Quinn
Slateport City - Beach
Affected RPers: N/A

'It seems there's nothing here,' Quinn thought to himself. He was looking out at the ocean that connected Slateport, Dewford, and Petalburg. Well, technically, the Route after Petalburg, but still Petalburg. He missed being able to just go outside and look out at the sea with the calming waves all day. But, ever since the Blackout, it was rare to be able to look out at the waves like this. Everything was downgrading, just like before civilization.

"Wiggly!" Custard cried out. She was getting a little impatient with Quinn about terms of items. Even though they were on an island (That's actually pretty big.), there were still supplies. Quinn groaned at the thought of having to get into a scrap with hoarders for items, or thieves, or gangs, or anything threatening. Though...some hoarders could be nice, but it's not worth trying to see if they are. But...supply gathering is supply gathering, be it for basic survival or getting off of the land--Oh. Quinn and his pink ball of fluff (IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE) set off to the actual town to get some survival needs...