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... We are unbound...
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Clarissa Ryte
Terrarium, League Administration HQ, Grand Glory City
As Amelia stood by her for the picture, the psychic tried to muster up her own smile for the picture proper. At the same time, it seemed that she wasn't the only one curious about how many rare-color-variant Pokemon were here for the trainers to start with. It was peculiar at best, perhaps, for such an uncommon sight. Seemed that someone named 'Ruey' had bred them, though, based on what the adults talked about? She was curious to talk to that person at some point, as with that amount of labor just to produce these results....it spoke volumes to hard work at the very least, if nothing else. Or maybe those 'eccentricities' the Professor spoke of were more than she was thiking. Hmm. Either way it piquied her curiosity somewhat.
*click*
Once the picture was done, however, they got their-...Rotom Phone? Interesting. A rather new sort of device, yes? It came with a Pokedex app installed to boot. And as Kapoc explained the task before them, Clarissa sought to listen earnestly to his words. Financial compensation for new evolutions and discoveries. Ever-updating records as they all input data into a seemingly shared source. State of the art technology. Mention of another group of new trainers who had taken their turn the prior day. Directing questions about the League to the Champion and Director. Giving them some Pokeballs to start. Good, it was all good to know and get going with before they set out.
Even so, the psychic would try to scan the other Pokemon present to further test it after scanning Sir Lopsalot. Just to get an idea about things, get some practice in, and all of that as it were.
However-
As the professor walked back to his lab, he placed a hand on Clarissa's shoulder and leaned in to whisper, "Oh, and Clarissa, be careful about showing off. I really shouldn't be the one to tell you why."
Clarissa froze up in a heartbeat. She hadn't been trying to show off, just help and-...and....but she....ahem. Yes, she needed to be careful. She knew that. It was, well, it was good advice. Yes. He'd...he'd told her that before as well during their first talk together. It was just that she'd been-...and everyone else had-...yes. Yes she'd be more careful. She had to be. Luckily, thhough, it so far seemed that no one else had noticed what she'd done with the empty doughnut box or had at least paid it any visible mind. That...that was good.
...Breathe. Just breathe slowly, in the nose and out of the mouth. Good. Even her Buneary, however, would try to rub the back of her head a little to try to assist to boot. Get the nerves down. Yes. She'd slipped for a second there, hadn't she?
Looking back to Amelia, Clarissa would give the smaller girl a nod before speaking.
"A-ah, would you like to travel together, perhaps? Maybe see if we could find another who wishes to travel as well?"
The last the nerves were leaving her system as she began to speak, much to her personal but hidden chagrin, but she wanted to see if Amelia wanted to travel together. The girl seemed to be a good person, and if they could find another person perhaps it'd be safer to travel in a trio at the very least. Plus she seemed to have a ghost-type with her, and that acted as a sort of balance for Sir Lopsalot's typing as far as she was aware. So they'd have some initial coverage to help each other too! Hopefully.
Once she would get an answer out of Amelia, hopefully without spooking the poor girl, the psychic would go to those other peers of theirs still left in the building to try to find another person amenable enough to them both to travel with if the girl said yes to traveling with her. Or, well, at least go about asking those who seemed to not be busy with something at the very least for the moment being or hadn't run out of the building in a hurry. It would be a simple search and asking of others on Clarissa's part, but she'd try to be polite enough of course, and not totally an OOC way to word things to try to get a group ready and going out into the open world.
Whether Amelia wanted to travel with her or not, or anyone else did in the end, the psychic would take a moment to approach the Director and Champion for a moment with a question of her own. Because while her family had only been around the city for a year, she'd gotten a bit of a gut feeling about something. While the city was new enough to not have any 'old places' she could see, there indeed was still an area of it she initially wanted to check out, if possible, to see if Pokemon resided there. And now with a Pokedex and Pokeballs of her own in hand, she had the chance to check it out.
"Pardon me, but I want to ask, ah, if you know anything of the city sewers and if or what Pokemon might reside there potentially? I thought I'd hear rumor of something down there after my family moved here to Evig, but I wish to draw on your expertise on the matter if you know anything about these matters."
She'd even try to go ask the same of Professor Kapoc once she finished with the Champion and Director, as well as to quietly thank him for his reminder, even if just breifly and quickly so she could finish her information gathering and leave him to his work proper. From here, if Amelia or anyone else had by this point in time agreed to group with her Clarissa would check with them about heading to her desired location. Surely it wasn't the more, er, 'desireable' of places to go...but she wanted to follow that gut instinct of hers and check them out all the same. See if any peculiar Pokemon could be found there or the like in particular primarily, etc.
Though if anyone she was trying to group with, or managed to do so, didn't want to come with to the sewers of all places....well Clarissa would say she was amenable to meeting back up after she investigated there at least. Preferrably once she'd gotten a shower at home too. Then they could head elsewhere together, perhaps, afterwards! It would be, well, better than traveling alone at least. All alone...
Headed To:
Sewers, Grand Glory City
@Remram@Joshua Tamashii@Shazamrock@Zapdos@Sanguine Rose@Lunarlord34@Crimson Flame ((I think I got everyone not busy IC pinged? I think.))
Clarissa Ryte
Waiting Area/Reception, League Administration HQ, Grand Glory City
Her smile growing bigger, it seemed, the younger child nodded before proceeding to give the Buneary the aforementioned scritches, being sure to be gentle so that she didn't accidently hurt the creature that had come over to comfort her. Amelia couldn't help but giggle as she did so, hoping that her own partner would be as friendly as the Buneary. A few seconds later, she jumped to her feet, looking a bit panicky again.
Sir Lopsalot, for his part, would lean into the scritches provided all the same. A look of happiness was on the Buneary's little face as his left foot began to lightly 'tap tap tap' on the floor, the gentle touch of the child a welcome and almost familiar one in some sense to the little Pokemon. Yet the moments of satisfaction, the sound of a happy little girl's giggle, and the good vibes of the moment would soon fade as the child seemed to jump up to her feet in a panicky manner again. A little jarring on the Buneary's part, but enough to get him to lightly cock his head with a mildly worried look again at her before glancing up at his trainer once more.
Clarissa, in turn, felt a small jolt of surprise as the child popped up again with a bit of more than obvious panicky-ness once more. Even so, she would stand back up again herself withouit any fanfare or panic herself. Her expression for the most part was back to normal now, prior moments of joy aside, though she'd catch her Pokemon's eye and give him a tiny nod. In response, the Buneary would seem to lightly sigh, and would hop back up on his trainer's right shoulder in turn.
"O-oh, I almost forgot! I never introduced myself." She said, still sounding nervous but not as badly as before. She gave the older girl a slight bow before continuing. "My name is Amelia Averyonna and I'm from Florasong Town. It's a pleasure to meet you and your Buneary, Miss."
A rather polite little girl indeed, it seemed, but she had to herself return the gesture in kind as well of course. Even so, the nerbous energy coming off of the girl was certainly something she could pick up with more than just her two eyes and ears as well. Hmm. It...made her worry a little, but that aside they were being formal at this time, yes?
"A pleasure to meet you as well, Amelia. This is Sir Lopsalot, and I'm Clarissa Ryte. My family lives here in Grand Glory City, though just over a year ago we used to live in-"
The psychic wouldn't get to finish her statement before things began to accelerate forward, though, beginning with the arrival of Director Beck. Formal yet casual, an air of warmth about her, and the like. A proper professional indeed, at least as far as Clarissa understood. Well, so it seemed until they made it back into lab and-
"Professor Kapoc? Hello?" The group of hopefuls continued to be led by the lab until they found a man with disheveled, long black hair pulled back into a pony tail slumped over his desk face first with a mug on its sides spilling the dark contents onto the white surface of the desk. They could tell it was the professor because he wore a long white jacket like every professor.
"Oh my god did he finally work himself to death?" The director walked over to the professor and shook him by the shoulder gently. "Professor Kapoc..." In response, the professor snored loudly. The ginger frowned, her brow furrowed in frustration as she shook him hard. "Cedric the trainers are here!"
-...and Professor Kapoc was just as she remembered him, outright so. Her father had last messaged her mother about the long 'working hours' in the lab as of late, but it seemed things were rather bad if the last time he'd slept was the prior Tuesday of all things. Combined with the nagging tone of the Director feeling more like she seen an 'old friend' lecture another, the arrival of the actual region Champion in such a laissez-faire manner, and the way these three seemed to go about things it was more than a little clear that they knew each other well. And that the current Professor perhaps had maybe a few more stories of the past underneath the resting grump-face he hheld than he would want to remember, but that was besides the point. Meanwhile, a somewhat enterprising Sir Lopsalot would certainly help himself to a doughnut, as well as bring his trainer one (and Amelia if she accepted one as well) to boot.
As they were led along further by the Professor, however, Clarissa felt a certain small sense of familiarity ping in her mind. Her father had noted there were reasons for the size of the building, after all, and as the glass doors to the terrarium opened the psychic raised an eyebrow. All sorts of artificial environments to maintain, and on this scale? What kind of Pokemon were they keeping here or studying around these parts to have such a grand area to work with? Either way, the others would head up to the metal table before them to pick up their partner Pokemon while she and the others...stood there?
*munch*
"Bun!"
*munch munch*
Correction, stood there while she and Sir Lopsalot began to eat their respective doughnuts (she had managed to get a simpler chocolate glazed one) and watched further hijiinks ensue before their very eyes. She watched the fashionable girl who had placed herself next to Amelia in the waiting room turn a total one-eighty from composed and spin around with an adorably tiny little bug-like Pokemon of inconspicuous size while squeeing loudly. Understandable. She likewise watched-
"G'day, nymes Steph, plezshah t' mayt ya."
No, she didn't watch in the end. This was because her free hand was grabbed and shaken, the redhead she'd seen earlier in the lobby speaking in some kind of mind-maddening tongue of lovecraftian nightmares peculiar accent all the same. It was odd, done rapidly, and yet somehow...she could make it out? It didn't take a mind reader, and she'd been exposed to odd accents before all the way back at Gateon Port on and off for some years. Etc. But to be glad for it and finding that experience useful? Well this was certianly the day for it.
"Names Clarissa, its a pleasure to meet you as well."
Of course no sooner did the words escape her lips after swallowing her latest doughnut bite in a hurry than Clarissa saw Steph zoom off to literally everyone else she seemed able to interrupt with a jarring, even if seemingly genuine, greeting or introduction of some kind. From here she proceeded to hold up the little, and also adorable, candle Pokemon above her head in a manner that almost seemed to beg for some kind of piece-defining music to be played for it. Or, well maybe a cheeky little jingle instead, hmm? Either way, the psychic's eyes would move onto the others in turn from there.
"OH MY ARCEUS!!! HIIIIII—" she squeaked as she dove down trying to hug it before falling on the ground—geez... The Zorua looked on edge before dashing away "NOOOOO DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"
That...was certianly something, as was another boy getting a peculiarly-colored little psychic type according to her own senses, and a girl getting a peculiarly-colored little dinosaur Pokemon to boot. Hmm? The boy was right, weren't such things supposed to be actually 'rare'? She'd read that up before and had her father explain it years ago, but even so had the Professor and co gone rather out of the way for some of these? The well-dressed boy in turn seemed to grimace at the prospect of a bug-type Pokemon, then, though his Pokemon seemed to pay it no mind and perched lovingly on his shoulder all the same. It was a bit heartwarming in her eyes, even if a tiny bit, before yet another girl who had in this case acquired an Eevee (that one she very much recognized, finally, herseslf) called out to them all for a potential group picture of the starting trainers and co.
Giving a small mental shrug to herself after a moment of thought and finishign her doughnut finally, or perhaps moreso having a moment of hesitation at the public photo op she hadn't expected, the psychic would walk over to join the photo taking if the others did so as well. She didn't want to be the only one-...aaaand one of the boxes of doughnuts was gone and now seemingly discarded to the side empty by another boy. Further, the girl who sat to Amelia prior and squeed loudly looked like she was turned to stone, all while her little new Pokemon having a seeming blast trying to get serious zoomies run about its new trainer and trying to climb up her legs on occasion. At least beyond this nothing el-
"Heya the-" The Pokémon immediately turned back around and ran away scared, squealing with its hands raised above its head. "W-Wait! Come back! I wanna be your friend!" Of course, Archie ran to follow the Pokémon who he will soon discover to be a Chespin. As of now, the Chespin's frightened cries and Archie's excited shouts could be heard as they ran across the pine forest zone of the terrarium.
...Clarissa sighed as quietly as she could manage, before using her telekinesis to frankly lift the empty cast-aside doughnut box and crumple it up before dropping it into the nearest trashcan. At the same time, Sir Lopsalot, who had finished his own jelly-filled doughnut, would just lightly slap his tiny forehead with and lightly run a little paw down his own face in silent exasperation at the humans-spooking-their-Pokemon antics for his part.
Their adventure, though, seemed to be about to begin in any case.
@Xaltwind@baraquiel@Shazamrock@Zapdos@Crimson Flame@Zarkun@Lunarlord34@Gremlin@CitrusArms@Remram
I am certianly interested in this on my end. And hey, hope things have been going well! @ManyThings
Clarissa Ryte
Waiting Area/Reception, League Administration HQ, Grand Glory City
In the end it really didn't surprise her to see Sir Lopsalot check in on the nervous child. He'd always been the sort to keep an eye on her own state well enough, admittedly, and was of the more 'extroverted' sort to boot. Yet upon seeing the child's hand jerk back after almost petting the Buneary, Clarissa felt a pang of something inside of herself. A knee-jerk reaction of sadness, perhaps, that the child seemed so nervous about things altogether? Ah. But, well, she couldn't assume the contents of others' lives just as much as they could assume hers. Yet before she could say anything to respond, even if her mouth was but a moment away from doing so, the child looked to her and asked in a smaller, and audibly nervous, tone of voice-
"S-s-sorry. Um... Is it... is it okay if... if I pet them? Please?"
...Ahem. Yes, it was indeed respectful to ask a trainer something like that about their Pokemon. Taking a quiet breath in and out through her own nose, then, Clarissa would let the two corners of her mouth move up a little bit. At the same time, Sir Lopsalot would take note of his trainer's own expression and, with a little smile, give Amelia a little hug to try to tell her things were 'ok' in his own little way.
"You may pet him, no need to worry. He's quite friendly and outgoing little Pokemon, and picks up on things well."
Then, rising from her seat and leaving her pack on the floor, she walked over without being in a rush and squatted down with the child and Sir Lopsalot while getting down to their level. Clarissa would then point with her right index finger behind Sir Lopsalot's right ear. her voice then lowered some as she semi-whispered to the little girl (as she had now determined for herself in this matter) when she spoke next. If Amelia tried to pet Sir Lopsalot or such, then, he'd frankly go along with it happily for his part.
"He even likes scritches behind his right ear a fair bit, to tell you a little secret."
Hmm. Something felt familiar about all of this a little bit. A tiny bit...nostalgic even. Haha. But in lieu with trying to not spook the child, or hopefully seemingly worsen her nerves, Clarissa didn't try to be pushy about things. However, she had just about forgotten the tiny smile now on her face in the heat of the moment all the same.
@Joshua Tamashii
In the words of the immortal Ash...
Look at tt all these judgey psychics. Jerks. >:T
*levitates above the peasants to travel by using telekinesis*
\o/
XD
<Snipped quote by Lunarlord34>
Inaccurate meme, no Pokemon in avatar, 0/10 :P
Who would win? A Legendary Pokemon firing off lighting bolts as attacks, or one smol fluffy-tail-enjoying awoo from Arknights who is good with a knife and is seriously trained to kill?
Take your bets votes for the winner below!
Clarissa Ryte
Waiting Area/Reception, League Administration HQ, Grand Glory City
The headquarters itself was a massive building with an exterior of glass though rather than being large vertically, it was more horizontally vast. The stainless steel awning had letters spelling out 'EVIG POKEMON LEAGUE' soldered on the top in all caps.
As she walked past the automatic sliding glass doors, her purple travel case of supplies and gear back packed and currently being pulled behind her despite its backpack-style straps, Clarissa and Sir Lopsalot found them greeted by an elegant lobby. The floors were lined with dark gray slates with a tint of blue, and coming from exposed patches of earth were full grown trees that shaded the interior. There were likewise other bits of greenery such as flowering bushes quite large pots and vines that climbed up trellises. There was even an indoor waterfall pouring from the top floor of the building into a man-made stream pouring into a constructed pond that sat directly in the middle of the lobby. In the middle of that pond, though, there some sort of projection device displaying the logo of the Evig Pokemon League: A Pokeball ensnared by roots with a tree growing out of the top. It was all enough to tell that this was a place that was trying to leave an impression and have an air of legitimacy.
Grand Glory City. The home of the new League for the Evig Region. It had been home to her for the past year, enough that it seemed to grow a little more familiar in almost an invisible sense with each passing day, but it was even so still a new home and even somewhat alien to her nonetheless. The streets were dense. So many people, so many Pokemon, and a region so rich in its density of all of these things it seemed to be bursting at the seams when she had first arrived with her parents. Not that crowds were her favorite thing in general even. Still it was night and day, if not a whole world by many accounts, different from the far smaller and more tight-knit comforts of Pyrite Town back hom-...ahem, back in Orre. It likewise differed much from the gentle flowing waters and relaxed nature of Agate Village and the verdant calm of Relic Forest at that!
She knew her parents had moved here to 'improve all of our lives', and her father's new job seemed to be taking less wear and tear on him than his old one from the seeming improvement in his demeanor in general. While it lacked a certain 'charm' she felt the wastes of Orre carried, she had heard of a place in the deserts here in Evig that...well, perhaps she could go visit to see if it brought on some sense of nostalgia or familiarity perhaps. Among other such locations. Yes. But that place was far enough away some of these spots of interest perhaps were, though, the fact she was even starting on her Pokemon journey alongside Sir Lopsalot was not lost on her in the present. Indeed, it all meant she would get to go about and finally familiarize herself more with the Evig Region proper all over beyond just certain spots she'd heard of or looked up online when trying to grasp the nature of her new home.
It differed much from her raising and education back in Orre, that much had been for sure, but her parents and grandmother had worked hard on it all nonetheless. She didn't want to dissapoint them either by failing to do her part in things, even though she had her own goals out there she supposed. Hmm.
"Bun. Bun!"
Clarissa blinked for a moment, even as the voidce soft paw of her companion Pokemon stirred her finally out of her sudden pause in the lobby just beyond the front doors. Ah. Trains of thought could be a bit distracting, yes. And, er, standing spaced out wasn't something she needed to be doing here in such a place as this, no. Meanwhile, as she glanced to her left shoulder, Sir Lopsalot for his part seemed to be looking about a bit and keeping an eye on things as per his own usual habit. Though he seemed less tense and more, well, curious than usual as well. It was, perhaps oddly enough, not their first time in this building but the second. So to her it made enough sense that the adamant little Buneary was more relaxed about things in this case. Er, not that it was normal for those coming here for a certain occasion today of course.
Walking up to the reception now, however, the psychic took a second to say why she was there before being directed to the growing group of people in the nearby seating. Wait...was she among the last to arrive? Maybe. She'd had to walk a bit extra to get here due to some new construction work starting up on her original planned route at any rate. Even so, Clarissa's eyes scanned over those waiting there nearby in the provided seating in the meantime, hoping to get some idea of who was here and some initial impressions in. And to that end-
The first person that came too sight was a blonde boy, with a pink jacket on and a pin in his hair it seemed. From the nature of his jeans as well, though, it all felt like signs of wealth in his attire seemingly obvious to her. Yet he seemingly held himself well, calmly, gracefully to some extent even. To her, at least, even the cadence of his voice seemed well-drilled in some way or another. Hmm. All the same, somehow he seemed rather midly, even somewhat vaguely familiar all the same. She'd seen him somewhere before, but where?
Next coming to her vision was a boy with striking blue hair, who seemed somewhat familiar to her in his manner of dress. Not because she knew his face, but more because it reminded her of some of the people back in Orre. Tougher looking in a sense, but sitting next to the lobby pond and...meditating? Hmm. Yet beyond that, the boy seemed to have been approached so far by a redhead whose accent made one's sanity tremble and quake in fear was odd...but somehow she could grasp well enough from what she could hear her speak of from here? It felt strange to admit that to herself, but perhaps she'd just been around enough odd accents in the past or something.
Next to be noticed by her was the person she ended up being closer to than most of the others, though, as the psychic eventually sat down away from the others a bit as it seemed a short-haired and blonde younger child had also chosen to do. She wore a cute little hoodie and some darker jeans than some of the others, it seemed, ending in some purple and white shoes. It was hard to tell on a mere first glance if the child was male or female, though, but...well, the manner of dress seemed to make it purposefully more unclear. In that sense, it reminded her of how she'd dressed for a bit back in Orre when she was some years younger even. Brought an odd sense of nostaliga up in that sense.
Yet while she gave the child she would end up sitting near (Amelia) two or three seats of space to breathe as she herself sat down, well, not everyone seemed to have respected that as well. Another girl seemed to radiate a sense of confidence, and had placed herself squarely next to the child who had tried to sit away from the others as well. Blonde hair and golden eyes of this closer-to-herself-in-age girl aside, however, something about her felt 'undesireable' to the psychic all the same. Like she had an air of confidence and put-on grace, but it felt different from that of the pink-jacketed boy. His felt more natural to the psychic's eyes, in a sense, while this girl felt like someone on those makeup commercials that came on TV every so often here in Evig. Like she was trying harder to look it than the boy was? Eh, it was an assumption and a guess at best though.
Then there was another girl sitting on a nearby bench with darker hair, more like black hair really, wearing a beanie of some sort and seeming to be lost in her own thoughts as well for the time being. Nothing too dramatic about that, nothing much to think for a first impression beyond not seeming to be as local as some of the others in her manner of dress.
Hmm. It did dawn on Clarissa that, really, it felt a bit awkward being here with a Pokemon already whereas most others did not already have one (as was apparently supposed to be the case from her current understanding). Even if the Professor had reassured her after their talk that she'd be 'ok', it was still a bit...ahem, making her stand out more than she'd hoped to. Though, strangely enough, she didn't seem to be the only one in a different way as it turned out.
Something about the child she was sitting closer to, and a rather enthusiastic-looking, slightly-tanned, black-haired and rather tall boy sitting elsewhere in the lobby seemed to be talking to yet another kid here, pinged on her mental psychic radar about now. Or rather, they felt familiar enough as presences to her powers enough so and checked out properly with her personal experiences being around very much psychic teachers, including a peculiar channeler of all things, when she was staying with her grandmother in the past and trying to get taught to understand/control her powers. It was enough of surprise, frankly, that the psychic girl's right eyebrow pulled up slightly for a moment as she avoided making proper eye contact with the boy for the moment being at the very least. Not that she was going to stare at the child or anyone else oddly either for that matter. Well, Clarissa felt she could confirm the boy was certainly a proper psychic in a basic sense at least if nothing else.
But yes, from here it was natural for her eyes to pass over the boy the other psychic was talking to at least. Small ponytail, brown hair, pierced ears, and seemed to have some level of more natural-seeming confidence to her eyes in the way he held himself. Was just barely taller than her, if she had to take a guess, but seemed to be relaxed enough in his demeanor and manner that she didn't feel the same pressure she did from the girl who had plopped herself down right next to the small child.
Yet lastly, for now, but not least was a younger-looking green-haired protagonist-energy-wielding boy one one of the couches. Maybe he was around the age of the hoodie-wearing child, perhaps? Seemed likely, because those two were certainly also younger than herself or many of the others it seemed. Could feel the raw energy and excitement radiating off of him even from where she herself sat, really, that it almost felt like it wanted to rub off on her as well. But how couldn't someone be excited for something like this, really, especially someone a bit younger than herself in all of this? Then again the other younger child didn't seem to radiate the same sort of 'vibes' in a sense, so, well, she-
"Bun!"
"Hmm?"
Sir Lopsalot, doing his own looking about as his trainer was, had taken note of smaller child nearest to Clarissa herself. Noting perhaps some kind of familiarity to his own trainer, though, the brave little Pokemon had hopped down from Clarissa's shoulder and onto the floor. While not tying to prod the young one's personal space as much as the stylish girl sitting right next to her, though, the Buneary tried to get into the child's sight to see if they were ok. A little concern was written into his little face at first, even as he then proceeded to wave at the small child from his floor position and gave a cheery 'Bun' and a smile just to try to be friendly.
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You know the ruuuuules, and-
SO DO I!
@Remram I am chill with the Discord as well, and can put stuff here when talking to non-Discord folks! 
And added camping gear/an extra change of clothes to Clarissa's inventory too!
And added camping gear/an extra change of clothes to Clarissa's inventory too!
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