maskormenacelogs | Begin Again, Oh, Begin Again

WHO: Margaret the Eevee, Sadie Doyle, Manabu Yuuki, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis + anyone who logically would be at their house, I guess?
WHERE: Nonah 004
WHEN: Evening August 3rd
WHAT: Meeting the housemates
WARNINGS: A lot of cute.

Margaret is pretty happy. This is true both in general and right now. She's not sure if being here is an extension of her role as a Pokemon, but the government agents complimented her fur (one even helped her brush it out so she could look her best for her housemates; what a nice guy) and they gave her a file explaining the situation, which is more than the spirits back home did. After some talk, she was able to get a backpack not unlike the one she had back home to put her file, some apples and a juice box in, and she was ready to meet some new friends. At least here they were used to people showing up randomly, right?

She has to jump several times to hit the doorbell, but once she does she smooths out her mane a little, straightens up and smiles brightly. When the door opens, she beams at what will be the first of many new friends to come.

"Hello! My name is Margaret, and I'm your new housemate. Oh, but you can call me Maggie, if you'd like. It's so nice to meet you!"

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Lost her memory? Manabu frowns faintly, eyebrows lifted, but he remains quiet out of courtesy so she can get her communicator calibrated to the sound of her voice.

There's a pleasant little beep at the end of it; Manabu peers down at the screen to verify.

"Aa. Looks like it's set. So any time you need to do something, like call a person or number...you just start a command like that. Make sense?"

It's a long story. For the moment, she's content not to relive it and instead focus on the communicator. She studies the screen and nods at his question.

"Thank you, Manabu. This makes sense, even if it's new stuff to me." Have another nuzzle.

"Ehe..."

This is very weird, but not bad. Manabu scratches at his cheek, trying to think of what else someone with no thumbs would need right away.

"Mm...what else...Food?" Hopefully she doesn't need to frequent a manual can-opener. "Or what other things would you need help with?"

"I usually eat apples back home. And Pecha Berries. Do those exist in this world?" she looks at him, clearly not joking. The human world is a total mystery to her. "I guess I can't do the shopping myself anymore like I could back home until I get better at finding my way around. But once I get paid I'll pay for my food, I promise!"

"Well, in that case," Manabu's shoulders shrug up a little, "next time I have to go pick things up, you can come with me and pick out what you like. That way it can be added to the list. I don't know about those berries, but apples are pretty easy to come by. How's that sound?"

"That sounds great! And I can carry things, too. I'm used to carting things around in my backpack when I'm working Rescue Team duties. Although here, I got a new job - what's a 'cuddle therapist'? It's in my file but they never explained what it was," Maggie admits a little sheepishly, ears wiggling slightly.

Cuddle therapist? That gets a blank blink from Manabu. He shakes his head a little.

"I have no idea," he admits. "I mean--it sounds harmless enough? But I guess you won't know until you see what it's about..." It sounds a little childish just from the title, which leads him to assume it's something around the same demoralizing area as the job he'd been lumped with upon returning.

"At least, if it turns out to be something you don't like, you can easily resign from it..."

"It's at a Children's Hospital, if that helps? I know what cuddle means, but what's a 'therapist'?" She looks at him, confused. This world, man. It's so weird.

"Aa, well..." He scratches at his cheek as he thinks about it. "They're like...kind of like doctors? But not really...They're there to help out. I mean, in this context, it...sounds like you'll be there for someone who needs a hug."

Which...might not be too far off for someone who looks as she does. She's basically a walking plush toy, from what he can see.

"I can do that!" She smiles, relieved. "I don't know a lot about humans, but I can do hugs and talk to human children, no problem. Especially if they're sick. They probably need some companionship that's not a doctor."

Maggie pauses, thoughtfully. "Should I wear something to this job, or can I just show up? What do therapists wear?"

"I mean," Manabu tilts his head, smiling crooked, "if they don't give you a uniform there, I don't think you'd need anything except maybe a badge to state you're staff..."

He shrugs. "But I guess you won't know until you go there, right?"

"What do human children like talking about? I want to be a good cuddle therapist, and you're human. You were a child once. So... you can help, right?" She looks up at him expectantly.

"Uh, well..."

He grimaces a little, but just for a moment. Sure, he's been a kid...a kid raised on a completely different planet, definitely not surrounded by super powers or talking animals.

Actually...

"I think they'd probably want to know what you're all about, actually." He shrugs his shoulders a little. "There's nothing like you here, I don't think, and most kids here really like imPorts and powers and stuff..."

Begin Again, Oh, Begin Again

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