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Entry tags:
- a3!: itaru chigasaki,
- amatsuki: tokidoki rikugou,
- baten kaitos: sagi,
- blue lock: yoichi isagi,
- final fantasy: hythlodaeus,
- final fantasy: joscelaint grimpevers,
- lieat: efina,
- omniscient reader: dokja kim,
- omniscient reader: joonghyuk yoo,
- omniscient reader: sooyoung han,
- original: chloe,
- original: hien callias,
- persona: akira kurusu,
- tsubasa reservoir chronicle: fai d. flou
Post-October Event Log
Who: Everyone
Where: Throughout Mango City
When: October 29 to November 2
What: Use this time to check on your CR, help people out, or do whatever. Everyone can make their own top-levels and you don't have to use the provided prompts. Wildcard it if you want. Have fun!
The nightmare is finally over and the aftermath sinks in. Wherever you are, news will eventually spread that the pokemon stopped their rampaging status, looking confused and some horrified by what had happened around them. Mari's Steelixes are finally off their guard duty, people are crying out of various emotions and people who are physically well enough flood out of the shelters in an attempt to search for their loved ones out there, whether they be people or pokemon. Some are reunited, some are not. Either way, people are in this together, comforting others over their losses and rebuilding the city. There's been quite a lot of destruction apart from the Pokemon Center and the hospital, after all. Some buildings are missing a roof, holes on the side wall, doors knocked down... some are unfortunate to have been entirely blasted away by an extremely strong rampaging pokemon's hyper beam (thanks, random Hydreigon).
After most people calm from their initial high emotions, the reconstruction starts. Of course, they also contact the people from Toran who helped with reconstruction efforts. Looks like the handymen will never rest...
The Pokemon Center is looking for additional manpower, getting pokeballs here to there, labeling whose pokemon are whose in things looking like incubators for those in queue of getting healed, and managing supplies. They are extremely short-staffed right now, so they will be looking for any help possible. Though, if you cause too much trouble than helping, you may be politely asked to leave or to help somewhere else. They don't have time for this. During the nights, the Pokemon Center may be crowded. After all, many people just lost their homes. They got nowhere to go.
The hospital is similar, in which they are also short-staffed. They're looking for disaster volunteers, and especially pokemon with healing capabilities to lessen the load on doctors and nurses who need to care for the more gravely wounded. With more help, the hospital will no longer seem as chaotic as before, but more along the lines of an orderly busy time. It helps that the people are no longer stuck inside due to the ongoings of the events outside, so the hospital is emptier than before, compared to when it was jam packed. The mental health department is also using Drowzees and Munnas to give people good dreams and eating nightmares without repercussions so that they can have a good night's rest. Not all wounds are physical, after all.
With the local Mart's help and other establishments, some people band together to supply people with food and drinks in a very open area in the park. Take a breather and eat something. If you look like you're running yourself ragged, one of the townspeople will drag you to eat and drink a proper meal. They don't need another patient in the hospital right now.
Remember that boba shop? Or those restaurants that you had the delicious meat from? Their damages vary from a broken window to being absolutely trashed. Pokemon and people alike are helping with moving the debris and cleaning up the mess. Someone piped up about recycling broken glass to make brand new windows with fire pokemon and proper glass making methods, so please don't throw them away!
The Radio Tower and the cemetery tower? They're both closed off to the public right now with yellow police caution tapes all around them. Your friendly policemen who all look the same advise nearby people to stay away from the two buildings at the moment. Please don't cause trouble or ask them questions... they're tired as it is like everyone else and they're not allowed to say anything for now, if ever. Your energy is better used elsewhere.
Where: Throughout Mango City
When: October 29 to November 2
What: Use this time to check on your CR, help people out, or do whatever. Everyone can make their own top-levels and you don't have to use the provided prompts. Wildcard it if you want. Have fun!
The nightmare is finally over and the aftermath sinks in. Wherever you are, news will eventually spread that the pokemon stopped their rampaging status, looking confused and some horrified by what had happened around them. Mari's Steelixes are finally off their guard duty, people are crying out of various emotions and people who are physically well enough flood out of the shelters in an attempt to search for their loved ones out there, whether they be people or pokemon. Some are reunited, some are not. Either way, people are in this together, comforting others over their losses and rebuilding the city. There's been quite a lot of destruction apart from the Pokemon Center and the hospital, after all. Some buildings are missing a roof, holes on the side wall, doors knocked down... some are unfortunate to have been entirely blasted away by an extremely strong rampaging pokemon's hyper beam (thanks, random Hydreigon).
After most people calm from their initial high emotions, the reconstruction starts. Of course, they also contact the people from Toran who helped with reconstruction efforts. Looks like the handymen will never rest...
The Pokemon Center is looking for additional manpower, getting pokeballs here to there, labeling whose pokemon are whose in things looking like incubators for those in queue of getting healed, and managing supplies. They are extremely short-staffed right now, so they will be looking for any help possible. Though, if you cause too much trouble than helping, you may be politely asked to leave or to help somewhere else. They don't have time for this. During the nights, the Pokemon Center may be crowded. After all, many people just lost their homes. They got nowhere to go.
The hospital is similar, in which they are also short-staffed. They're looking for disaster volunteers, and especially pokemon with healing capabilities to lessen the load on doctors and nurses who need to care for the more gravely wounded. With more help, the hospital will no longer seem as chaotic as before, but more along the lines of an orderly busy time. It helps that the people are no longer stuck inside due to the ongoings of the events outside, so the hospital is emptier than before, compared to when it was jam packed. The mental health department is also using Drowzees and Munnas to give people good dreams and eating nightmares without repercussions so that they can have a good night's rest. Not all wounds are physical, after all.
With the local Mart's help and other establishments, some people band together to supply people with food and drinks in a very open area in the park. Take a breather and eat something. If you look like you're running yourself ragged, one of the townspeople will drag you to eat and drink a proper meal. They don't need another patient in the hospital right now.
Remember that boba shop? Or those restaurants that you had the delicious meat from? Their damages vary from a broken window to being absolutely trashed. Pokemon and people alike are helping with moving the debris and cleaning up the mess. Someone piped up about recycling broken glass to make brand new windows with fire pokemon and proper glass making methods, so please don't throw them away!
The Radio Tower and the cemetery tower? They're both closed off to the public right now with yellow police caution tapes all around them. Your friendly policemen who all look the same advise nearby people to stay away from the two buildings at the moment. Please don't cause trouble or ask them questions... they're tired as it is like everyone else and they're not allowed to say anything for now, if ever. Your energy is better used elsewhere.
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[After a certain encounter on the first night, Akira spent the remainder of the evening holed up in a dark corner of the Pokémon Center, talking to Raoul. The second day, he went back out to do what he could, and ended up hurting rampaging Pokémon — but not just any Pokémon, no, ones belonging to his friend. It was worth saving a life, he thinks, but it weighed on him all the same. That night, he crawled back to his dark corner in the Pokémon Center again.]
[On October 29, he went out just long enough to secure Morpeko, Drifloon, Slowpoke, and Sandile. Then he went back to the Pokémon Center.]
[Instead of hiding this time though, he's helping out. A tall young man with a Morpeko on his shoulder might be the one getting your Pokémon in queue to heal, or attempting to carry a heavy bag of Pokéchow across the crowded Center floor, or fussing with the many incubators. If he sees someone he recognizes, he'll stop what he's doing for long enough to say hello and check on them. And if you saw this same young man sitting alone in a closet or behind a corner armchair muttering to himself the past few days, uh, don't worry about it!]
II. Wild Card
[If you want to find Akira in a non-work context, here he is! It's usually easy enough to find him and Morpeko taking their meals at the park, Morpeko tearing into a pile of Berries because she's not allowed to eat all the strictly rationed food. Or you can just make some shit up, hit me bro.]
II
Does your...
[Which one is this? One of the hamsters...]
Azurill want more berries? I have a bunch of them.
[He jerks his thumb at the cooler. It rattles.]
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He does not know what to do, or what to think, or where to go. In such moments the mind wants to cling to the familiar... and he spots Akira's hunched figure, which is familiar. What is not familiar is the fact that he seems to be cowering behind an armchair, but... Hythlo is feeling much the same way himself. Right now, a small isolated space sounds really good.
He makes his way over and moves the armchair forward a little so he can squeeze in next to Akira.]
May I?
[He sits down without giving Akira time to answer - well, slides down the wall, mostly, like a puppet with its strings cut.]
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two cryptids sitting in a corner 5 inches apart cause they having ptsd
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Morpeko? Morpeko's new, and a cute one at that, so Ala hops up to the little Pokemon and her trainer and helps lift the sagging bottom of that Pokechow bag to alleviate some of the weight. ]
Here we go...! Where are we taking this?
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[ If for some reason, you're all the way out here, you'll find a very small fluffy black dog that's curled up on a possibly very familiar tattered cloak. It seems to find the shade of the tree comfortable, though if you reach out to pet it, it growls lowly no matter who you are. It looks like it can just sense someone's there while barely sleeping, but not entirely sure who. Careful, you get the feeling this dog bites.
Sometimes your other self is a dog in some other universe and you have to accept that. ]
II - October 30 ~ November 2
[ Sometimes Hien will appear to be an assistant nurse with orange hair faded into brown and black, instructing his Hatenna to heal people and induce Aromatherapy to calm people's nerves. He seems like a normal guy in his early twenties, who's just trying his best, and he's actually expressive here--smiling at the patients, playing with the children... Gosh, you'd think he's someone else. (He kinda is. Sorta.)
When he sees you, he goes up to you with a smile, assuming you're just another visitor without really checking who you are. ]
Hello, are you the new volunteer?
[ If you're actually one of the patients in the hospital, he'll come in to check on you instead. ]
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[ Hien is here for post-event things, ranging from angsty to fluff to ridiculous. I'm here for anything. ]
hien in puppy form, what crimes will he commit. wildcard
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What's the most unusual thing to find? A regular animal. Which is what stops him, his Eevee curiously staring from beside him with a tilt of his head. Eventually, he crouches in front of the small dog but makes no other approach otherwise. ]
..Is this like Fai's predicament? I take you're someone that's been changed into a dog. [ hewwo puppy wake up ]
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closed to fai and hythlo. idk when.
How loud... Hien started toddling off somewhere else until he finds Fai and Hythlo. Two tall people. He starts scampering away instead of greeting them. Can't catch me, beanpoles! ]
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[ Ala wasn't, but. She is now, she supposes, deciding she can always ditch if the work is too hard or too boring, or if it is otherwise better left to somebody more capable of actual nursing.
She puts on her brightest smile. ]
Yep! I'm not really sure where to be, so please guide me~
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This is how a Houndour comes to be out here, padding along the trail out of town with an air of supreme smugness. This is also how he picked up the shiny, gaudy locket newly slung around his little doggy neck, now his main distinguishing feature from just any roaming wild Houndour. It was a struggle to put it on without hands, but it's a perfect fit!
But he's not done looting yet, oh no. He needs to perfect his look if he's to compensate for his idiot trainer's lack of style, and that cloak seems like a great complement to the locket - never mind that it's way too large for a Houndour to actually wear. So, ignoring the growls of the weird dark-furred animal sitting on top, he trots over to the cloak, intent on tugging it aside.]
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[After escaping the hospital
somehow, Toki once again has a 'lack of clothing' dilemma. With so many extra hands at the hospital, the staff 'misplaced' his clothes and shoes, though Toki suspects they were discarded on purpose. They never intended for him to leave; all the more reason his escape was justified. Hana-chan's overalls were still in the storage closet where she left them after stealing a nurse's outfit, so she's decked out as usual, riding on Toki's shoulders as he wanders down the street in a hospital gown that he's worn for days in a row. He takes more careful steps, barefoot and avoiding things still strewn about the streets. No one seems to want to bother them. Perhaps they're put off by Toki's appearance; greasy hair, very pale, bruises on his wrist and ankles, and the cast on his hand is covered in scribbles. Hana-chan tried to write her name on it, but she couldn't keep the marker steady, nor did she know how to spell it. Toki tried to help her fix it, but he's right-handed and it was just a mess all around. If not Toki, Mango City dwellers might be avoiding Hana-chan's vicious expression, on the look out for Chanseys and anyone who comes too close and hasn't been identified as a friendly entity.She yanks on Toki's hair when she sees Hythlodaeus, and he turns in the right direction.]
Hilbro!
[Toki waves and Hana-chan holds tightly to his hair until he puts his hand back on her leg to keep her up on his shoulders. It's dangerous up here.]
II. Post Fashion Crimes Wildcard
[Later, Toki has obtained a few new outfits
somehow, and is currently wearing some very sparkly silver sequined pants, red flipflops, and a baggy neon pink mesh hoodie with a drawstring at the bottom. The hem doesn't quite reach the top of his pants, and every time he raises his arm, he's showing his stomach. So stylish, and Hana-chan approved.They don't help at all with the rebuilding or clean-up, Toki can't do much with one hand and no one wants to entrust a Spinda with anything precise. They hang out in the park, the bakery, the boba shop, and the bookstore; waiting until something happens to give them direction.]
III. Adrift // (cw: dissociation)
[At night, Toki and Hana-chan like to sit on the steps of closed shops and people watch. They all have lives, and dreams, and desires. They have connections and families and most importantly, Toki thinks, understanding of themselves. He holds Hana-chan's little paw gently as she leans against him. He's sad again, and he doesn't quite know why, he never really knows why. But there are things that he can't reach, or touch, or be part of. The world is wrong again. It will pass, but right now, he just wants to go home. He laughs to himself at that thought, because there's never been 'home'. Where is it? Where did he actually come from? Where does he belong?
His breath comes shallowly and halted, trying not to cry, but the tears are already there and he hadn't noticed them.]
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Toki on his own isn't quite so interesting that she would stop and watch him in return, but the tears? The hitched breath? The way he's sitting that makes him seem smaller than he really is?
Ala stops in front of him, and rests her hands on her knees. ]
Are you lost?
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Today was... another one of those almost normal days. She did... things, and helped out with restoration effort, and had some food. People things! It's all people things.
But it's not very people things to see a boy just sitting on the steps, seemingly... crying? She comes closer, worried--and then realizes he looks familiar.]
Rock boy!
[... She never did get his name.]
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It being daytime, when he sees a sparkle out of the corner of his eye, he turns his head to look. Glass is sharp, so he wouldn't want to have missed a spot. What he sees, instead, is pants. Unremarkable pants, honestly. The wearer of the pants presents more of a problem.]
Toki...
[Internal monologue is still hard. Well, the good news is that the hospital staff seem to have let Toki go, which to Sagi suggests that he's feeling better now. The bad news is that this is now awkward. Sagi can't leave until he's finished with the sweeping, which won't be for a while, and in any case he wouldn't back out of something he agreed to help with. Maybe he can just... look away and go back to what he was doing.]
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Wow, Mister! You really stand out!
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Cause, you know: ]
You didn't die.
[ He meant it as a "good for you" rather than anything too ominous. It still sounds ominous, though. ]
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[Yoichi needs to do something competitive or he's going to scream. Helping in the wake of disaster gave him a few moments of adrenaline, but nothing comes close to what he wants, what he has to experience again. He'll lose the first few times, he knows that. It's not him who has to be in peak condition and striving for perfection and more, no. It's the lobster. Pokemon land is insane, but this is how it is. He'll adapt, and he will prevail, and he will not lose again to an eleven year old and her balloon!
He clutches his pokeball tightly, practically stalking down the street to lock eyes with anyone who looks like a worthy opponent. That's the sign, this is how they do things. Make eye contact, and battle!]
You! I challenge you!
II. Stats
[There are no Pokedexes in the PokeMart. The clerk didn't seem to know what Yoichi was even talking about. Do they not exist here? He looks through the magazine rack for anything akin to a sports almanac for Pokemon. Trading cards. Anything with information. There's calendars of cute Pokemon in flower fields, a cooking magazine with '7 Ways to Saute Slowpoke' in bold print on the front- Yoichi turns that one around and looks away for a second. They eat them. He takes a deep breath and turns the magazine back to look at the cover again. They eat them. It's fine. It's like chickens, prized chickens you win blue ribbons for at rural country fairs, or big roosters for cock fighting. They are not cute fluffy kittens, they are food. Food and tools for for achieving the great position of Gym Leader. It's all a mindset.
After several minutes of flipping through breeding guides, contest hints, and the short biographies of 'The Very Best Trainers', Yoichi comes across something he cannot unsee.]
Holy shit.
[He can't put it down. He wants to, he really wants to, but his hands are moving of their own accord, turning the next page in a swimsuit issue of Mango Gym Magazine; but it's not the Leaders in bikinis or something normal, no... it's a ~rare~ female Snorlax lounging suggestively in a one-piece with frills, berries artfully positioned all over her bulging stomach, with an accompanying article about her favourite romantic restaurants and date spots. This is some sort of fetish thing and the clerk has seen him looking.]
III. Wildcard
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... These people are certainly quite imaginative, are they not.
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i feel like we will both be going to hell for this thread, unironically
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...Bruh.
[ holy shit why are they selling those in a Mart of all places ]
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When Yoichi challenges him, he figures this is a good occasion to put that knowledge to the test.]
Challenge accepted.
[He grabs Swablu's pokéball, but doesn't open it just yet.]
I only have one. Is that fine?
[Well... He has two, actually, but his other pokéball seems covered in sticky tape residue for some reason.]
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Yeah, alright! What do you wanna play? We could race, or- what about hide and go seek?
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A battle? Here?
[In the middle of what's effectively a disaster zone? The locals really take their Pokemon battles seriously.]
Sure. Just give me five minutes first.
[He's completely sincere.]
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Okay! Let's battle!
[ She looks way too excited for this. ]
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[ Fai is helping out with the other townspeople serving meals to everyone! After everything over the past couple of days, the way Fai decides to cope is to forget about himself and take care of other people. So, here he is.
He seems more subdued now than he was before, his smiles much smaller and not so exaggerated. One of his hands is also bandaged up.
If he sees your character, he waves them over. ]
Come have something to eat!
ii - cleanup;
[ Fai can also be found sweeping broken glass off the ground to go take it to be recycled or hammering away while he helps to repair roofs. When he thinks he's alone, the smile on his face slips and he looks exhausted and worried. The moment he sees someone else, though, the smile is back on. ]
Want to come help me out?
iii - wildcard;
[ Hit me up with whatever!! ]
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[ Then why is Sooyoung even here? It looks like she's looking for something, but she can afford to take a break. ]
If you're worried about your favorite boba shop, they're repairing that.
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wildcard because I want more threads i guess
more threads more threads
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[At some point in the middle of the day, Sagi can be found sitting on the grass a short ways away from the long line of people queuing for food. A sandwich of his own sits on his lap, half-eaten. He currently seems more interested in the small, battered-looking Oddish-print notepad in his hand. Judging from the hesitant way his pencil stub is moving, whatever he's writing or drawing isn't exactly going fast.
If he sees anyone friendly pass by, he'll smile and wave; step slightly closer, and he'll scoot over on the ground. It's not saying much, but he might be a little more actively inclined towards company than usual.]
[ii: forest]
[During a quieter time of day, a vaguely bird-like shape moves between the trees not too far off the beaten path. His pace is brisk, not stealthy. Occasionally the crunch of his footsteps through dry branches and dead leaves disturbs wild Pokemon, or even forces him to stop and fend them off.
When he reaches a clearing, he may stop and stand still for a while, apparently spacing out and ignoring his surroundings, maybe talking to himself at normal conversational volume. He never looks particularly happy with it before moving on.
At other times, you may notice him a bit higher off the ground, sitting on the branch of a tree that looks relatively climbable. He'll be more attentive if you happen to approach then.]
[wildcard]
[up for whatever, yell if you want a starter! Sagi is willing to volunteer for pretty much any non-specialist job or errand, wanders off to the forest sporadically, and is just generally around!]
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