Maggie
```☆ Taken by Cream and Orange Soda ☆```
Jennifer
Finally, a place worth his time, that studio was the perfect area to express his creativity. He knew he was supposed to '*Relax*', but when your whole life revolved around work or art, you never truly had the time to take a full break, he had to keep his skills up to date. The orange haired artist was currently seated in front of his white canvas, his gaze empty and a pencil in hand. '*Damn art block!*' he thought to himself, joining the pencil to his chin and grumbling in frustration. 

His dear little Slurpuff was out and about, running happily in circles in the middle of the studio, her little tongue sticking out. Adam eventually looked over the little one, and sighed heavily. At this point he had nothing to do than observe his surroundings, something inside him was hoping that something, ANYTHING, could happen as of right now. "I wish I was as enthusiastic as you are." He told her, chuckling at his own little comment, which Slurpuff replied by looking up at her trainer with curious and innocent eyes, she wasn't quite sure she understood what he meant by that but she ended up hoping right on his laps nonetheless. "Trying to cheer me up?" The trainer sighed and softly held the Pokémon, petting her head softly. "You are too nice for a grumpy man like me, you know that?" The Pokémon cried in disapproval, seemingly pouting. "Fine, fine! Calm down, geez!" He told her.

 It seemed like today was about to be a very boring, slow day.
Daniel
Guess there were days where the spark of a writer was running low and it wasn't like he was any kind of writer. That spark came from interesting people with interesting stories to share. So far the most of them kept their mouths shut, not wanting to disclose anything personal. It was boring to say at the least and so much of that stuff was surface level. It was his job as a journalist and so far the information he's attempted to gather from guests of Sigford Island was... Not the best. Bambi, his Buneary took the lead, wandering about the corridors in the mansion. "Buu buu!" The dark brown spotted bunny peaked it's head into the studio. Everything seemed fairly new, and it was different from usual art studios that would be scattered with supplies and work in progresses all over the place. At this point Marcel was following Bambi, hoping the bunny can lead him somewhere. 

The blonde male secrectly took his camera and took a shot of the studio, specifically the person in the studio. "Afternoon sir," Marcel grinned leaning his elbow at the frame of the door. He put his camera away before he could question and approached the ginger who seemed busy with their Slurpuff. "Apologies if I'm interrupting anything but what are you drawing?" He laughed when he saw the blank canvas from him. "Is this a new form of modern art or is this just another blanket canvas?"
Jennifer
His mind was trying to think of something, something interesting.. Something that would catch people's eyes... Something... That would catch people's eyes...? Adam popped out of his thought process once he heard the voice of an unknown male, his eyes first landed on the darker, spotted Buneary. "Hel—" And as he was about to speak, his attention went to the person that appeared right in front of him. "You..." He spoke softly, the Slurpuff exactly knew what was about to happen, so she jumped off of his laps. "YOU!" He eventually exclaimed, not paying much attention to the little comment he made about the blank canvas.

The orange haired male pointed his pencil over Marcel as if he was analyzing him. If that guy caught his attention then he was worth being painted! Furious scribbles could be heard on the rough, white canvas some seconds after he called out. Executing large movements across it, he was already working on the structure of the painting. "These blonde hair, chocolate-colored skin... And that uncommon Buneary, yes, THAT'S ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!" He commented to himself, it seemed like the art Gods heard his prayers. But then he stopped his scribbling and looked back at Marcel. This time he squinted, glaring at him for a bit before he cleared his throat. The Slurpuff, was already trying to communicate with the Buneary, tilting her head to the side. "Puuufff...?" 

"You're not interrupting anything, in fact I immensely thank you for making your appearance." He grinned, almost smirking at the other man. "That Buneary of yours is quite amazingly uncommon. That fuelled my creativity." He then looked back at the canvas, then back at Marcel, then back again to his canvas and back to Marcel. "May I know who you might be?"
Daniel
Marcel flinched a bit, when the ginger boy exclaimed loudly. It seems as if Adam was having some sort of revelation! Almost as if be saw some kind of God before his eyes. He genuinely didn't expect such a reaction from him or in this case he's might have just been used to having stale or hostile reactions. This was unexpected maybe even eccentric but to him it was refreshing

 The journalist curiously peered over seeing the strokes of his pencil being frenzied but passionate. His interest from art came from a different field, but this process was interesting as he heard him comment to himself Marcel nodded, he was flattered he was interested in both him and his buneary. On second thought, this guy seems exactly like the guy he'd write about! Art may not be an immediate read for most people, but there was something unique. He definetly had a feeling!

 He contemplated to himself as Adam was focused and set on this artistic idea. It wasn't until he finally shifted his attention to him and his Buneary. "Marcel B. Mais, I work at Marima Sun a pretty prominent media company down at my region," He took his hand out for a shake, making sure it was firm and professional as he always was in first meetings. "This little guy over here is my partner Bambi!" He leaned back to his chair, and motioned the bunny onto his lap. "How about you, sir?"