This world is inhabited by creatures that we call pokemon. People and pokemon live together by supporting each other, but now the scourge threatens the safety of the entire region. Kohaku has become a dangerous place, where children stay at home and only brave souls go adventuring.
Welcome to KOHAKU. Come for the nightmares. Stay for the tea and crumpets.
The season is SUMMER. It is easy for survivors to forage for food from the land, as there are entire abandoned farms ready for harvest. On the downside, you can smell the corpses.
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She nodded. The woman had a personal grudge in Bacchus, anyway. "I can do that." With Bacchus came Pal Park, too -- that would definitely help more than the Lake. (There really was nothing except the labs, and Delilah didn't really care much for those.)
Delilah leaned back, turning to look up at the ceiling. "... When all of this is over, we should go drinking." The woman paused. "And preferably not get arrested."
"Just one," she said, and she sounded more resolved than she felt. Neo was a realistic person, and realistically, she had an itching suspicion they wouldn't be able to keep it at one. "Last time we had more than one--was messy."
Neo stood up to leave the temple, and she waited for Delilah to follow. "Let's find a place."
"Spotted a few." That... was an old habit. Decima Town's watering holes were few, mostly because the people were few enough to begin with, but Neo (or Leonida, back then) had always noticed whenever there was a new place in town.
"You want a place to get smashed or a place to see and be seen?"
Delilah paused to think. "Seen and be seen." She shook her head. "Let's not get drunk enough to do stupid shit again." (Nor did Delilah fancy a hangover the next day.)
"As said. One drink. I don't make the same mistake twice," Neo said, and that was a blatant lie. She'd commit the same mistake in the name of science. She'd already gotten excessively drunk and lived to regret it half a dozen times too.
Neo led the way through the streets to a nearby bar--if it could be called that. More of a lounge or a cabaret, the Sonata styled itself a saloon with good drink and entertainment. With some pride, they had a stage that featured talented dancers that more or less wore clothes, and if they didn't, it was called art.
They got in with their EOS IDs, which Neo had found worked pretty well as an all-access pass to any science institution in the region. She hadn't quite expected it to work here, but luckily it did. There was a bar, but except for an idle waitress that stood up, ready to follow them with menus to wherever they chose to sit.
Neo settled into a plush leather chair, one of two set before a small table and facing the stage. It was a comfy chair. Predictably, the waitress popped out of the shadows with menus: pretty little slips of paper in classy serif font. Neo perused the food and drink options. "If you're hungry, the Kohaku Times review says their finger food's decent."
"Better than decent," the waitress politely corrected. "Local favorite's devils on horseback--dates wrapped in bacon. Highly recommended!"
