ink and magic

{The camera comes on pointed at the sky, before being fumbled around to face-- Oh.}

{So. That sure is Nanao. Being swarmed by living blobs of cotton candy. That's a thing. There's even one stuck in Nanao's hair, and her expression can best be described as incredibly long-suffering.}

It seems to be that Cherrygrove's run of luck when it comes to these swarms has abruptly come to an end. If anyone wants a living ball of sugary sweetness, please, please let me know. I will happily provide one - or more! - free of charge.

{That's when one of the Pokemon lets out a battle cry of "Swirr!!" and launches itself at Nanao's face.}

I-- What-- Help! {That triggers an avalanche of Fairy-types towards Nanao. Someone please provide assistance.}


{ooc: action tags are welcome, video tags will come after she's extricated herself from the sugarpile.}

video

{Hello Route. Nanao's sitting at a picnic table in New Bark Town, hands folded neatly on the table. One hand's knuckles are wrapped in a handkerchief, but she stares levelly at the camera, eyes utterly serious.}

Hello. I would be grateful if someone out there was able to provide an answer to my questions. Don't worry, I only have two. {She looks away for a moment, swallowing.}

How were we brought here, and does anyone know why? I think I understand where we are, even if the premise is absurd, but it is the how and why that yet eludes me.

{A Pidgey chirps somewhere off camera, and Nanao's fingers clench and uncurl.}

A precis on what happened might be nice as well, considering that this town looks like it's been ravaged by a storm.

{That said, she reaches out and clicks off the feed. She'll be wandering around New Bark for a while at least, so feel free to approach her if you see her!}