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Yo. Color me interested.

There are some details the main post implies I should ask about, (which I think will be self-evident) but I decided to go ahead and put together my app first since I had the character ready. If anything needs to be changed I'll edit it accordingly.

By the way, what classes are you guys planning on?

So far I know I'm giving Ryoka an advanced biology class as an excuse to collect DNA samples and play god during class hours, and a Battle Innovations class where students use their field of research for new applications in pokémon battling, with an emphasis on experimentation over competition.
Ryoka
When the class finally came to a close, Ryoka found that most of her notes had less to do with the relationships between pokémon and their environments, which frequently felt like common sense, and more to do with theoretical subversions thereof. As an example, Sneasel around Snowpoint city largely subsisted off of stolen Hoothoot eggs, resulting in relatively few Noctowl in the area. However, if you crossed the local Noctowl with Blissey who produced eggs in abundance and freely handed them away for consumption, they would likely achieve a symbiotic relationship with the Sneasel resulting in rapid population growth. It follows, then, that making the local Machoke populations more carnivorous by crossing them with, say, an Arcanine, would probably take care of that problem, but then the Beefy Fire Dog might threaten the local Snover populations.

Would making all these changes actually accomplish anything of value? Probably not, but it was fun to think about.

In any case, the biggest roadblock to her research going forward was, rather consistently, DNA samples. She had samples from her mother's battling team and her father's army of Shuckles, and she's picked up samples from common pokémon around Jubilife and her home back in Tōno, but as far as serving as a proper sample database, it left much to be desired, especially when certain species seemed completely incompatible with the methods she was using for Alk. The best avenue for acquiring more samples right now seemed to be from other students, but she wasn't sure who to approach about it first. Classmate thesis topics could be looked up on the website the school used for assignments, but a lot of them were a little too vague and nebulous for her to feel confident that her work could advance their own. I mean, pokémon cuteness? How do you measure that?

Well, when in doubt, might as well pick arbitrarily. As the other students were packing up their things and leaving, Ryoka walked up to the front of the class to talk with their temporary professor stand-in.

"Jason? I'm Ryoka. If you have time before your next class, I was wondering if you'd care to discuss a potential collaboration regarding our respective topics of research." Gender-based evolutionary dimorphism was certainly a niche subject of research, but the genetic markers within chimeras certainly presented a potential avenue of evolution for pokémon that otherwise couldn't due to their gender. She wouldn't be able to demonstrate as such, given a transformed Ditto can't undergo a true evolution like the subject of their transformation, but maybe she could talk about the applications of gene sequencing with the man.
Pardon my absence, I was just kind of at a loss.

Response is fixed if we're still on.

So, in my post, I know I didn't explicitly state that Ryoka returned her pokémon to their pokéballs, but I meant to imply it when she gathered up their pokéballs to leave her dorm room, which is why I brought it up here. I didn't think it would be the default assumption that pokémon are let out during classes; I figure they'd take up quite a bit of room, and I don't imagine, for example, that Jason's Nidoking is messing around in the corner.

So, in short, Ryoka enters the classroom with none of her pokémon out. She was messing around with her Ditto in her dorm room. Jason couldn't have seen a Ditto related to her, and Jenny hasn't released her Ditto yet either.

It's not that important, but it's an inconsistency I was getting caught up on because pointing out her Ditto is in her pokéball IC felt passive-aggressive and sending it out apropos of nothing to retroactively match the comment felt awkward.

As far as classes, you're free to control the professors as NPCs provided you don't do anything that conflicts with their personalities or canon.

The problem I have with actualizing a post right now is that we are currently in a class where the only professor is Jason, and I don't think (?) you intended to give us control of him. I'm not sure if you meant we were allowed to skip ahead to whatever classes we felt like or what, but it seemed like you expected us to be able to pick up what you were putting down from just that post and I didn't feel like my question was actually answered in the specific. In the current circumstances, where the students are in a lecture hall and the teaching content is completely ambiguous, Ryoka is going to default to listening quietly like a "good" student, so there's nothing of any real substance to post about.

From context I'm guessing you want to run a sandbox-style RP where everyone just does whatever they want, as opposed to something more rigidly on rails, but I'm not sure to what extent, and if you explained the way you want to run the RP anywhere, I must have missed it.

So, yeah. To repeat myself, how do classes work from here on? Specifically this class, and when we're allowed to leave/end the current class and transition to other classes or non-class settings. I'm not sure what I'm allowed to do in terms of the overall narrative, my character's class scheduling, or arbitrary time advancement. As an example, can I make up an event (e.g. a battle tournament), skip ahead to another class, and start talking about said event to another character in that new class? What about skipping to the end of the day to follow up on preparations for that event in my next post?
The rest of the students were either bored or had their heads shoved in their laptops like one girl who was messing with a ditto.

Ryoka's Ditto is currently in its pokéball.

Birch's slideshow

So, how do classes work from here on? Because I'm not sure what I'm allowed to do in terms of classes or the overall narrative.
Team Rocket would love to fund Ryoka, I'd think.
Ryoka
"Hrm. The eyes still need some work, not that Typhlosion eyesight is anything to write home about, but otherwise I'd say it's a success."
At those words, The Typhlitto or whatever you would call it began to vibrate before partially melting like something out of a horror movie. Eventually Alkahest had to give up and revert to their natural Ditto form. They still haven't mastered putting other pokémon heads on the body of a Ditto, but they've been making slow and steady progress, and the data generated was already valuable by itself.

Ryoka turned to her laptop to see that Archidoxis, her Porygon-Z, gave the transformation a stability rating of about 75%. Such a data point might have been useful if she didn't already know that Doxis was just making numbers up based on vibes. "Come on, don't you think that's a little harsh? It's certainly better than Shinx-Ditto. This transformation is at least an 80%. It's a solid 'B' grade in my book. We'll keep that version for now."

Archidoxis made its eyes appear on-screen for the express purpose of rolling them at her before bringing up an image of the Typhlitto and zooming in on its upper half, highlighting how its mimicry of Typhlosion coloration make it look like it's wearing a goofy hat.

"Those are arms, Dox. Well, half of it is, anyway."

Archidoxis responds by generating a poorly photoshopped image of Alkahest wearing a gaudy fur coat that was lazily color shifted to match Typhlosion's fur. The Ditto's small dot eyes were replaced with humanoid eyes with exaggeratedly extended eyelashes, and a handbag with a small Lillipup inside was edited over one of Alkahest's arms.

Ryoka simply gave her laptop The Look™, and Archidoxis silently deletes the image before bringing the compiled details about the Typhlitto back to the forefront. It was a collection of all the data they had gathered about the form recently, along with ballpark estimates of its relative capabilities.

"Let's see... Fire/Normal, has Flash Fire like Mom's, though a different sample would likely yield different results. We haven't been able to do much testing on the form's capability, but what we have found is consistent with the biased split we've found in Dittosion, only backwards. It seems Ditto-bodied pokémon aren't very physically inclined, though I suppose that was to be expected, and they likely make up for it elsewhere..." Ryoka is pulled out of her thoughts by some wibbly wobbly sounds, which she realizes is coming from Anthroparion, her Reuniclus, who non-verbally informs her that she's spent too much time on this instead of breakfast. Oops. She grabs a granola bar, her laptop, her bag, and everyone's pokéballs, and is soon out the door and on her way to class.

Pokémon Ecology was far from the top of her priority list, but if she put it off until her third year and her research had a breakthrough that prompted a visit from some government bigwig looking to farm Nine-tailed Slowpoke or to give beached Pyukumuku feet so they could walk themselves back into the ocean, she'd probably want to squeeze in a more advanced Ecology class in her third year to be able to give them a proper action plan. For that, she'd need to take the 101 class first, and if nothing else it was a graduation requirement, so she'd need to get it done sooner or later for the Professor title that some people cared more about than actual results.

She found a seat, took out her laptop, and began compiling the results of some of her previous experiments until some guy in a stained lab coat announced that he was the TA for Professor Birch and would be acting as a substitute until the Professor returned from Hoenn's Desert Underpass. After finding it, she opened up the class syllabus and began reading through it while mentally criticizing Professor Birch's inconcise wording and, simultaneously, listening to the TA just enough to register what he was saying. Basic habitats and biomes didn't seem like it would contain much new information, though she supposes classes always need to start off like this to make sure people don't get left behind. If it proved to be too boring, she could always just tune out the redundant information and start making plans for future experiments. In fact, she already had one, which she promptly began composing a message to Professor Birch for. DNA samples from uncommon regional pokémon weren't easy to come by, after all. Surely a professor wouldn't mind gathering a small piece of Trapinch carapace for a student, would they? Whatever else he can get his hands on would also be nice, but a Trapinch's jaw strength was truly something to behold.
”So. What are all of your strategies going into this? Honestly, I just chose Simorgh for personal reasons.”

McCoy

"Honestly? I knew I didn't know shit, so I let the AI take the wheel. From the looks of things my cards are only good at messing around and wasting time, or maybe swarming the opponent with cat assists. Dunno for sure. Haven't tried battling yet."

It was actually a bit troubling. Attribute Bomb was an obscenely niche card, and it seemed to be the only direct and reliable offense any of his cards offered. The blurb on Cat Meeting about how unreliable the cats are certainly didn't inspire confidence. Speaking of which, Cat Meeting implies that he needs to let his cat out to mingle, so he surreptitiously summoned Dark Cat with White Tail into stealth, which ended up meaning it appeared beyond the treeline. It gave him a meaningful look before casually and silently walking away.

That means they'll follow the group, right?

...Right?

He suppressed a grimace as the others gave run downs of their own strategies, only for Simorgh to come flying back, making a racket that initially had McCoy worried that Dark Cat had attacked them while unsupervised. To his relief, numerous pillars of dark smoke began rising up above the treeline. Oh, good, it's just an ecological disaster. It was also too far off for it to have been the work of Dark Cat, so he seemingly had nothing to worry about.

"Yeah, let's go."
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