if we can call them friends then we can call them on their telephones

[fingersandteeth]

Who: Steven Durante + the other Rockets
Where: Various places in Goldenrod City + over poke-Skype
When: Late March/Early April
Summary: Steven has a few emotional conversations with his co-workers
Rating: PG-13, with the inevitable likeliness of some threads going up to R in terms of language and conversational subjects. Anything too wicked goes to an inbox.

[This is a catchall post for various inter-Rocket threads with Steven taking place at the end of March/first half of April, with the starters for those threads in their own comments inside.]

Comments

PFFFT

[wonderland_vogue]

At least that was quicker.

Until she's out and... when she awakes in a Pokemon Center she's immediately punching the nearest wall with a loud curse in luckily a language no one in this place is going to recognize.

It doesn't take her too long to get back to where they were and she's just heavy handed knocking on that door. Son of a bitch.

Re: PFFFT

[fingersandteeth]

Steven opens the door, looking altogether weary. "I am sorry," he says in lieu of a proper greeting, "but I did tell you so. Do you need to get fucked up again?"

Because it does occur to him that she might not be high anymore, if the poofing healed everything.

[wonderland_vogue]

"I had to know for myself and even if I hadn't, I needed to know if I would get that form back. Spoilers: I'm still a human. Or, humanoid, anyway." She's huffing softly and just messing with the end of that long ponytail without really realizing it.

"And yes. Good to know that if you get poisoned or something, just die and you'll be fine."

[fingersandteeth]

"I mean, I can definitely see how we could make use of that," he says, guiding her inside and closing the door. "So. Booze or more drugs?"

After a moment he adds, "You know, I wonder if it counts as killing you if I was fairly sure you would just-- poof like that."