PSL with Outbounds

[i_am_emmet]

Emmet was trying to get used to this- the past (and supposedly the time he came from.) And nothing felt right. He didn't know what he was doing, the oven wouldn't listen to the simplest of commands (turn off in 20 minutes), the microwave had few fail safes, everything had 2000 buttons and not even the clock would set itself.

It was all a hassle!

The Sneasels were playing on the cat-tree in the room Emmet had so gracefully lent him, the Hisuian Female knocking the Johtotian male off a perch to claim as her own. Crobat was hanging in the closet happily dozing, and Porygon- he thinks, might have found a part of the infomation network that was for Perverts because for the past 15 minutes it had been talking about 'Hot MILFs wanting Doubles in YOUR area'.

He sighed, this was not the first nor the last time he would have to depend on the kindness of others, huh?

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[outbounds]

'If?'

[ does the other Emmet not want to go back? well. that would make sense, if he is not supposed to be from there at all...

(the joltik is chirring happily, bunting into the hand doing the scratching.) ]

I had been assuming. But maybe I should ask instead. If I can find someone to help you depart from this station ... What destination do you wish to reach?

[i_am_emmet]

[He sighs.]

I don't know, I don't know where I am supposed to go now.

[outbounds]

Well. You have time to think about it. There is no rush. We will host you for as long as is needed. But if I were you I would think about it. Maybe not right now but at some point.

[ not right now, because this is supposed to be joltik time. but also. ]

Because I am Emmet, and I cannot make that decision for you even if you are also Emmet.