RE: Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop
08-18-2012, 12:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-18-2012, 09:31 AM by Not The Author.)
"Wh- oh. You." The doctor instinctively hunches into himself at human contact, but doesn't make too much of a fuss; to him, it's pretty clear he doesn't have a choice in- wait.
"...The clinic. You want to go to the clinic to get information and a place to sleep? Not, say, the hotel where new arrivals and tourists are logically going to go on arrival? The place designed to facilitate people who've no idea what's going on in the area? No?" Luce sighs, grumbling something about their probable imminent need for medical supplies anyway. Goddamn immature barflies.