+1 small, superpowered boy

[bilocate]

Today is a day Alex is especially glad he brought his pocket notebook with him, as it means he can take notes on the weird PSA. He doesn't seem scared, or even particularly surprised, as he jots down some quick things to remember to ask his dad about later - interdimensional stuff sounds like something out of his dad's sci-fi movie collection - and makes a note to himself to look for the door home after no more than an hour. That's probably enough time to look around around without also being so long his parents will notice and get worried.

Once he's got his notebook stashed away again, he starts off towards the direction he's fairly sure he came from, just to make sure the door is there. After a few moments, he winces and clutches his head. Apparently, headaches could travel across dimensions, too. Biting his lip, he carefully looks around, trying to gauge which adult looks the least likely to be annoyed by a kid. Eventually, when the headache throbs especially badly, he gives up that endeavor to approach the nearest person who doesn't look clueless and asks, as politely as he can manage, "Do you know where I can get some aspirin? My head is killing me and it's been long enough since I took some I can have some more. I think."

If time worked the same across dimensions it would have been easier to tell, but alas.

When you have a dream, pester everyone else to help you with it

[walking_on_fire]

There's a time and place when actions have to be taken. Some people merely let things go, but it's painfully obvious today that one woman wants her voice heard. Setting up a table smack dab in the middle of the Nexus is a woman in her mid-20's, dressed in a presentable skirt and sweater, organizing a stack of papers on the tabletop. Standing next to her makeshift booth is a large red cat who is only an inch or two taller than his trainer, paws crossed over his furry chest. After a book depicting pictures of cute Pokemon has been placed on the table, Natalie takes a clipboard into her hand and starts eyeing the nearly passerby.

She was told, in no kind words from her friend, that in order to open a business, she would need to drum up some sort of interest. Money doesn't grow on trees, after all, and her friend won't help fund the project until there's some proof that people want a Pokemon cafe. Alas, that means everyone in the Nexus is bound to be subjugated to Natalie approaching them, forcefully holding out the clipboard, while Incineroar watches patiently.

"Hey there! Just sign this form and you'll be helping to support my new Pokemon business! It's awesome and super cool."

Despite her cheerful and warm personality, the approach is too forceful and many people are simply walking by. Even after a few minutes, Incineroar starts posing and flexing his muscles, trying to get people to stop. See? He's a cute cat and you should all adore him...and maybe help his trainer out. As for Natalie, she's not giving up and will step in front of anyone who locks eyes with her.

"Hi! Can I count on your support and contributions towards a new and super awesome cafe? I'm also taking name suggestions."