Pokemon Tabletop United

Theo has loads of totally-excellent questions, but has to check their phone now that the ceremony's over. That and get out of this dumb suit as soon as they can. There's a message from Mum, asking how the ceremony went. Theo had tickets, of course, but had been reluctant about dragging their parents all the way out to Regipolis when (last they'd heard) they'd been working on a contract of some kind. Egg moves? Theo didn't really remember.

Response duly flicked, our intrepid entomologist scans the group for whoever looks the most agreeable to talk to. Ivy? Caroline? Yeah fuck it let's try Caroline.

"Sup," Theo (South) says to the girl in front of them, offering a handshake, wondering but not asking why she's wearing baseball clothes to an event like this. Theo jabs a thumb towards the tables on the right of the room. "I hate small talk, and that photographer's giving me the creeps, so do you want to make a dash for the food?"