'dancing in the dark'

There were a number of things Minske hadn't taken account of when deciding to be a trainer. Clothing, for example - what was important, and what could be left behind? He'd already worn through a pair of jeans, and he needed to pick up another pair while he was in town. It was getting too hot for them, but they also kept the bugs from biting and plants from scratching. Survival skills in general were lacking, which was something of an embarrassment when his father had been a high-ranking ranger. But he'd only shared the basics with his son, he'd always been too busy, so here Minske was left to figure out how to start a fire and fight off a fever and eat, which was a bit of a mess. He was sick of only eating the berries that his Pokemon knew were safe. He'd like to pretend he'd headed to Grus City for the merriment of the summer solstice fireworks, but the flyers had promised free food and he'd be lying if he denied he'd lost weight since landing on Inset. He'd gotten stronger as well, but he hadn't been raised for a life in the wilds. True, the cities were never far, but he'd always been frugal with his money. There were always potions and other items that he seemed to need more, anyway.

He'd brought something along, of course, and when he arrived to town in the early evening, it appeared he wasn't the only trainer incapable of cooking but wanting to contribute - there was a table laden with berries, and Minske sheepishly added his to the mix. There was already a pretty large crowd milling around, eating and chatting and excited for the firework slated for when it got dark. There were a lot of kids, squealing and stomping around with their family Pokemon, and Minske smiled to himself as he grabbed some food. He'd always liked kids. He'd been thinking about going into pediatrics before... well, before. He wasn't much more than a kid himself, he knew that, but the sentiment still stood. Brandishing his paper plate and beginning to eat as he walked, Minske wandered around looking at the different stalls and advertisements. He was a social person, but he tended to sit back for a little bit and get the lay of the land before making contact.

His wanderings took him to a booth that advertised a scavenger hunt for the festival, and Minske paused, curious. He read through the information - there were prizes available, but it required a partner. Finishing off the last of his food, Minske tipped the plate into the garbage and curiously looked around. Odds were he wasn't the only one running solo at the event, so he'd wait for a bit. It would be something to do until the fireworks started, anyway.

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Squirtle Egg | Magikarp Egg | Rhyhorn Egg | Mystery Egg 1 | Deino Egg | Mystery Egg 2

Word Count; 477
Tag; @open
Notes; ermg I'm excited! Open to anyone :D