Jewel Gem (Felicity Ono)
Felicity crossed her legs primly, and raised an eyebrow at Threshield. They weren't toys to be played with, but on the other hand, Felicity was willing to play his game. Especially given that she had no actual competitors. No, for the others this was a chance to feel out their possible future opponents, or to see what kind of talent might be following them. All for the titillation of a wealthy loon. For Jewel Gem, this was entirely an exercise in image and networking. A vacation to such an exotic locale, at the exclusive invitation of a fabulously rich eccentric was a perfect story for her branding. With no press present, she could make up whatever she wanted people to believe about her stay, and it'd simply be her word against the other guests and Threshield. Now, Threshield himself may just have been able to--
Hang on. He'd almost called her Ono.
How in the hell did he know her real name? What connections did this man have? She schooled her face and tipped her chin up haughtily.
"Don't fret about it, I'll find... Diversions of my own." Such as finding out where Threshield had learned her real name, without a coordinator in sight. The detective seemed like the likely source, but he just raised more questions. Such as what on Earth did a rich eccentric want an information network for? Especially one so deep it required hiring ex police? And then there was the fact that Ruth worked for him. Did he know Ruth's name? Had he made the connection between them? Maybe he intended them to confront each other somehow. Maybe mend their relationship. But then, why should he care about their relationship, and that all presumed he even knew Ruth worked for him, which seemed unlikely.
"Near a beach and a view, if that's possible." She announced with clipped tones. After all, so much of her image was of a woman of the sea, and she had appearances to preserve.
Ruth Ono
"Hey, Ruth! Come and take these to the hilltop apartments, would you!" A voice called from the side of the steps. Ruth nodded and jogged over to the maintenance workers, a middle aged man whose name escaped her, and what she was pretty sure was his son. Between them, they held up a couple of stone statues of mid-sized water type pokemon, meant to go alongside the paths around and up the hills. A goldeen, a floatzell, a vaporeon and a seadra. Before Ruth could grab one though, Derek reached past her and took the goldeen and the seadra. Oracle sniffed at the stone pokemon curiously.
"I'm headed the same way, I'll walk with you." He explained, though he didn't look her in the eye as he did. Ruth smiled fondly, and gratefully. Honestly, Derek could be too kind sometimes. She grabbed the vaporeon and the floatzell, tucking the vaporeon under one arm.
"Alright, but switch with me, I think you've got the heavy ones." She said. Derek shook his head.
"Nah, these are lighter than they look." Ruth wasn't sure she believed him, but let the subject drop. She'd ask again later, when he'd lost some momentum in his decision.