February Prompts

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Who: Samuel Oak + OPEN
What: February prompts. Science, mostly. Let me know if you want to do something else with Sam, I can start something else for you!
Where: Various
When: February -- can be before the overgrowth event, or happen during, as Sam has not been affected by it.
Content Warnings: Innocent slimeberry deaths! Will add others as needed.

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A Friend Returns (Kichijoji + Various)

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Samuel is clearing out one of the empty shops in Kichijoji to use as a lab when he catches a flurry of wings and feathers out of the corner of his eye. He's not sure why he looks up, there are plenty of those odd Pidgey-chimeras around here, but look up he does. At first, he thinks that the winged animal headed straight for him is one of the chimeras -- but his face lights up, despite his confusion, when he realizes that it's an actual Pidgey. And what's more, as it comes even closer, he recognizes that Pidgey!

As the Pidgey closes the final feet between them, a collapsed Pokeball held carefully in its beak, he instinctively holds out his arm as a perch; the Pidgey lands on it, spits out the Pokeball into his waiting hand, and gives him an affectionate coo.

"Pidgey! I didn't expect to see you here, how are you?" Samuel deposits the Pokeball into his labcoat pocket with the others, and reaches his free hand over to return Pidgey's affection with a wing scratch. But then Rinoa got her 'dog'-creature back, didn't she? Angelo? So it's not the first time something like this has happened.

"Come on, I have to introduce you to everyone!" The cleaning can wait, as he gestures for Pidgey to hop onto his shoulder.

And as he walks around showing off his 'new' friend, one might spot the pair -- perhaps like Samuel, others might mistake Pidgey for one of the chimeric natives too, at least until they get closer and realize that it's all bird. (If they're familiar with Pidgey, either through personal experience or his drawings, they might even recognize the species!)

Mistaken Reaper (Mortis Lake)

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Samuel looks down at the fruit in his hand in horror and regret, as the other fruits nearby let out tiny screams of terror.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had feelings!" He holds up his hands in placation, managing to not drop the fruit -- and the Pidgey on his shoulder darts at it, trying to get a mouthful. "Pidgey, no!" He quickly surrounds the fruit with both hands, trying to protect it. "You can't eat it!" Well... maybe later. Once he does some science on it.

First dropping the fruit in a labcoat pocket so the others don't have to see the corpse of their fallen friend, he reaches out for the nearby fruits, their tiny screams only intensifying, but instead of picking them, he gently strokes their skin.

"I'm sorry. I won't pick any more of you, I promise." He glances up at Pidgey. "And I won't let Pidgey eat any of you, either." Eventually, after enough stroking and reassuring, he manages to calm the fruit down. Now he can get some science done.

Retrieving a measuring tape from his labcoat, he starts to gently -- very gently -- measure the width of the still-living fruits. (After all, he can measure the dead one at his leisure, hopefully away from the living ones so they don't have to watch.) He laughs when the fruits let out tiny giggles at the gentle touch of the measuring tape.

"Does that tickle? I'll be done soon, I promise." Releasing the measuring tape, he goes to fetch his notebook, and then wraps it around the fruit again -- only to frown at the result. "That doesn't make any sense," he says aloud, not realizing he has an audience other than the fruits he's measuring. "That's nowhere near what I got last time."

Scientific Method (Kichijoji again)

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Samuel returns to the empty shop in Kichijoji, finishing his cleaning and lab setup. Now he can finally get some work done! Pidgey rests on a windowsill nearby, while his other Pokemon, having assisted in the cleanup, rest in their Pokeballs.

After measuring the circumference of his picked fruit many, many times, he finally gets his result to settle down. Along with his fruit, he has a beaker of water nearby, and is scribbling away at a pencil and paper. At the sound of the door opening, and footsteps behind him, he calls out without looking up:

"Do you think 22/7 is a close enough approximation for pi? I don't have a calculator, and it's closer and easier to use than 3.14. I am not using three." He wrinkles his nose and sticks out his tongue slightly at the thought, though his guest won't be able to see it with his back to them; what does he look like, an engineer? He turns around with the fruit in his hand to see who's paid him a visit. "Who knows what kind of non-Euclidean nightmare this world will turn into if it thinks pi is three?"