002 ☄ "the only way out is up," she whispered. "a leap of faith." ☄ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[dusknoir]

Characters: Morty, Froslass, and YOU.
Setting: Summertime in the cafeteria.
Format: Whichever!
Summary: One very uncomfortable Morty and an even more uncomfortable Froslass try to be decent human beings.
Warnings: Nothing.

[It's summer in the Tower cafeteria, and Morty does not like that one bit. This warm weather is not what he's used to at all. As a result, he's dressed rather oddly, like he doesn't exactly know how to Deal with warm weather in the clothes he had been given; the scarf and headband were gone, his hair was tied up, and the sleeves of his sweater had been rolled up to above his elbows. (He kept brushing his fingers over them as if he felt they needed to be pulled down.) Attempting to keep some degree of composure even in these... unusual circumstances, Morty is sitting at one of the cafeteria tables, staring rather numbly at the floor, the table, anything. Eventually he takes out Froslass' Pokéball and starts rolling it around. So thirsty... so thirsty. So thirsty, oh, for the love of Lu--]

[Morty's head snaps up.]

[He grabs the Pokéball and gets up, only staggering a little bit from the oncoming headache, and rushes over to the kitchen door behind the cafeteria. He filters with a loud clamor throughout the room and eventually gets to the back, which turns out to be what he was looking for all along... the freezer. Considerably warmer than it should be in light of the fact that it's a freezer, but there was still some lingering cold... a little bit.]

[Shortly afterward, the freezer was filled with huge buckets of ice, provided by darling Froslass -- who looked about to faint when she went back into the Pokéball -- and a truly staggering amount of plastic cups were sitting around on some of the nearest cafeteria tables. Shortly afterward, a peculiar Fire-type looking like a chandelier was flying around the cafeteria, moving said buckets of ice into the main room as well; Morty was reasonably sure that everyone would get the idea that they could help themselves. The ice was melting quickly. Sure, the water was a bit warm, but he certainly wasn't complaining.]

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[dusknoir]

[The Chandelure looked a little confused at his comment, but answered with what passed for a nod when one's body looked like an octopus. It floated down a little bit closer to Ishimaru, and thankfully, the fire on its candles didn't seem to give off any heat, or else it would just be causing the boy more misery. (Not that it knew that the heat was causing him problems, of course! Why didn't everyone love warmth like Fire-types?) Uneasily, it set the water bucket down onto the ground to give Ishimaru a closer look, and as it did, some of the water splashed onto his face.]

[Still with absolutely no idea what was wrong with this guy, Chandelure trilled again, slightly worried for the person's health. Should it go get Morty...?]

[forgetbeam]

[That splash definitely felt real.

The boy who seemed so defeated and lethargic before suddenly straightened up, looking between the bucket and the Pokemon.]

So you are...! Then... may I have some of this?! Where is this water coming from?

[What if there's only a bit? People could die in this heat...]

[dusknoir]

[It wanted the water! Well... Chandelure looked thoughtful for a moment, not sure whether it should let Ishimaru take it. Maybe it should go get Morty. But at the same time, he had said that this was all for the other people in the Tower. So the Pokémon bobbed its body in confirmation and moved back a bit, pointing one of its... limbs... at the bucket of water. Ishimaru looked so sick, maybe if he had some of the water it would make him feel better?]

[forgetbeam]

Thank you...! Thank you very much!!

[If he wasn't so dehydrated as it was, he might have cried a little in relief. On a normal day, he would have insisted on going to get a clean glass, but as it was he just drank directly from the bucket. It took what willpower he had left in him to keep from downing the entire bucket then and there. All he needed was to get by for... hopefully just another day or two.

He set the bucket back down with shaking hands, bowing his head.]

...Thank you. [Again.] By the way... what are you, exactly?

[If it's not a hallucination and it's not one of the deadly monsters...]

[dusknoir]

[Oh no, don't cry! That would make Chandelure sad. 8( But as it is, the Pokémon seems perfectly happy just to see that Ishimaru is happy, and so it makes no attempt to take the bucket away after a certain period of time. Morty may have... failed to explain the reasoning for all this water being out. But he seemed to be done, so the Ghost-type levitated the bucket over to join the others, sure that Morty wouldn't mind its absence.]

[And in response to Ishimaru's question, the creature did all it could do: say its name.] Chandelure!

[forgetbeam]

Chandelure! I see! [Oh, because it looks like a... chandelier... He gets it.] In that case, please call me Ishimaru!

[Not that it would, but he didn't know that.

He turned his head to see if he could spot where the bucket floated off to before getting to his feet. In hindsight, moving wasn't such a hot idea... actually, it was, and that was the problem.]

...Let me help you deliver water to everyone we can. Two of us working together will be more efficient...! Where did you even get it?

[dusknoir]

[The creature trills again. Ishimaru! What a nice name.]

[It floats upward as Ishimaru stands up, beaming now. Ishimaru seems to be feeling better! This is good, because Chandelure wants everyone to enjoy the nice weather. But it seems Ishimaru wants to help Morty out instead. Oh, well, it can do that. The creature turns around and points with one of its... limbs... to the door to the kitchen, where Morty himself has just exited carrying one clearly heavy bucket.]

Shan-dii!