An endless expanse of blue sky glowed over the coastal scenery of Costa Nova, the small set of islands surrounded on all sides by deep blue Kalos sea. The dark outline of the Kalos stood on the horizon, far away and masked by the blue haze of sky. Fletchling fluttered by, chirping their morning song as the white disc of the sun reached the center of the heavens.

On the raised plateau of the main island mass, an elegant hotel stood, just above the pure white beaches that lined the outside of the island. The warm, sleepy city of the mainland stood nearby, close to the hotel.

Having spent a length of time traveling through the Kalos region, our heroes have decided to take a break in the tropical refuge of Costa Nova, an island hub just south of the Kalos region, hoping to find some rest and relaxation.

Bonnie and Serena, having spent the night in a resort on Costa Nova, have taken it upon themselves to get some extra rest and relaxation before their day begins. A treasure trove of mystery and adventure awaits them just outside their room!

In the window of one of the hotel rooms, Dedenne pressed his fat face to the window, his tiny eyes shimmering at the sight of the many people and Pokemon on the beach several stories below. Turning his head beside him, peeking his head out of the curtain, he chirped something muffled by the window, calling to someone.

Beside him, the pale, sunlit curtains shuffled and fluttered lightly as another figure appeared. Bonnie popped her head up beneath the curtains, her tiny hands finding the ledge of the window and hoisting body up just enough for her head to peek over. Her eyes widened, a quiet gasp leaving her as she gazed down at the beachgoers, seeing all the fun things they were doing at the beach.

In the hotel room, Bonnie snuck her head back under the curtain, looking through the dim light of the hotel. She hopped up and grabbed the edge of the curtain, tugging it to the side and opening the curtains wide, sunlight pouring through and into the hotel.

"Agh!"

Bonnie's head whipped around, looking surprised. In the bright, sunlit hotel room, she saw the two beds: one with the blankets tossed about and Bonnie-sized clothes covering it, and another with an extra layer of blankets, a figure buried deep in the blankets, turned away from the window with a pillow covering her head.

It was Serena.

Ignoring Serena, giving a tiny scowl, Bonnie headed over to the desk in the hotel, grabbing the chair by the head and tugging as hard as she could to pull it out. The wooden legs dragged over the carpet flooring softly, Bonnie's groans and grunts far louder than the shuffling chair. Dedenne promptly dropped down from the ledge, coming to Bonnie's side to help her move the chair from out of the slot in the desk.

"Bonnie... Are you moving furniture...?" Serena groaned, her voice muffled by the pillow and her own exhaustion.

Once Bonnie had propped the chair's back against the back wall and the hotel room's AC unit, she hopped onto the cushion, half squatting as she used a chair arm to prop herself up, looking over to Serena. Dedenne scrampered across the floor, hopping onto the bed and then hopping onto the chair's arm, climbing onto the chair's backrest and sitting himself beside Bonnie's head.

"I want to see the beach," said Bonnie. "Kinda hard to do that when we're stuck in this hotel," she said, rolling her eyes.

Serena rolled over in bed, her arm flopping across the queen-sized length of her bed. She squinted beneath a layer of matted blonde hair, her head half-exposed from beneath a pillow. Seeing Bonnie and Dedenne's silhouette matted against the glowing portal of the window, she forced her eyes shut from the blinding lights, knocking the pillow on her head away.

"Are you going to sleep all day?" Bonnie whined, slouching against the back of the chair, her arms folded and resting on the top of the chair's back as she gazed longingly out the window.

"Of course not, there's lot to do," said Serena. She sat herself upright stretching her arms wide and letting out a quiet yawn, covering her mouth for just a moment. When she opened her eyes, she oriented herself to her surroundings, staring tiredly out at all the different amenities of their hotel room.

"Well, you can cross off the morning then, sleepyhead," said Bonnie.

Giving Bonnie a frown, Serena turned her head, looking over at the alarm clock on the nightstand between hers and Bonnie's bed. The clock read '11:02 AM'.

Serena's eyes widened.

Just then, a knock came from the door to the hotel. Serena, Bonnie and Dedenne turned their heads, staring at hotel door at the far end of the room.

Reaching for the corner of her bedsheets, Serena pulled them away. Her back rose from the bed easily, her movements surprisingly refreshed from a night of sleep that hadn't been on the ground. As she took a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed and yawning softly, her eyes blinking away sleep, the jarring, sudden thump from the other side of the room snapped her attention away from the corners of the hotel ceiling. She watched Bonnie land from the chair, Dedenne racing after her as she quickly crossed the hotel room and headed for the door.

"I got it!" Bonnie called, running towards the door.

"No, Bonnie, wait!" Serena called. Her bare feet touched down on the carpet. She straightened the tanktop she wore, pulling it closer to her waist. As she walked quickly, rounding the bed, she smoothed her hair behind her, brushing the loose hair from out of her eyes and crossing along the large, dresser and TV stand at the front of the room.

Bonnie stopped just short of the bathroom door, turning and looking back at Serena. She looked slightly worried and confused, looking down at Dedenne as he met her with the same look of confusion.

"Serena, don't you think it's probably Ash or Clemont or something?" asked Bonnie.

On the counter, beside the TV and the personal coffee maker, Serena had set her traveling bag the night before. A few of her Pokeballs rested in front, sitting sideways and lingering. Reaching up, Serena picked out a Pokeball. She clicked the release on the Pokeball, firing the thin red capture beam onto the carpet, where moments later Pancham materialized. Paying little attention to Pancham's confused calls as hefor a Pokemon to battle and getting acclimated to the indoor space, Serena held the Pokeball at her side as she walked, heading towards the front door.

"Hotels are different than tents, Bonnie," Serena chided. Behind her, she beckoned Pancham a little closer, getting him to follow as she approached the door. Getting up on the tips of her toes, she shut an eye and forced the open one up close to the thin brass-rimmed aperture of the door, looking through the small hole. No one was on the other side.

Down by Serena, Bonnie sat herself down on the floor, leaning against the closet door, watching curiously as Serena leaned herself against the door and opened it slowly. Her expression slowly turned to worry, then surprise as Dedenne hopped into her lap. She wrapped her arms around his tiny body, feeling him quietly chitter.

The hotel room door swung open gently. Serena's head poked through, her fingers curling on the edge of the door. Her curious eyes wandered the corridor, her head leaning far enough out to see the rest of the hall, seeing that no one was in any part of the hotel.

Between Serena's naked ankles, Pancham popped out, launching himself onto the floor of the corridor. His fiery eyes darted each which way, his paws curled into fists by his side, his arms hoisted up and ready to pummel the first Pokemon he saw. As he quickly turned from side to side, looking down either side of the hall, he realized he was alone. He stopped in his tracks, frozen in mild embarrassment, realizing there was nothing. As he searched the floor, he realized he was standing beside something unusual. He gasped, making an unusual, loud sound of surprise.

Serena looked down too. She gasped.

A package had been set on the floor. It was fairly large, wide and short. A white sticker had been affixed to the package, Serena's name and the address of the resort written on it.

A/N: Hey everybody, it's your boy Yugoslavia.

I know that 'Ask' stories are banned from this website, and I want to just make sure it's completely understood that this is not one of those. A key part of this story is Serena operating a blog, but the questions she receives come from characters and situations invented by me. The questions that characters ask have no bearing on the plot and act more as a subplot to the main story. If anything, this story is more a response and parody to the existence of those kinds of stories, and is intended to be an artistic exploration of those key facets.

If you have any questions/comments/concerns, please PM me.