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[Right]Songstream Hall, Main Hall/Mess Hall[/Right][hr]

Kick clapped his hands together as Gale made his way back to the crowd. [color=ed1c24]"Well, it was great meeting all of you. Ting, I've been to Dunescar, and it was pretty bad back then. I can't imagine what it's like now. Fio, I'll admit I've never gotten trapped in a bag before, but as far as making friends and rescuing pokemon go, this'll be a great place to start. And as for you Gale..."[/color] His head turned towards the little blue and yellow pokemon, and his demeanor momentarily softened as he resumed speaking. [color=ed1c24]"I'm sorry to hear that. It's a story I've heard too many times these days. I hope you find who you're looking for."[/color] Kick's attention turned back to the crowd at large, his previously gloomy disposition disappearing just as quickly as it had arrived. 

[color=ed1c24]"Now then, I do hope you're all holding on to something steady, because it turns out we may have yet [i]another[/i] new recruit or two coming in. I'm just mainly waiting for a few things to be finalized,  paperwork-wise. You know how it is. What should take a few hours ends up taking a whole week because permit this, approval that, yadda yadda yadda."[/color] He twirled his hand in a circle as to add emphasis. [color=ed1c24]"Anyways, I do believe it's chow time boys and girls. Hector has prepared a fine selection of breakfast foods, as usual. "[/color] He raised an eyebrow and pointed a finger gun towards a Heracross in the back, who in turn gave a polite bow. [color=ed1c24]"You all make sure to eat well, and as for our new recruits, come see me in my office afterwards, I'll have your first assignment there."[/color] Kick put his legs together, before putting his right hand to his head in a salute. [i][color=ed1c24]"DISMISSED!"[/color][/i] His authoritative voice boomed across the room. 

Ting flinched as Kick's voiced boomed. He didn't seem angry, just loud. He'd guessed all those years in the war just made him talk like that. But chow time? Did he mean breakfast? He hadn't eaten in a while, so food was near the top of his priorities. He followed the rest of the group down a nearby hallway, following a newfound scent of food. He looked towards the other two new recruits. At least they weren't bigger than him like everyone else here. Hopefully that bodes well.

Finally arriving in the dining hall area, everyone immediately scattered in varying direction, some towards the back, some off to the side, some taking a hard turn right at the entrance, but they all seemed to be heading to different tables with varying foodstuffs on them. Some were loaded with pastries and tarts, others had fruits and juices, a few even had a variety of still sizzling meats on them. Ting looked around the room before he eventually settled on a small table that had a few omelets on it, and grabbing a seat there. Was he... supposed to take one and then leave? Was he supposed to grab what he wanted and then head to the big table in the center in the room? He couldn't really carry much by himself. And why were there seats here and at the other little tables? A tour would've been nice.

He eventually noticed that many of the others had taken small amounts from one table to another, and sat there, and that the large one in the center was mostly unused. He saw a lone trapinch sitting there with a plate piled high with a bit of just about everything on in. How did he manage to carry all that? Ting looked back down at his plate with an omelet on it. It looked and smelled amazing. Fortunately, the table had some other things with it, namely some toast, jams, and water. Time to dig in![hr] [right]Interacting with/Mentioning: [@Ammokkx](Gale), [@The Irish Tree](Fio)[/right]