Daphne Hawthorne
Daphne caught the sound of more than a few crashes echoing from within, and smiled hazily through her sleepiness. It sounded like everyone was having a very exciting time. Nothing like a few minor disasters to get the bad karma out of the way. Or something like that, anyway. She wondered how Barbelle was handling the new job. Probably not terribly well, all things considered. If Daph recalled correctly (and oddly enough, she usually did), the tall girl was fairly short on patience…
…Huh. That was a pun. There was another crash, and she decided that by now, there probably ought to be more then enough good karma owed to get everyone to the next town pretty safely. So then what were they all still doing in there anyway?
The door opened, the characteristic whooshing noise of the sliding mechanism reaching her ears just over the din that temporarily filtered out the door. Someone settled themselves next to Daphne, and she cracked an eyelid. Hang on… she knew this one. He was in her class. D-something. Dunmer? Dun? No… that was a pokemon. If she’d slept through a few less lessons, she might know, but as it was, all she had was boy-who-stares-out-window-and-draws.
He said something, and she took a moment to respond. “Oh, I don’t know. I think they’re all quite excited to be tripping over things. I’m not sure why; it hurts if you land wrong.” She mustered the energy to sit up a bit, unaware that the statement had likely not made much sense. In her head, it connected rather nicely with several musings from both the night before and also a few minutes ago. Yawning widely, Daphne observed the eating Chikorita on the ground and smiled. She made no attempt to touch her, however, and was opening her mouth to excuse herself to brave the crowds when someone stopped directly in front of them.
It seemed as though the speaker- another D name, maybe?- had already done his shopping, and was headed out. She wasn’t particularly bothered by this; it was not as though the whole thing were some form of competition, was it? Oh, right. It sort of was, depending on how you looked at it. But maybe just not one where a few minutes out the gate really mattered. Still, she waved to be polite, a languid movement that elicited another yawn. She still wasn’t really awake, and probably wouldn’t be until about noon or so. So really, what he said didn't register too well, not that it would have bothered her if it had. "We're not," she replied simply and with a shrug.
They were joined by someone else (so many people about) and Daph stood. “You can have my seat,” she supplied, hefting her bag onto her shoulders. “I… still need things.” With that vague statement, she stood in front of the door and waited for it to slide open, stepping inside and avoiding what appeared to be some kind of… vegetable juice on the floor. Being Daphne, she didn’t really bother to question why it was there, and strolled causally through the aisles, dodging what appeared to be a spill of paper towels or something, and a couple people having phone conversations. She knew exactly what she had to get, so she wasn’t long in deciding, though getting around was a bit more troublesome than it usually was.
Luckily, she counted no less than three clerks (and possibly four?) working today, and she commended the business for anticipating this slight overload. She wound up in one of the lines that did not belong to Barbelle, but then it looked like she was about ready to leave anyway. The potion, antidote, and pokeball she was purchasing totaled to exactly all her money, and she handed the notes over without regret. Everyone had to start somewhere.
Emerging back outside, she paid a nod to the two who were still on the bench, then figured she probably had one more stop before she ought to leave. Ponyta was going to need more of that specialty food and probably a checkup as well, and her dad probably would forget to order it in advance, since all the basic organization stuff for the lab had been her province since she was old enough to write. That meant paying a visit to the Pokemon Center. At least it wasn’t going to be as crowded as the Mart had been.
Daphne ambled along, hands folded behind her head and elbows everywhere. Unlike most people these days, she couldn’t exactly expect her pokemon to follow her everywhere, given his distinct absence of legs. Whatever unusual mechanism the more ocean-inclined pokemon used for land battles was tiring, she supposed. So really, aside from the normal ambient noise of a city waking up, Daphne was alone with her footsteps for the moment. Not such an unfavorable condition, but well… she’d manage either way. Eleven-year-old kids survived this sort of thing all the time.
The Center doors, too, slid open, and the first thing she noted was that Nurse Joy was presently occupied. Not a problem; Blissey knew how to fetch the paperwork. The second thing she noticed was that the other person involved was a friend of hers. Not wanting to interrupt, she found Blissey and asked for the appointment form which would get Nurse Joy or one of her staff out to her dad’s lab at some point in the week to look at the recovering Ponyta. An abuse case, and the saddest thing she’d seen in a while, but he was getting better.
The forms were rote by now, and she was done in less than two minutes. Thinking for a second, she added a note at the bottom explaining her future absences and asking the nurse to please make sure her father had a large stack of these forms. She vaguely felt sorry for whichever of the assistants got stuck with the drudge-work she’d always done.