BECAUSE WE GIVE NEGATIVE SHITS AND LOVE SUBWAYS

[tsuntrader]

IT'S PRETTY SELF EXPLANATORY MAN

SILVER'S EXISTENCE CREATES INTERESTING PROBLEMS

SUBWAY DEPOT AGENTS ARE ALL PRECIOUS BABBIES

HILDA IS CRAZY

EMMET IS SAD

INGO IS DATING ELESA?!?!?!

AND SOMEHOW WE WILL ALL WORK IT OUT LIKE A COMPLETELY DYSFUNCTIONAL SUBWAY FAMILY

BECAUSE WE CAN

AND ENTER HILBERT

Comments

[infinitegrin]

Thank you...

[Oooh gosh so tired, but come here, Hilbert, you should be part of the group hug too.]

I'm closing the Battle Subway for a couple months while Ingo recovers. I'm sorry. Ah... we might not have thanksgiving. Or, Ingo will be in bed for it, really...

[50shadesofnpc]

[Group hug?... ...Well, okay, if you consider him close enough, he's cool with it too. (Hi, Silver. Hi, Elesa.)]

That makes sense, of course. [The subway part.] Wouldn't want you to be busy when you should be with Ingo. [Again... why are you apologizing, Emmet? Hilbert can always find other things to do. Don't worry about it.

He's not a part of the thanksgiving thing, though, so he'll leave that to Silver and/or Elesa to reassure Emmet on.]

[tsuntrader]

Don't worry about any of that right now, alright? [Thanksgiving, The Battle Subway- well... Thanksgiving isn't an important thing right now, at least, and-]

The Depot Agents know what they're doing. I'll help out with anything you need me to, and I'm sure Elesa and Hilbert can too. We'll find some way to work out Thanksgiving- if we can't do it on Thanksgiving day, we can always reschedule.

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[shiningbeauty]

I'll help with Ingo as much as I can, Emmet. But you may have to rely on these boys, too! For company, if anything.

[Elesa maaaay be sneaky about bringing dinner after her work, so that Emmet won't be worried about cooking too much.]

[infinitegrin]

I should be keeping Ingo company, though.

[Whooooosh, over Emmet's head...

Elesa... winks at Hilbert? Buh?]

[50shadesofnpc]

[Buh? Eh?... ...]

Yeah, whatever you need us for. [Company included.

........BUT WHY DID SHE WINK]

[tsuntrader]

[N...odding...

That's a face Blue would make when she's talking about...

...But Hilbert and Emmet?

Silver glances over at Elesa, more than willing to invest in a distraction.]

[shiningbeauty]

[Emmet's just "?", but Elesa chuckles some. Oh, she's got a lady's sixth sense about this. How sweet.]

You should join us for Thanksgiving, Hilbert.

[Wait Elesa shouldn't you not be the one to invite--oh

Emmet seems to like that idea, lighting up a little bit at it. "If you'd have us, Hilbert..."]

[50shadesofnpc]

[Thanksgiving?... But he's not really--... if he'd have them? That's an embarrassing way to put it. Shouldn't it be the other way around? If they'd have him?]

Well-- I mean, sure. I'd have to ask my parents and all, but yeah. If you guys are okay with it.

[He'd... He'd like to. Yes.]

[tsuntrader]

[...Well, that's not his call, but it... Would be nice, right? Emmet looks happy about it- which is good, especially now...]

[infinitegrin]

["Then it's decided!" Elesa chuckles. Emmet smiles, finally letting go of the hug.]

I'm going to go back and wait for Ingo to wake up... can you guys go see what's going on at Gear Station?

[50shadesofnpc]

[Welp. Guess he's got a question to propose to his mom.]

Yeah, whatever you want. [He can do that. Unless it's just for Silver and/or Elesa.]

[tsuntrader]

Of course. [It's a mission. It's something important, and if Emmet needs him, he... will actually have his Pokégear on this time.]

[infinitegrin]

[C'mere, Silver. Emmet pulls Silver closer with his good hand and gives his kid a smooch on the top of the head.]

Thanks. I'll call you when Ingo wakes up, so you can talk to him.

[tsuntrader]

Alright.

[And with that, c'mon Hilbert, let's go.]

[50shadesofnpc]

[Okay. See you, Emmet. Later, Elesa. (nice to meet you?)

C'mere, Braviary. Go ahead and rest back in your Pokeball.]

[tsuntrader]

[Looks like this is a Pokémon free walk. It's dark and quiet out, too. Silver's not sure if that's calming or a reason to be tense.

But he's content to walk in silence, at least for a little while. Moving definitely helps.]

[50shadesofnpc]

[Aah, the fresh night air. He's been in that waiting room for ages....

Hilbert has his hands in his pockets, thinking to himself as he stares off into space. Hm. Should they hurry? It's four AM, but if Emmet's gonna wait by Ingo's pillow till he wakes up, they've got a while...

Come to think of it, he hasn't seen the subway at dark that much.]

Have you been around Gear Station for the night shift much?

[Kind of an outta nowhere question, but whatever.]

[tsuntrader]

[He faded off into his own thoughts for a while, but Hilbert's question snaps him back into reality. The night shift...?]

Pretty sure I've never been around for it. I'm there when Ingo and Emmet are.

[50shadesofnpc]

[Oh yeah, that makes sense.]

It's pretty different than in the daytime. Less busy.

[...] Though I guess it'll still be different from usual night hours, when we get there.

[tsuntrader]

[...Nod. That makes a lot of sense, but- hopefully it's not chaotic.]

[50shadesofnpc]

[Hopefully not. Guess they'll find out when they get there....!

(it is, perhaps, not exactly chaotic, at four in the morning; but it will certainly be a stressed atmosphere...)]

[passthestation]

[One particular ball of writhing, black hatred ray of sunshine is Ramses, who's basically acting as security. He's at the head of the Gear Station, giving merciless glares to news journalists and telling them to leave and get their precious stories later.]

[tsuntrader]

[...It takes about half a second for that to get a rise out of Silver, but he has the self control to stay composed.

Instead, he walks up to Ramses- but not before shoving a journalist out of the way which gives him some petty sense of satisfaction among the events that took place today. He's not entirely sure what to say just yet, so he'll gauge his reaction to his presence first, unless Hilbert has something to add.]

[50shadesofnpc]

[Still? they're still there?? Dedicated bunch. Sorry, guys. you gotta go home.

Hilbert ambles into view behind Silver. Yo, Ramses. You look exactly like you sounded on the X-Transceiver.]