[To some, this face is familiar. To others, well...you're all evil, you're probably used to seeing nightmarish abominations like giant talking brains who suddenly fill your communicator viewscreens, which she does.]

Well well well! It seems to me that the spooky little city of Everglade now has a power vacuum!

[She came back too late to catch the Guardian elections, but that doesn't mean she hasn't been waiting for the right moment to make a move. With a new city that seems crafted especially for people (?) like her, this opportunity seems downright gift-wrapped and laid neatly in front of her tank.]

First of all, allow me to introduce myself. I! Am the powerful and fantastically beautiful Mother Brain.

[A long pink tentacle emerges from one of the silvery tubes fixed to the top of the massive jar, making a beckoning little gesture.]

How about a roll call? You want in on my plans? Better introduce yourself and let me know what you're good for. If we're going to rule over this miserable little kidnapping planet, then we're going to have to band together. Those pea-brained guardians and so-called heroes have us outmatched in numbers, but not in brains!

[OOC: Overdue, but here she is! If there's a particular assignment you want her to give you from the Board of Evil Deeds, let me know OOCly! She'll want to concentrate on infiltrating Everglade and earning public trust, i.e. setting someone up as a figurehead that will eventually get elected as Guardian by staging some crimes for that person to stop, so let's do some villainous plotting!]

[Manipulating the contents of the tiny white box wasn't easy for an enormous monster crab, but eventually, he managed. His eyestalk carefully examines the communicator. It's unusual. Useful. He'll keep it, he decides, and flings it onto the back of his gold-encrusted shell. The maps, brochures, pamphlets, and little red slips of paper? Worthless, and scattered haphazardly in the waters of the Bay. --Ooh, now this pretty little pendant is much more his style! He grins at it toothily before it, too, joins the treasure hoard on his back.]

[After squeezing through the exit, knocking over the magazine stand and not even caring at all, Tamatoa emerges into the sunlight of Genessia City.]

[People stop.]

[And stare.]

[The smart ones flee immediately as Tamatoa frowns.]

What is this? What are all these tiny little humans doing here?

[This absolutely isn't his lair, and last he heard, the humans weren't nearly so...how shall he put it...comfortable. His eyestalks dart left and right as his foul temper builds.]

You.

[He selects a person at random, snatching him or her up in one big claw.]

Explain to me how the king of the realm of monsters...which is me, in case you were wondering, I am the king...has now found himself in this world. Well?

[He gives his claw a little shake to dislodge some answers.]

Tamatoa doesn't have all day!

[OOC: And here he is! Please check his Permissions Post and let me know if there's anything in particular you're okay with or not okay with. For his intro, I'd like to contain all responses in just one thread so reality doesn't splinter off in too many different directions. So if you respond, get ready for possible group interactions! He'll be hanging out in Fayren eventually for individual meetings.]

[Action]

[From the Bay, a young woman suddenly DASHES out at full speed, stuffing maps and brochures into her apron pocket, her pendant too, and flinging the empty box into the nearest trash can. She moves at an all-out sprint through the streets, headed straight for the Attleton gate.]

[Hope you weren't in her way, or there's going to be a collision.]

[Or perhaps you're curious about why she's in such a rush, and decide to follow. If so, leap through that gate! She can only go so fast on her own two legs.]

[She doesn't stop until she reaches the bus stop, sweaty and panting for breath, where she's forced to wait anxiously for the next bus to roll along. She rocks up onto the balls of her sturdy brown shoes, peering down the street for a bus that isn't yet here. After several minutes, she finally settles down on the bench to wait with her hands nervously folded on her lap.]

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[Video]

[For those who remember Annie, she looks unusually fretful on the screen, and isn't trying to hide that worry behind a smile either. But she does remember her manners, waving with one hand. She's a little out of breath, with the Attleton countryside stretched out behind her.]

Good morning! I'm Annie. I was here before, had a farm, planted some crops, raised some animals. I even had a little house out here. But I can't find it anywhere!

[She casts an anxious look over her shoulder, then looks back to the screen.]

Did it get bulldozed or something? I don't mind the house so much, or the plants, even if it's kind of a waste, but I'm really worried about the animals I had. Did anyone adopt them? I'm not here to take them back, I just want to make sure they're okay! It would be a huge relief if someone did take them in. So...if you did...tell me? Thanks.

[Papyrus, in full chef regalia, poses magnificently before an over-sized pan, holding a large stirring spoon like a king's scepter.]

GREETINGS GENESSIA! IT IS I, THE GREAT CHEF-SLASH-GUARDIAN PAPYRUS, HERE TO BRING YOU A SPECIAL TREAT! MY SOON-TO-BE-WORLD-FAMOUS POKEMON PASTA! IT'S MADE FROM ONLY THE MOST DELICIOUS AND EDIBLE 'MONS OF THEM ALL! HERE COMES ONE NOW!

[Bounsweet leafcopters in, panting and smiling. It tumbles into the pan, then rolls around, glazing the surface with its sugary-sweet sweat.]

WOWIE, BOUNSWEET WORKED UP A BOUN-SWEAT! ORDINARILY THE SWEETNESS IS TOO POWERFUL FOR HUMANS, SO LET'S WATER--NAY, MILK IT DOWN!! MILTANK, YOU'RE UP!

[The camera pans to a pink cow who fires its four udders, producing a quadruple stream of white, glittering ambrosia. Great aim! Once it's in, Papyrus tosses a handful of magic fire-powder below, instantly producing a roaring flame.]

THAT MILK IS FULL OF NUTRIENTS!! DRINK ENOUGH, AND MAYBE ONE DAY YOU CAN BE AS BUFF AS ME!!! NOW, LET'S SOAK THE ONE THING NO POPULAR DISH CAN DO WITHOUT: PASTA! I'VE BEEN SAVING THESE NOODLES IN AN ANCIENT, OAKEN CASK AS OLD AS THE FAYREN WOODS ITSELF!!! IN THEY GO!!! WOW, THEY'RE AS SOFT AS I'M NOT ON CRIME!!! OKAY, THE SAUCE IS GOING GREAT!! NOW WE NEED SOME GARNISHMENTS! PANSAGE, LEND ME YOUR HEAD! PETILIL, YOUR LEAF! TROPIUS, YOUR NECK! CHANCEY, YOUR EGG! (BY THE WAY, THOSE LAST TWO WERE DONATED BY THE GREAT DOVE! THANKS A MILLION!!!)

[A monkey, a bulb, a bananasaur, and a...Chancey, respectively, all drop their particular victuals into the mix. Papyrus stirs like he's never stirred before, even though he totally has. How else could he cook with such power and speed?]

NYEEEEEH!!! MAXIMUM POKEPOWERRRR!!!!

[Huffing and puffing, he stirs like a mad witch over a cauldron of deliciousness. The flame goes out, signalling the dish is complete.]

HAH...HAH...THE POKEPASTA IS PERFECT!!! ALL RIGHT, I HOPE THAT'S ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE, BUT SINCE IT'S THE BEST THING YOU'RE LIKELY TO EAT, PROBABLY NOT! FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE!!

[That's questionably true. The taste is...well, you know how some dislike pineapple on pizza because they don't want sweet and savory to mix? It's the pasta version of that, but worse. The taste is, like everything he makes, indescribable.

Those brave enough to eat it, however, will feel euphoric. The leaves of Pansage and Petilil will refresh and rejuvenate, banishing all fatigue. One bite of Chancey's scrambled egg would make you so happy, Prozac is jealous. The fruit of Tropius...won't do anything in particular, but what else was he going to use? Clawitzer's entire arm? In a perversion of philosophy, the parts were more than the whole.

But do you dare? DO YOU!?]

WHO: Kieran and YOU
WHAT: Coffee shop confusion, Nighttime Nova Nightmares, Park pranks, & more!
WHEN: All August long
WHY: Kieran needs to meet more people

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Video

[The video was pretty shakey for a moment, before getting steady and showing a blonde in all black and pink.]

I'm back! This is so weird... Big brothers, big sisters, I'm back! Let's spend time together.

Everyone else too. I want to meet lots of people this time. Let me know if you want to be friends, ok?

Action

[Elise was already wandering through Genessia City, healing staff clutched in her hands. She could head to Fayren later, but the modern city still fascinated her, and she wanted to see if anything was new. Not that she'd know, really. But first she has a couple of stops to make. She bounded up to the first person she saw.]

Hi! I just got back here, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to Moonbucks with me!

[The best way to make friends is to put yourself out there after all.]