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WHO: The Dark Hand Enforcers and anyone running into a trio of weirdos.
WHAT: Finding out they've been abducted and turned into weird creatures. So, Tuesday for them.
WHEN: First day.
WHERE: Out in the cold.
WARNINGS: Probable language, but likely not much else.

[What do most people do when they wake up in an unfamiliar place, as something they weren't a moment ago? Probably scream and panic. But no, that's not what the Enforcers do. In fact, at first none of them say a word, just looking each other over and noting the extreme variation in what they've become. That is, until the cold settles in and Finn realizes that he feels colder than he ever has before, even in the arctic.]

Brrr-rr-rr-rr! G-guys, i-is it just me, or are we in the d-d-deep freeze of o-our lives?

[The other two share a glance before Chow shrugs and adjusts his sunglasses.]

Kinda chilly, but I wouldn't say it's a deep freeze. Sure ya didn't just get yer feathers wet flopped in the snow?

I dunno, I wouldn't go as far as Finn, but it is pretty cold out here. Maybe we oughta find somewhere outta the snow so's we can warm up.

Seconded, motion p-p-passed, come on you l-losers, w-w-we're findin' a cave or s-s-something.

[And so the trio heads out, a Murkrow and Shiny Rattata huddled together for warmth while an all black Combusken follows behind, shaking his head. A cave shouldn't be hard to find, right? And the odds of them stumbling over something (or someone) to delay their search are practically nill! ...Right?]

Threaded | Flat

[ Someone, by contrast, is handling this morning far worse.

The first thing Valmont notices is that it doesn't smell like fish. The second thing is that it's cold - colder than he remembers ever being in his life, and yes, that's including that wild goose chase in the Arctic. The wind is cutting straight through him and he reaches to pull the blankets over himself, but there aren't any blankets, there's just snow and ice and - why are his hands green?

He scrambles to stand up, but his body's shaped all wrong and he wobbles precariously on too-small feet before his tail balances him out. Then he realizes he has a tail and sits down hard again in the snow. He's supposed to be done with all this - Shendu's finally gone, his days of winding up entangled in weird supernatural bollocks are supposed to be over, damn it! But here he is, freezing to death in the middle of nowhere he's ever seen before, in a body that belongs to a species he doesn't even recognize, and he's got absolutely no idea what to do.

All of which is why, if someone or several someones were to be coming this way, they might stumble upon a Snivy in the process of having a nervous breakdown. Please help this poor weird snake. He really needs it. ]