB's pump some more. It's probably better than the old engine I have, so swapping them out would improve my specs. Or I could pass myself off as incredibly weak at the start of the year, and put in more effort little by little... but it would be too easy to mess that up, even for me. This is a problem.