a welcome;

[mallowmods]

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: Welcoming in the new members to Mallow Hallow
Where: Everywhere!
When: March 2nd.

[ Once everyone’s settled in their particular districts, no doubt thousands of questions running between each individual mind, there’s an announcement. Not over the devices, but rather in speakers all over each and every district. A familiar voice should ring out—you did, after all, hear the voice of your Queen earlier today. ]

Ahem! Can you hear me? Ah, right then.

Hello loveies! You might recall this particular visage which speaks before you—that is, I am your Queen. Call me Queenie, if you must! I’ve met you all on this particular day, and I find it important to bestow some of my boundless knowledge onto you, sweethearts.

Now! Done with formalities, let’s see where we stand… ah, yes! Might I be the first to welcome you all to Mallow Hallow, our wonderful little country. Not too big, not quite too small either! It’s just lovely, isn’t it? Oh, how all my new babies will love it here! Or—perhaps not. [ She clicks her tongue. ] Either way, it doesn't really matter. You're stuck here for the time, so do try to make the most of it, dears.

Of course, there are our sectors within Mallow Hallow. Six… [ There’s silence for a short moment. ] Yes, there are six, aren’t there..? Well, six different communities you might stem off from! Surely you remember the name from our meeting earlier? If not, I’m sure one of the regular inhabitants of each particular district will assist you in naming your new home!

Live where you’d like, eat what you’d like, do what you’d like! Our homes are now your homes, so please, consider us all a big happy family to you! Remember you can reach me or any of the other rulers of any of the districts, over at our voicemails! [ Somehow, that seems sarcastic… ]

Also, don’t cause any trouble, or I’ll personally end you. [ There it is. ]

I suppose that's all. Well then, bye now, dears! And let the word spread—Mallow Hallow is up and rising once again!

[ ooc: Quick links: Lochwell | Mallowhallow | Orlea | Astralfield | Crystalden | Highcrest | Whitewood | Network ]

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[futility]

[In all honesty, a part of Fiole would've preferred that he not go, seeing as how he doesn't exactly want to be alone right now, but fortunately, he realizes that it's better that way. Besides, he's in no condition to protest.

—And he's not quite alone, apparently. He flinches slightly in surprise, doing his best to focus on her.]

... Hello...?

[What do you say in this situation—]

[insectubus]

[...Okay, leaving him alone wasn't the best idea, Mikio thought. Not ten seconds later after leaving him, he quickly sprinted back. He couldn't leave the poor guy alone! Besides, there was no one around anyways.

When he was close enough to have Fiole within his sight, he was relieved to see a familiar figure stand next to him. He wasted no time in approaching the two of them.]

Miss May. [He spoke up to get her attention.] P-please...he's badly hurt and I don't have enough to cover him...

[Mikio began to unfasten the braces on his body, releasing his second pair of arms. From there on he pulled his shirt off which he proceeded to wrap around one of Fiole's arms.]

[springskies]

[She had called out to him to make sure he was alive in the first place. And May heaved a heavy, somewhat relieved, sigh when she heard his voice and reached him.

Mikio startled her a little but she was glad that meant the boy hadn't been alone like this.] Mikio -- I have some bandages! And things like that. Mostly Pokemon stuff but people stuff too.

[May started digging through her bag to pull out said bandages, and antiseptic, and anything else she had that she thought he may need. She addressed Fiole without knowing how incoherent he was.]

Um ... How did you get like this? Was it the fairies? Or the queen??

[futility]

[Fiole does his best to relax as Mikio deals with his wounds, considering how utterly surreal the situation is. He's only half-aware of the conversation going on, but he manages to realize that he's being asked a question.

He shakes his head slightly, the gesture not exactly helped by his lightheaded state.]

I... No. It wasn't...

[Not them. Even like this, he can remember—the sight of Count Klausberr's smirking face.]

[insectubus]

Bandages. Yes, we need those. Hopefully you have enough?

[Gently, Mikio picked Fiole's head up and placed it on his lap. Much softer and cleaner than creekside dirt and gravel.]

What are you saying? Perhaps I can take a guess and presume you arrived like this...?

[springskies]

[So that was partly a good thing and partly a bad thing. May wanted to ask more but. Mikio was doing that and she needed to work with the bandages.]

Mmm! I should have enough.

[She began cleaning and wrapping what she could of Fiole's wounds.] S-sorry if this is painful.

[futility]

[If Fiole were more coherent, he'd probably be embarrassed at the close proximity with someone who isn't his sister. Fortunately, any awkwardness is dulled by his inability to focus much on anything.

It takes him a few moments to realize that Mikio is talking to him and not May, but once he does, he nods.

At May's comment, he manages a weak smile.]

No... ah, thank you...

[Continuing over here!]