It was quiet in the PC as the holographic sun began to rise on the artificial horizon, and a beam of light stretched across the boxes. As the light made it's way to the tree house marking the center of the PC, a small bird pokemon, resting on a branch flooded by sunshine, stretched his wings, waking from his deep slumber. Oratio leaped from his perch, effortlessly gliding into the air. As he observed the boxes from above, he watched the pokemon of the PC start their daily routine. Oratio always loved the view from above. It let him know that everything was as it should be. Dipping down, he swooped toward the Meadow Box to check on the young pokemon residing their.
Meanwhile, in the Granite Box, Dolus had already started patrolling the area, not exactly cherishing the thought that trouble was being caused in the box he was instructed to maintain. It was a relatively average day, with nothing particularly exiting occurring. As Dolus, crossed a rope bridge connecting the entrance to the Flower Box with the rest of the ruin, he thought of how Primula would go to him and try to make him smile, as she always did. Dolus was tempted to just turn back, but he needed to make sure everything was in order. As he reached the end of the bridge, he inspected the area. It wasn't the residents he was worried did something, but Primula herself. Not long before, she tried to plant flower's near the entrance, and, of course, Dolus assumed she was attempting to expand her territory. He monitored the entrance every day since then, to make sure everything was as it should be.
Not at all far away, in the Flower Box, Primula woke up from the bed of flowers she used as it's name intended. Without skipping a beat, she fluttered as high as her wings could take her, admiring the view of the sun on the horizon. There wasn't anything special about that day, but to Primula, every day was a gift, and should be treated as such. Satisfied with her daily sunrise, she descended gracefully to the ground, and began plucking up a few flowers she though appeared particularly pleasant. Once she had about a dozen, she made the way to the staircase connecting the Flower Box to the infinitely gloomier Granite Box, and saw that Dolus, the one her bouquet was intended for, was already there.
In the heat of the Magma Box, Riley was making her way through a stack of lumber given to her by a friendly bibarel in the Meadow Box the day before, obliterating each plank with a single punch.
Every week Riley obtained a stack of lumber. Every week Riley promised herself she would make the lumber last. And every week, Riley destroyed it all the net morning. Now finished with the warm up preparing her for her warm up, Riley began the warm up that would prepare her for her actual training. Seeing as she was out of wood, she decided to instead run until her legs either felt like they were on fire, or really were on fire, which, considering the box she lived in, was entirely possible. Unfortunate, halfway through her first lap, a rock decided it hated her, or in normal terms, she tripped, landing face first on the hard, stone floor.