This party sucks!

This Scott Pilgrim and i'm dead inside WELCOME TO 2019 BITCHES.

[somecanadianhipster]

“I’m.... ALIVE?!”

[somecanadianhipster]

I spelled tumblr Tumbler in that Sanji reserve whoops.

[somecanadianhipster]

Have you seen a girl?

"With hair like this?"

"Find Scott Pilgrim."

The small piece of paper read with some horrendous scribble of a girls hair with something resembling a sheep at the very corner of the paper. Have you seen a girl with hair like this worked one time. If he really want to break a fourth wall, twice. It totally worked twice, why not three times? This time in the form of a small ad on a telephone pole.

He took a step back to stare at his masterpiece. "I think I did pretty good." God forbid if Ramona changed her hairstyle, he was screwed. Hopefully she just went with a different color. Scott could only pray for that outcome. He took out a pencil and drew a party hat on the sheep that was in the corner. "It needs something..." A few blades of grass followed the party hat, strategically placed near the sheep's mouth. "Maybe..." Scott began to draw small boots on the sheep's legs. Happy with his party sheep he left the sign alone and turned around to began to wander amid the streets of Hive City. 

Before moving he looked ahead to see someone eyeing the poster, "I thought the sheep could use a little more." Scott shrugged almost forgetting why the poster was even up there. Hold on." He jumped back and stood aside the poster.

"Have you seen a girl with hair like this?"

[sideburnsandvoice]

[Hey Scott you like Plumtree and Sloan, Flammelle likes Plumtree and Sloan, you two should bond okay.]

[somecanadianhipster]

"Totally. Where is this guy." It isn't like Scott has had any encounters yet since his return.

[somecanadianhipster]

Risen from the bed. [Ca/Open]

Getting out of bed was hard on any day, or month... Or half of a year. It was just too comfortable, way better then Wallace's bed. Could he even call that much of a bed? It was a mattress on the floor. Close enough. Scott yawned loudly and rolled out of his bed. He felt an ache in his back from such a long snooze. It was surprisingly still dark out. What time was it? He opened his eyes and was shocked to find where he was. This wasn't where he left off. Was it? Impossible. He stood up to check out his surroundings.

It seems like he was dropped off in some rag tag caves. some cardboard boxes were sprawled out where he had been laying, some small light sources could be found ahead of him. Luckily it seemed he still had the sword the scientists gave him and the coat he came in. He snatched the sword and threw on his coat and took the only next logical step. Getting the hell out of wherever he was.

"This place sucks!"

Scott knew about the cities odd ways to treating it's guests, but he never thought it would boil down to something as low at that. Scott shrugged it off, if Rammy never showed up into his life or he didn't have parents to mooch off of,  this is probably where Scott would have ended up. A cold sweat appeared at the thought of all of that taken away from him. Scott trucked on and walked towards the various small light sources looking for some clarity on the situation. 

Clarity or coffee. Coffee would be just as good.

[somecanadianhipster]

Smelling that stale city air

[finalwill-deactivated20140224]

     if there’s one thing you need to learn about america it’s that we don’t like to change. so if lost kids are plastered on milk cartons, they’ll stay that way. at least in movies. doesn’t matter if amber alerts and news stories are better methods of finding kids. they’ll stick to that useless grainy picture of the kid’s face with ‘missing’ plastered on top.

     like seriously. it took a war to get rid of slavery. and then it took a civil rights movement to actually get shit done other than just the fact that no one owned anyone legally.

     what’s the nurse gonna do? look at our heads and tell us to shampoo with some medical shit? it’s not like america’s gonna follow the rules. we have a problem with authority. fuck, everyone has a problem with authority.

[somecanadianhipster]

We don't meddle in the affairs of others like you do, but then of course you like to drag us in anyway. Saying sorry and giving someone a doughnut must be pretty hard for you. "cause 'merica." Oh please.

The nurse is going to look at our heads and take care of me. Then nurse will look at your head then ask thousands of ridiculous questions based off of whatever healthcare that you have then maybe, JUST MAYBE you can get treated for a price. Hopefully for you it might be under a few hundred. Now just to wait until you call canada a socialist place because god forbid we can't have something nice without it being demeaned

[heartgoldsoulsilver]

She remained silent as he spoke about not being worried about his pokemon, what did he mean about it? Were they not important to him. They needed to be taken care of and they would not know what was happening to their pokemon since they haven’t seen them in a long time, well at least Kotone hasn’t. And that made her very nervous.

But what exactly did he mean by corrupted file. And woah did he think she wasn’t being serious? “Is there another way to have a pokemon aside of breeding, catching them and training them?"

She tilted her head to the site unable to understand his words he was confusing her entirely. “I mean, you know… your Totodile. Did it ever evolve? My Meganium got turned into a Chikorita again after I was dragged to this city months ago." She still needed to figure out a way to make it evolve though. At times it was better they did so.

After she said this the pokeball inside her pocket got open and her Chikorita popped out of it, the trainer picked it up and nuzzled it lovingly.

"See they are always aware when you talk about them, they need love not to be forgotten! What kind of trainer are you?" She huffed at the boy.

[somecanadianhipster]

"Well no..." The only actual way to get pokemon was by breeding, catching and training them. There was also trading and getting one from the professor while they would casually instruct you to do their work and fill the pokedex.

"Of course, my pokemon evolved all the time." Level sixteen was a great step before mopping the floor with the trainers. Your level two is dead huh? Bust out that Croconaw with bite and you're totally set to win. Scott watched in awe as the girl summoned her Chikorita. 

She was not kidding...

There could only be one explanation for this. As much as Scott wanted to believe that Pokemon were real, he had to accept the fact that she wasn't from his world, and was actually from the Johto region. "I..." he muttered at the girls words. How the hell was he going to explain himself. His eyes would not leave the Chikorita.

"Well." Scott began, attempting to figure out a proper explanation. "We used a pocket device from a company called nintendo to play with pokemon. In my world we don't legitimately have pokemon." Scott wouldn't be mooching off friends otherwise, he would have started his journey years ago, screw school.

[finalwill-deactivated20140224]

     dude, bagged milk just seems impractical. where else would hollywood put those lost kid ads that do fuck all for the progression of the story other than to show that the kid’s gone missing?

     and hey, it’s not like we gave you walmart. it’s just kinda like america has lice, and it just happened to spread onto our hat.

     you’re the hat in this metaphor.

[somecanadianhipster]

There are like 112 other ways to find a lost child. Putting them on a milk carton would be pointless. Scott was also pretty sure no one else did that but the media. Hood wouldn't throw away its logo for a kid. 

Lice huh? It wasn't like we wanted it. Keep your lice. Go to the nurse.

Two hats solves that problem as well as holding Alaska hostage.

[heartgoldsoulsilver]

Kotone giggled as she realised how happy he seemed to be in the shopping district. Oh it was obvious he’d go for a video game, that really wasn’t something she didn’t expect from him. “Alright, I’m sure we will find the one you’re looking for anyway." Though when he began to talk about his homeland she didn’t quite recall knowing of the name in the past, he probably was from another world. Judging by it. “Oh cold place. But I bet you get to wear very fancy and soft and warm coats for it anyway." She liked winter, it always mean she’d wear very nicely and wear boots and coats and things she usually wouldn’t wear.

After he said he had a lot of pokemon though, she felt a knot in her stomach, for the first time she remembered she still hadn’t gotten back any of hers and she missed them and didn’t know if they were okay. The ones back home at least were in the Day care of her family so she didn’t feel bad about them, but the ones the scientist had taken away from her is another story.

"I had yeah, but after I got here they took them away and the only one I have with me is my baby Chikorita." Why was he not worry about his though? “Did they let you stay with all of your 6 pokemon or just one like me and my friends?" A frown appeared as she toyed with the pokeball inside her pocket. 

[somecanadianhipster]

"Yeah, coats everywhere." Scott only had one, he didn't need another. He did need to fix the patch that he ripped off of his, or was it already fixed? It was too warm out for a coat today, so he would have to wait until he got home. Ramona and Kim on the other hand, damn did they have a lot of coats. They had a lot of everything! Except for video games, Scott had everyone beat with that aspect.

Scott looked up to see her look a bit uneasy, then listened to her talk about her pokemon. He had noticed that she might have been on a deeper level then just thinking pokemon was a game. Afterall it was a game... and a manga... and a show. Six movies? Man the first one was awesome!

"I..." Scott thought. "I don't think I have any with me. At least, I didn't notice myself have any on me." Scott wasn't even sure he still had any of the games. Gold version was probably lying around somewhere. "I have a Totodile. He was who I started with." He looked back at her once more to see her frown.

Was she actually serious about her pokemon? They are in a save file, what did she have to worry about. "I'd assume your pokemon are safe though! As long as the file wasn't corrupted or anything. You should be good." What did she mean by, only keeping her Chikorita?

"I mean unless you are serious and actually have real live pokemon! I would probably faint. That would be really insane."

[finalwill-deactivated20140224]

     i’m surprised the canadian is talking about walmart and target instead of tim hortons.

     like, walmart is a place americans go to be american. meaning fat and lazy bargain hunters who don’t wanna take off their sweat pants.

     stop trying to infiltrate our national treasure, canadian.

[somecanadianhipster]

Canada will keep their Tim Hortons. It is you who has infultrated us.

Milk in a carton. Please...

[noflyingallowed-blog]

"If there’s not one, it’s gonna break my hart…!"

[somecanadianhipster]

"We will bust through a wal to find one!"

[scarletconqueror]

"…."

[somecanadianhipster]

"Ride that horse! Rollback those prices Walhart! We got a war to win!

[scarletconqueror]

"…."

[noflyingallowed-blog]

"What about a Red Lobster? Do we have those?"

[somecanadianhipster]

"We will have to spread our wings and seek the truth of a red lobster here Pit."

[bustygoth-deactivated20160127]

This place blows. { CA Open}

[bustygoth-deactivated20160127]

Stocking’s expression seemed unconvinced of his answer but she chose to believe him to not come off as an annoying girl. The last thing she wanted to do was scare away other people who could be friends of hers. Not that she had many of them anyway. He seemed okay, at least, someone she deemed worth talking to among the strange people here. Though, she had to admit they piqued her interest as a far-away observer. 

「Well, if you say so..」she spoke, resigning to his seemingly carefree response. It felt like he’s been pushed around before, but she wouldn’t jump to conclusions. However, he seemed like a nice guy— so as long as he wasn’t a total douche, there would be little confrontation. And you do not want to confront this little lady.

Stocking definitely had that look, what could she say? She certainly wasn’t shy about her good looks. An idle hand moved her two-toned hair over her shoulder, and she responded with a small smile. 「Scott. Alright.」the girl acknowledged, nodding her head a little. 「Well, when you’ve been here for a while, chances are you’re prone to brooding about how things are back home. Not that my home life was any different from this hellhole anyway. Some things happened back home that still have me sort of confused. What about you? 」Stocking seemed genuinely engaged in the conversation, which was rare. Most of the time she disregarded the other’s words selfishly, mostly concerned with whatever was convenient for her.

[somecanadianhipster]

She replied. So at least it wasn't him just day dreaming. He found himself often in a stupor whether it had been playing video games or day dreaming. Going to other universes brought more day dreaming upon him, that was one of his theories, but that wasn't the point here. "Me?" He pondered the question after hearing her reply. "I haven't really been home for quite some time." Little to no memory about the previous universe before this was swept into his mind. "So I've have gotten use to being unaware of my surroundings." Canada was brights, more lively then this place.

"I haven't gotten use to rolling over and seeing a wall rather then Wallace." Scott quickly realize what he said, his cheeks flustering a little. "He's my cool gay roommate, or was at least. Anyway, I just haven't seen anyone in ages really." Scott didn't want to abandon the hope that his friends were out there somewhere, alive and well. He could accept any sort of fate for everything else, but his friends did mean a lot to him.

"That's not stupid or anything right?" It seemed logical to him. He was worried about his friends back home, but should he really be still worried about him even after such a long time has passed? "Totally legitimate?" Even she was dabbling her mind into something from her home.

[somecanadianhipster]

"Where a Walhart is, a target is surly to open up soon."

Whats a corporal tyrant without a little competition eh?

[heartgoldsoulsilver]

Kotone smiled and began to walk along side with him, he did seem to be really excited probably by having something in mind that he’d like to buy already. Wow he was fast very fast. “So where do you want to go first?"

She surely hoped he wasnt some shopping addict but that was mostly a girls thing right? Maybe he needed underwear or something like that. “Scott, how’s your home place like? Do you have cool pokemon over there?" was he also a trainer?

[somecanadianhipster]

Scott was pretty pumped about this shopping district. Not just the video games, but it was always fun to just take a look around. Window shopping was the best kind of shopping. It was free afterall. "There is something I am looking for. Its not too specific. Its just a video game." It didn't really matter what video game at this point, as long as he knew a title, he would be happy.

"My home place?" Scott pondered. There was a lot about Toronto to talk about, sometimes it was just hard to put into words. Boring usually summed it up pretty nicely. "My homeplace is cold." Scott spoke up. "Well not all the time. Its a city kind of like this one." Minus all the moving buildings and social experiments that lock you into a city.

Though, he perked up at the last question. Pokemon? That was something a lot more interesting than Toronto! "Yeah! We have tons of cool pokemon. I have quite a few myself."

Scott had played most of the games. "What about you? I'm sure you have some awesome pokemon!" If someone asked about pokemon, it was guaranteed they had pokemon. It wasn't some setup of getting kicked in the shins and called a nerd. She looked like she was from a pokemon game anyway.