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[Rebecca]
I spent most of the time on the way there singing old songs and trying to explain music to Chip. It’s mostly stuff from the “Seventies” era, which was probably the best period of old world music if you ask me. There’s an awful lot to choose from, though… I’ll probably need to listen to more of it before I make a final decision, or maybe even listen to it all over again.
“Oh,” I say, trying to look the paper over once Nina shows it to me. “Good job, Nina!” I lift my hair out of my eyes and try to read the paper, which is still pretty hard with all the stuff written on it, but unfortunately Nina puts it away before I can get a really good look at it. I guess it really won’t make too much sense without any of the others, though. I’m getting the feeling that all of this snooping is kind of unethical, but I don’t think it’ll matter too much as long as we don’t tell anyone else.
“Well,” I say to Levita. “I think it’s either going to be reports of some massive conspiracy, or it’s going to be some sort of boring profit margins report thing.” I think it’s probably the former, but it makes me wonder how this sort of thing would come about. It seems like anyone can post a job request, but do they have any sort of screening process? Are the requests ever evaluated? Is there a blacklist for conspirators who drop their papers everywhere? I guess I can just figure it out later...
“What?!” I say to Levita after she reports the stolen paper. “After them! Team Crescendo steals the show, not the other way around!” I teleport to the edge of the tall grass and try to divine the thief’s location before attempting to follow the mysterious thief.
[???]
“Are you sure she’s in this town?” the first pokemon asked, twirling around jovially.
“Sure enough,” the second pokemon responded, his voice cold and almost lifeless. “She would most likely be working in one of the two guilds in the area.”
“Sir!” The third pokemon reported, feeling more than slightly confused. “I do believe that she would logically be in a more low-profile ar-”
“Logically,” the second pokemon interrupted, a slight hint of annoyance slipping through into his voice. “Anyone in her situation would. But the way my sister tends to act... is in no way logical.”
I spent most of the time on the way there singing old songs and trying to explain music to Chip. It’s mostly stuff from the “Seventies” era, which was probably the best period of old world music if you ask me. There’s an awful lot to choose from, though… I’ll probably need to listen to more of it before I make a final decision, or maybe even listen to it all over again.
“Oh,” I say, trying to look the paper over once Nina shows it to me. “Good job, Nina!” I lift my hair out of my eyes and try to read the paper, which is still pretty hard with all the stuff written on it, but unfortunately Nina puts it away before I can get a really good look at it. I guess it really won’t make too much sense without any of the others, though. I’m getting the feeling that all of this snooping is kind of unethical, but I don’t think it’ll matter too much as long as we don’t tell anyone else.
“Well,” I say to Levita. “I think it’s either going to be reports of some massive conspiracy, or it’s going to be some sort of boring profit margins report thing.” I think it’s probably the former, but it makes me wonder how this sort of thing would come about. It seems like anyone can post a job request, but do they have any sort of screening process? Are the requests ever evaluated? Is there a blacklist for conspirators who drop their papers everywhere? I guess I can just figure it out later...
“What?!” I say to Levita after she reports the stolen paper. “After them! Team Crescendo steals the show, not the other way around!” I teleport to the edge of the tall grass and try to divine the thief’s location before attempting to follow the mysterious thief.
[???]
“Are you sure she’s in this town?” the first pokemon asked, twirling around jovially.
“Sure enough,” the second pokemon responded, his voice cold and almost lifeless. “She would most likely be working in one of the two guilds in the area.”
“Sir!” The third pokemon reported, feeling more than slightly confused. “I do believe that she would logically be in a more low-profile ar-”
“Logically,” the second pokemon interrupted, a slight hint of annoyance slipping through into his voice. “Anyone in her situation would. But the way my sister tends to act... is in no way logical.”