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[sasteavoir]

Evening Sun || Riley & ((OPEN))

Riley had closed up shop early, the rarest thing he'd probably do. It wasn't like he had anything on, it was just that, incredibly, he couldn't be bothered doing his work.

Standing outside the small cottage, he began to fumble with his keys to it as he locked up the building, stepping away from it once he'd finished locking up. He placed the keys in his pocket, before walking off.

It was pretty close to evening, the sun wavering over the rooftops, as if it was taunting anyone else wanting to do work outside, threatening to lower. Riley walked through the streets of the town, footsteps soft and barely audible.

He'd always had to wonder if it snowed on the island. Being from Sinnoh, he was extremely adapted to it being cold and snowy all year round, and it took him, out of the three years he'd been living here, quite some time to adapt to it being hotter than it was in Sinnoh.

Beside the fact he was constantly wondering if it snowed, Riley had to get groceries. Was anything open at this time? Honestly, he doubted there was. Pulling on the checkered scarf he'd chosen to wear over his usual suit, one that he'd gotten back in his home city of Canalave, so it was rather precious to him, he'd began to stare around town, taking in what every spot looked like as much as he could.

That was what he was doing until he felt something smack into him while walking. "Mm..? I'm sorry." He moved away from the stranger. "That was my fault."

[ashwoodfarms]

Trekking In The Wood || OPEN

The temperatures in Nocturne Town were beginning to decrease by the day, signalling a slow but certain shift in seasons. While the sunny, summer weather was had been ideal for growing crops, he found himself looking forward to autumn. The forests near the farm were beautiful in September and October, the leaves changing various shades of orange, red and yellow.

For now, though, Blair was content to enjoy the remainder of summer. All the outdoor work he had done in the past couple of months left him with tanned, slightly sun burnt skin, but he didn't mind in the least. The profit he had made off of his combined crops was more than enough to get him through the winter and more.

Right now, he was enjoying a quiet stroll through the forest with his Tepig. As usual, she sped ahead, excitedly sniffing at the air. He hadn't checked the time before he left, but he guessed it was somewhere around dinner time. Pulling his hood over his head, he paused to observe a pair of wild Pachirisu exchanging acorns in a tree above. Shifting his gaze back to his Tepig, he noticed that she'd taken the opportunity to dart farther away.

"Ollie! Don't go too far ahead," Blair called in a chastising voice. 

What he hadn't yet realized was that Ollie had encountered a stranger out of Blair's view. She was was currently occupying herself by sniffing at their feet and circling them happily in greeting. Blair approached, gasping audibly in surprise at the sudden sight of another person. Quickly collecting himself, he eyed his Tepig as if to scold her and chuckled softly.

"Oh! Sorry, she isn't bothering you, is she? Ollie, c'mere!" he said.

[douxequus]

A trip into town. [Open!]

Was it bad to say Calem had been living there a whole two months and hardly ever went into the town square? Maybe. Did he care? Not really, not up till this point. Normally Calem could care less about crowded places like those. Town squares were usually hustling and bustling, and he wasn't really into those kinds of scenes. However today the boy felt a bit adventurous. It had been a few months and he didn't even really have any friends in the town. Sure he lived a bit out of the way but that was no excuse for not at least having one acquaintance. One person he could talk to and share stories with, or call when he needed help.

So he saddled up his Rapidash and trotted off towards town square. His eyes curiously searched around as he examined all the quaint little businesses around town, half of them he didn't even know existed [shows how much he got out]. Finally he reached his destination, hopping off the blazing horse and tied her to a nearby post.

"Good girl." He mumbled, giving her a gentle pat on the side before whirling around, wondering around the somewhat empty square.

[bigtreesdaycare]

Herbs and Roses || OPEN

Leaf swung a basket at her side with a bright smile plastered on her face, the small forest surrounding Nocturne Town was practically a second home to the green eyed girl. Her mother had named her after the appendages that grew off plants, and Leaf herself was enamoured with collecting herbs, especially ones useful for medicines. It was always a good idea to have some in stock for the Daycare, with so many kids tripping and falling they were incredibly useful.

Reaching for a cleft of burdock, she gently plucked the plant off it's stem and, with a smile, placed it in her basket. Once she got back to the Daycare she'd have to wash all the dirt off of them, though. Leaf was naturally cheerful in the forest, even more so than she was normally. She loved the smell of the forests in general, so it was always a nice place to walk. She hadn't even noticed a person approaching her as she pulled a few more clefts from the plant. Turning on the spot, she quickly made eye contact with the approacher.

"Ah, hello~! Need something?"

[naileditaaron]

 It happened while he was painting near the town square.

The lighting was fine. The angle seemed fair. The picture itself— Aaron frowned, trying to pick apart why the scenery he’d picked to practice just didn’t feel right. He had wanted to try his hand at a commonplace setting, thus his wandering into town, and nothing had seemed to fit the bill better than where this light post, bench, and flowerbed met. 

The light post gave him a rustic kind of feeling and he was content with that— so, that couldn’t be it. The flower bed was… admittedly, lacking some color, but that in itself fit the charm that this section of the town had to offer. The bench—

Aaron stiffened. The bench. That’s what it was. Its form was wrong and the wood choice was terrible. Sturdy, sure, but there were such ways to fill that form while also keeping a form of art in the build.

Good thing he’d towed his ax along!

…And, of course, someone had to walk by just as he raised the tool above his head, his intentions clear for the bench.

"…This is not what it looks like."

[bugtographer]

Surprise Photoshoot || Open RP

Viola spent the day as she did most- walking around town and creeping around corners trying to find a good photo opportunity. She had traveled to the public beach and spent a good hour taking pictures of the Krabby. Then she went into town and found an adorable Vivillon to take pictures of. But after a few minutes, she realized that the Vivillon was Vinny, her little companion.

"What are you doing here, Vinny? I thought you were back at the house," she chuckled, Vinny flew a few circles around her head and let out a cry. "Viv-Vivil!" he cried and flew far ahead. "Wait up Vinny!"

Viola chased the pokemon to the outskirts of Nocturne. She was panting at this time, tired from all the exercise she had done. After a little break, she stood back up and continued to follow Vinny. It was when she reached the top of a large hill she regained sight of the vivillon. It was flying circles around a person and Viola's expression changed to complete happiness.

She ran up to the person, pulling the camera from her neck and snapping pictures. She strafed around them, getting shots from every direction.

"Oh my, perfect scenery and such a wonderful face! Please, turn this way. Smile! Smile big! You're doing great!" 

[livestockqueen]

C'mon In! [open]

It had been quite the quiet day in terms of business for Lenora's Livestock. A few regulars had come to purchase their daily MooMoo Milk and feed for their Pokémon earlier that morning, but other than that, the place was utterly deserted. It was a strange phenomena, but Lenora and her companions welcomed it.

They spent the day catching up on the never-ending to-do list Lenora kept on a whiteboard in the shop (if she didn't write it down, there was an absolute guarantee she'd forget it).

They focused on maintenance and keep-up around the ranch to begin with, fixing fence posts, repainting tool sheds, oiling squeaking hinges on basically every gate and door that belonged to the place. Cleaning the barns and house came next, followed by completely reorganizing the shelves and displays in the shop. Task by task, they worked, and by the end of the day, Lenora and her team had had the satisfaction of erasing most of the heavy work from the board.

All that was left were little things that mainly only Lenora could do. Currently, she was seated at the shop's counter, scribbling away in the ancient tome she called her log book. It had been passed down from her grandfather to her father, and finally to her when she took over the shop six years ago. It had every account of ever sale ever made. Whether it was a simple transaction of one bottle of MooMoo Milk, or an entire shipment of Ponyta feed, it was written in that book. It was a silly tradition to many, but still tradition to Lenora, and she promised to keep it going.

Yvonne was keeping her company, dressed in one of Lenora's aprons as she idly swept the shop's floor, which seemed to have a thin layer of dust and dirt on it at all times, no matter how many times it was swept. The sound of the cowbell ringing above the door caught the Lopunny's attention, but her owner was too focused on her log book to have noticed. "Lo~" cried Yvonne as she curtsied (just as Lenora had taught her) a greeting to the customer before returning to her sweeping.

Looking up from the book at the sound of Yvonne's cry, she grinned warmly. "'Ello! C'mon in, sweetheart."

[thewhitelodges]

    Hilda leaned over the counter top, looking over the small restaurant. It was quiet days like this she slightly questioned her career path, standing bored with an empty wallet. Of course she knew it just happened to be a slow day, but she honestly had little to no patience, and her mind was wandering places. Standing up straight and sighing, she wandered over to the large window overlooking the farm.

    It was small, barely able to be called a farm at this point, mostly growing herbs and wheat, along with grass for the few Pokémon she kept around. When she was younger, this very farm was much more expansive, growing all sorts of crops for not only the family, but the community. Growing up, she slowly watched it fall into disrepair, which is why now it was kept to such a small size. However, sometimes she still longed for the wide pastures and even the hard work. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she looked out the window, eyes following the Zebstrika around as she began wondering whether she was truly bored enough to go out and clean out its stable.

    A sudden ding of a the front door opening alerted Hilda, almost jumping as her back had been to the door. She quickly spun around and brushed herself off, happily repositioning herself behind the counter. Finally, the customer she's been waiting for! Giving off her best hostess smile, she asked, “Hello there, how may I help you today~?”