#shayminrunway

[shaymincafe]

A chime plays as you open the door, drawing the attention of the attendant standing closest to you. The blue Shaymin looks you up and down through his glasses, very obviously judging your current fashion choices. After a moment, he returns his gaze to your face.

“Scarves, over there. Rosemary will take care of you there.”

A pink Shaymin with a curly hedge waves at you enthusiastically from the section full of scarves. It seems she’s eager to chat about anything and everything, especially scarves.

“Jewelry and other accessories, over there. Best to consult with ShayingStar quickly before their partner gets in and eats all the items again.”

The sparkly sky Shaymin seems to pay you no heed as they admire their own reflection, absolutely covered in all sorts of jewelry. It would appear they’re more interested in wearing their products than selling them.

“Hats, over there. That handsome young gentleshay is Vetle. They’re taken, but available to consult with all your headwear needs.”

The lighter blue Shaymin gives a lazy wave from their station. They let out a yawn and wink at the attendant, who blushes a bit in response. They exchange quick smiles before the attendant returns his attention to you.

“And my name is Chicory. I’m the owner. Anything else fashion wise, you come to me.” He gives you another once over before offering a somewhat judgmental smile. “You need our help, darling, so don’t be afraid to ask for it.”

He turns to walk off to his station before turning back and saying, “Oh and of course…”

Welcome to Shaymin Runway!

Ask the attendants for help?

[shaymincafe]

Chicory seems rather unbothered by the threat, simply taking off his glasses to clean them. "A god, hm? I've tailored for many of your kind before. You don't scare me," he says with a smirk, baring his fangs a little.

The winds around them begin to pick up in speed as Chicory's eyes emit a soft glow. "Go ahead. Punt me. See what happens, passé deity."

(shaymincafe shayminrunway) Chicory scrunches up his nose a little and scoffs. "Sweetie? Eth, hard pass." He eyes the stranger up and down slowly, giving them a most judgemental look before clicking his tongue in displeasure. "Have you considered wearing less..." he gestures to all of the stranger's body, "that? It's so outdated. Like easily 672 seasons ago, give or take. And don't get me started on that choice of color. Could you have picked a more unpleasant shade of purple? Your whole ensemble here is just toxic to the eyes, darling."

"Unpleasant shade of purple?!? What the f*ck do you mean, there's no bad shades of purple!!!" Hiroshi growls, picking Chicory up by the scruff of his hedge. "At least I'm not a four-eyed sentient bush!" He taps the Shaymin's glasses with a finger and drags it around, smearing the lenses.

"And....well," Hiroshi smiles. "I don't think it's exactly wise for someone like YOU to insult a GOD; especially when you're the exact right shape and size for throwing and punting."

[shaymincafe]

(@asktheoger) “Oh, YOOOOOHOOOOOO!” The Pecharunt, Hiroshi, waves their arms in the air, trying to get someone’s attention. “I could use some assistance~” suddenly, they pick up a huge rack of clothing, with strength that seems it shouldn’t be possible for someone of their size, and throw it across the room before running away. “CLEANUP ON ISLE FOUR HAHAHA!!!”

"Ugh, finally, someone comes to consult my tal-" Chicory stops as Hiroshi launches the rack of clothes across the room and scampers away. "-ent..." He lets out a long sigh before gesturing to Rosemary. "Clean that up, would you? Make sure to burn all the offending articles as well. I didn't see anything worth salvaging before they threw it."

"Yes sir!" Rosemary said before scampering down the aisles to pick up the clothes, admiring the shades of purple that Hiroshi's wardrobe seemed to house.

[shaymincafe]

A Runway? I thought Shaymin can only fly in their sky form? Seems a bit of a waste to have a full runway for just some hedgehogs 😆

Chicory lets out a loud sigh. "Fashion runway, darling, not airport runway. If you're looking for one of those you should consult with ShayingStar's cousin. She oversees all the portals here in Jiemi City. They have plenty of those kinds of runways in her jurisdiction."

He looks you over a bit before musing. "Hm... I think a scarf could do you some good. We could recently accentuate your cheeks if you get a red one."

[shaymincafe]

What is this place? What happened to our beloved cafe?

Chicory raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs a little. "A Shaymin Cafe? What a ridiculous notion. Eight-inch tall hedgehogs can't manage a dining establishment."

He waves his paw a bit. "This is Shaymin Runway. We've been here for years. I've never heard of this supposed cafe you speak of. Now, are you going to ask for some fashion assistance or not?"

[shaymincafe]

[ Chicory's Prankster Ability Has Activated ]

"Oh my, that was quite the toss," Chicory says, paw held over his eyes as he squints off into the distance. "Considering that substitute is heavier than I am, that's quite a feat of strength, though not by much."

The shaymin finishes cleaning his glasses and replaces them on his face as he smirks at the Pecharunt. "Nice try, passé deity. Better luck next time." The winds pick up in speed once more and Chicory vanishes within the cover of a flurry of leaves.

(shaymincafe shayminrunway) Chicory scrunches up his nose a little and scoffs. "Sweetie? Eth, hard pass." He eyes the stranger up and down slowly, giving them a most judgemental look before clicking his tongue in displeasure. "Have you considered wearing less..." he gestures to all of the stranger's body, "that? It's so outdated. Like easily 672 seasons ago, give or take. And don't get me started on that choice of color. Could you have picked a more unpleasant shade of purple? Your whole ensemble here is just toxic to the eyes, darling."

"Unpleasant shade of purple?!? What the f*ck do you mean, there's no bad shades of purple!!!" Hiroshi growls, picking Chicory up by the scruff of his hedge. "At least I'm not a four-eyed sentient bush!" He taps the Shaymin's glasses with a finger and drags it around, smearing the lenses.

"And....well," Hiroshi smiles. "I don't think it's exactly wise for someone like YOU to insult a GOD; especially when you're the exact right shape and size for throwing and punting."

[asktheoger]

(shaymincafe shayminrunway) Chicory scrunches up his nose a little and scoffs. "Sweetie? Eth, hard pass." He eyes the stranger up and down slowly, giving them a most judgemental look before clicking his tongue in displeasure. "Have you considered wearing less..." he gestures to all of the stranger's body, "that? It's so outdated. Like easily 672 seasons ago, give or take. And don't get me started on that choice of color. Could you have picked a more unpleasant shade of purple? Your whole ensemble here is just toxic to the eyes, darling."

"Unpleasant shade of purple?!? What the f*ck do you mean, there's no bad shades of purple!!!" Hiroshi growls, picking Chicory up by the scruff of his hedge. "At least I'm not a four-eyed sentient bush!" He taps the Shaymin's glasses with a finger and drags it around, smearing the lenses.

"And....well," Hiroshi smiles. "I don't think it's exactly wise for someone like YOU to insult a GOD; especially when you're the exact right shape and size for throwing and punting."