Sloane Jackson- Human
Food Court
Affected Roleplayers: @Neo Emolga

Sloane felt her stomach growl again and groaned loudly. Where was a door when you desperately needed one! Sloane let out a long sigh and decided it was best to quit her complaining for now. She just needed to take her mind off of this place. Just for a little while. But what to do? Sloane placed her bag on a nearby table and unzipped it, pulling out a black pen and her journal. Rezipping up her bag, Sloane slipped it back over her shoulders and began to write as she walked.

The story was about as random and chaotic as the world Sloane had recently found herself in. It was much harder to distract herself from this place than she thought. However, she didn't really mind that either. Her stomach hadn't growled in a while, which was somewhat of a relief. Still, this was not a tactic that would work for long. Sloane was beginning to regret not bringing a book or something.

"Hey, miss, hold on for a second! I mean... don't go anywhere, I'll be with you in a moment!"

Sloane looked up from her work to see a Cinccino with a sock puppet. Well… definitely not the weirdest thing she had seen so far in her one day in this land of trickery. Still, kind of a weird sight. Sloane sighed and pulled one of the chairs from a nearby table to sit down in. Sloane let Shaymin crawl off her shoulder to the table beside her and simply shrugged when the unspoken question passed between the two.

The Cincinno came back momentarily and requested a writing utensil that was from the real world. Well, good thing she had plenty of those.

"Uh… yeah," Sloane said, showing the pen in her hand. "Do you have a preference? I've got markers as well and another pad of paper if that's best for you."