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[Welcome to the most mundane dream ever. Opening a little wooden door leads into a kitchen, rich with the aroma of cooking foods. There are dozens of cupboards and pantries that lie open, but rather than food, they're filled with staircases. No matter which stairs you take, you'll wind up in what appears to be a teenage girl's bedroom--most likely because it is. It's a bit cluttered, with papers and knickknacks scattered everywhere. A plastic tank on one shelf contains a disgruntled-looking Croagunk in the place of its usual resident, and everything is floating on a thin, pale red mist, the same kind that appears should one look out the window. Paprika herself is flopped down on a cushion of said smoke, staring up quizzically at the ceiling.]

Man, this is tripping balls.

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[And then Dragonite. Who, in this Dream World, is a Dragonite.

She's just... poking her head into the room. What is this place? What's all this junk?
She liked the smell of the cooking, though. She wants to eat now.]

Paprika?

[Paprika's head pops up at the sound of the voice, but she eases into a grin when she catches sight of Dragonite.]

Hey, 'sup?

[Her wings flap a little.]
I smelled something nice - and then I was here.
[Basically.]

Seems like a good reason to me.

[With a little noise of exertion, she hops off the cloud and points back down at the kitchen.]

D'you want something? Iunno if there's actually any legit food, but it's worth a look, y'know?

[Hilda followed the stairs all the way to the top, barging right into the room. She's feeling a bit sleepy with the nice smell of food. It feels almost like she could be home after a long journey, ready to eat a bunch and tuck herself into bed. So she rubs one eye a bit, with the back of her fist. Anyway, she notices Paprika and greets her.]

...Paprika? This your place?

[Paprika sits up at the sound of Hilda's voice and waves cheerily.]

Hey, Hilda!

[Looking around, she notices Greg in the tank where Captain Handbag would normally be, prompting her to hop off the cloud and take him out.]

Uh, sorta? I mean, there's not usually all this trippy smoke making stuff float, y'know?

[She gives an idle hum in response to the comment about the smoke. She tries to fan some of it with her hand to see if she can push some of the suspended objects along, but her hand doesn't seem to be strong enough to make much of a current.]

I see what you mean. It's a nice place, though, for being inside a cupboard. [She nods. Behind her, Hilda's Musharna floats up into the room, catching up to her. It seems the pokemon had been lingering behind with curiosity about something back down, but now she hovers next to Hilda. Hey, she matches everything else floating in the room.]

[Catching sight of the Musharna, Paprika shifts Greg into a one-handed grip in order to point at the other Pokemon.]

Uh, did you bring that thingy with you, or is it just kinda chilling in my trippy house now?

Oh no, this is Nostradamus. It's mine, no worries. [Hilda reaches out and holds the Musharna, a hand on either of its sides. It doesn't seem to mind, and the smoke coming from it swirls around and mixes rather curiously with the red stuff around.]

I dunno what it's doing outside it's pokeball, though.

Nostradamus? Wasn't he that dude that predicted all those random things like five hundred years ago?

[Paying no heed to the conversation, Greg has begun to shudder violently, though his expression is confrontational rather than afraid. Startled by the sudden activation of his Ability, Paprika nearly drops him before recovering and holding him a bit more firmly.]

I'm pretty sure that, like, absolutely nothing has to make sense right now.

Well, sometimes the stuff in her mist is - oh --[Hilda was about to justify the name choice, but the shuddering Croagunk startled her too.] Are you okay? What was that? [In a pinch, her first reaction is to fumble for her Pokedex. She's never trained a Croagunk, nor is she well-versed about them.]

Iunno, he just started spazzing out for a sec, there.

[He's stopped now, but is still glaring daggers at Nostradamus, despite the type and level disadvantage.]

He seems kind of angry. [And that seems kind of like an understatement. Nostradamus seems oblivious to it though. Now that Hilda has let her float free in favor of getting out her Pokedex, she's just rolling around in the smoke.

And so in a few moments, Hilda clicks open her 'dex. It begins to vocalize a blurb about Croagunks. Apparently, they are popular as mascots. There's more... but it's getting to it.]

Him? Nah, Greg's always angry. He tried to beat me up with his frog-fu when he first hatched!

[Paprika listens with interest, having never considered utilizing the Pokedex for... Anything, really.]

Mascots? Iunno who'd want a grumpy little guy like this plastered all over their merch.

[Greg responds with a notably offended ribbit-esque noise.]

[Hilda laughs a bit, and drowns out whatever else the Pokedex was going to say.] I think its cheeks are endearing, though.

[She smiles down at the scowling, angry Greg.]

His cheeks, huh?

[Shifting Greg in her arms once again, Paprika pokes at the circular pouches on his cheeks, eliciting more disgruntled croaking, which in turn only serves to make her laugh.]

Ha, I guess you're right! He looks kinda cute like this, even if he's still being a little grump.

Shizuo is wandering around the place, trying to ignore the scent of delicious food. He isn't sure how he ended up in this kitchen, but when he tried to leave it, he ended up in the same place again. It's like a weird dream, really. Eventually, the smell of good food is too much to bear and he opens a cupboard despite his resolve not to snoop around.

...And he finds a staircase. He's really beginning to think that this is a dream by now. Which would make it okay to eat the food.... Grinning to himself, Shizuo opens another cupboard. And then the refrigerator. And then a pantry. Disappointingly, all he finds are stairs. Maybe the food is upstairs then...

He walks up only to find himself in someone's room. And that someone is currently there.

"...." Well, this is awkward.

That someone rolls over on her cloud of smoke and is less surprised than she perhaps might normally be to see a total stranger in her bedroom.

"Sup?" she offers, shifting into a sitting position, "Uh, if you're looking for the restaurant, it's kinda not part of trippy dream land right now, so I guess we're closed."

Yup, this is definitely a dream, though he doesn't know why he would be dreaming about someone he's never even met before. Still, for some reason he feels like he's intruding.

"Oh...Wrong room," Shizuo says, awkwardly stepping out of the doorway. Damn it, how is he going to get out of here?

Paprika follows, not too sure why exactly she's doing so--someone looking like they belong in a restaurant doesn't mean they belong in her bedroom or anything.

"D'you know where you're supposed to be going? I mean, Iunno if it's even gonna exist here, but some of the doors back in the kitchen go to other dreams."

Shizuo suddenly stops and glances back, wondering why the girl is following him. It's weird that she knows this is a dream too, though.

"...Nah." Feeling bold for some reason, he adds, "So there's no food?" The smells haven't gone away, so he can't help but be a bit hopeful.

"Not that I can tell," with a shrug, "But I guess if this is a dream, couldn't you just, like, dream up some?"

It seems like a totally logical jump as far as she's concerned, though that probably means there's little to no actual logical base for it.

Well, in that case... Shizuo tries to conjure up a slice of cake. After a moment of nothing happening, a lavishly decorated slice on a plate suddenly pops in his hands, along with a fork to accompany it.

"Cool." For some reason this doesn't surprise him much as it should. He decides to take a taste test with the fork, not considering that eating dream cake might not be the best idea ever.

"Awesome!" Then again, considering this is Paprika's dream, it follows that the space wouldn't be bound too tightly by common sense. Closing her eyes in concentration, Paprika wills a bag of onion rings to pop up, and lo and behold it does. Her expression is a bit like a kid's on Christmas as she opens the bag and takes one. Belatedly, she offers the bag to Shizuo, not really seeing any harm in offering food to a total stranger when she does that at work every other day.

"D'you want some? They taste totally fine!"

"No thanks," Shizuo says in between a large mouthful of cake. He prefers sweet foods to salty food, though the offer is still appreciated. The cake is as delicious as it looks: Rich milk chocolate topped with smooth cream and a mouthwatering hint of fresh strawberry.

After a moment, it occurs to him that maybe he should offer Paprika some of the cake.

"Uh, you want some?" He indicates awkwardly to the half-eaten slice.

As it happens, she's the exact opposite. Shaking her head, she offers him a grin as, "Nah, man, I'm not too big on super-sweet stuff."

Belatedly, she remembers her manners and adds, "'M Paprika, by the way."

"Shizuo Heiwajima." He shrugs, not knowing how someone could not love sweet food. Oh well. He quickly finishes the rest of the cake, which then pops out of existence to be replaced by a glass of milk to wash it down with. Shizuo's tastes seem pretty childish, and contrast with his slightly intimidating image. He's also apparently cool with this entire situation.

"Shiz--Wait, what?"

The name sounds Asian-ish to her, but she has absolutely no idea how to replicate it. Really, she should probably be a bit less nonplussed by the whole situation as well, but she instead simply opts for conjuring up a table and two chairs in the middle of the hall.

"Wanna sit down? I mean, unless you're, like, in a rush to go or something."

"Shizuo," he repeats. He's satisfied as long as she doesn't try giving him a nickname to shorten it. He doesn't do pet names.

"Yeah, thanks." Shizuo sits down and leans back in the chair, taking a gulp of the milk. "So is this your dream?" He doesn't think girls he never saw before would be appearing in his dreams. Then again, he doesn't know what he would be doing in someone else's dream either.

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paprika be careful you're going to get poisoned...!

her ability is immunity (to common sense, but nonetheless........)

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Silly butler man you bring ME food

well, she's a waitress, so it all balances out. xD

:o That means she has to serve him B| Since the bartending outfit is a LIE. + He's also not logical

xD

This could be the beginning of a beautiful awkward friendship B|

everyone is Paprika's friend, whether they like/know it or not. :y

That's pretty creepy you should always know who your friends are O_O

this actually led to her getting kidnapped a few months back ;;

FFT did she kick kidnapper butt?