Post-October Event Log

[nyom]

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.

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[infiltrationtools]

I. Pokémon Center

[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

[299z]

[That Pokemon looks like she can use more berries; down to the last few. Yoichi has been distributing containers of them, freshly picked from the edge of the forest. He could probably be mistaken for a normal Mango City citizen, having not encountered any other world displaced people before the night of the rampage; an unfamiliar face, though he arrived days earlier in the middle of the ocean. He pulls a wheeled cooler up to where Akira and his Morpeko are having their meal.]

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.]

[infiltrationtools]

Thank you, but you should probably make sure the oth—

[Akira tries really hard. He tries. But then Morpeko cuts him off by trilling as loudly as she possibly can and scampering up to Yoichi, looking at him like he's an angel come down from Heaven. For the explicit purpose of giving her food.]

...Morpeko eats a lot.

[Akira can relate, but he has the decency to not do it in the middle of a disaster relief situation.]

But if you think you can spare a few, she'd probably appreciate it.

[299z]

[Morpeko! Azurill is the blue mouse, that's right. Yoichi smiles at the excited Pokemon.]

It's okay. I can always go back and get more.

[He's taken quite a few trips back and forth already, but he's better at this sort of gopher thing as opposed to helping fix the buildings or taking care of the debris. He's proved to be mediocre at that in the boba shop, and he doesn't like that feeling.]

Do you want a drink? I've got those too.

[He opens the cooler, and inside is a Corphish helpfully holding out a plastic bottle of something orange that hasn't been shaken up enough; the powder swirling around and cloudy in some spots. Yoichi takes out two plastic containers of assorted berries and opens them to set in front of Morpeko.]

[infiltrationtools]

[It's decided, this is Morpko's new favourite person, at least until someone else shows up and fills her stomach. She immediately hunches over the berry packs, shoving them greedily (but happily!) into her maw.]

Sure, thank you.

[That's addressed as much to Corphish as it is to the human, though Akira doesn't know what a Corphish is called. He takes the bottle and gives it a few shskes; must be some of that powdered juice stuff.]

Might be too far, but if you go over to the part of the woods where it meets that jagged rock formation in the sea, there's a lot of Berries out there. If you need to restock.

[299z]

[The Corphish waves his claw in thanks. He worked hard on those drinks. Akira will find it takes a little salty, despite being an also sugary orange flavour. The water came from inside the Corphish; wherever the Water Gun's ammunition is stored. He's spit into a lot of empty bottles lately.]

Oh, I saw that when I got here.

[But... yeah, it's a very long way. It took Yoichi five days to get from the ocean to the city.]

But... is there a shortcut in the woods somewhere?

[infiltrationtools]

No, no, not from that direction – there's one over to the east. It's maybe like six hours from here.

[He's assuming that Yoichi arrived from the south like everyone did at the behinning of the month. Akira takes a sip, altogether unaware that he's consuming Corphish spit.]

But if you wanted to go back to the southern one, you could probably ride a Pokémon...

[299z]

[Yoichi considers the twelve hour commute to get more berries from the eastern shore. The cooler isn't that large, and it's certainly not worth the trip for one cooler full of berries. He can't buy a bigger one because he's already spent all the money he got from helping with some of the boba shop clean up. He may be able to return it if it doesn't smell too much like Corphish... Only, maybe he doesn't need to.]

Ride one like the deer or the unicorns? There are Pokemon that freeze things, right? The eastern spot might be workable. I have an idea. Want to help?

[It will be harder to organize everything himself, and Akira might know more about Pokemon or where to find things in the city.]

[infiltrationtools]

...Well, what's your idea?

[Akira is always down for something adventurous, and also potentially something that will help him more easily secure food for Morpeko.]

I, during the event

[weenwoon]

[Hythlo is still feeling... numb is the word, perhaps. There has been too much happening today already, and he's not certain at all what was worse - the vision of Hades's lifeless body in his arms, torn open, or the moment when the illusion cleared, leaving him holding the corpse of a young woman. Just... someone who used to be a regular person of this world. Someone he must have passed in the street once. Someone who went to the cafe he did window cleaning for.

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.]

[infiltrationtools]

[It seems like Akira is muttering to himself, but -- as Hythlodaeus likely already knows -- he's not the only one in his head. Most of the time he's able to keep it to mental dialogue, but sometimes it does just feel nice to talk and have someone safe respond. The unfortunate downside of this is that other people can hear you talk, too.]

[Akira jumps when the chair moves, apparently unaware until this moment that someone was approaching him. He finds himself pressing closer into the crevice, away from Hythlo -- and even after he recognizes who this very large person is, he's still looking at him like a deer in headlights.]

[It's all well and good that Hythlo sits down, because Akira doesn't respond. Instead, he reaches up and starts winding his fingers around locks of his hair.]

two cryptids sitting in a corner 5 inches apart cause they having ptsd

[weenwoon]

[Hythlo feels guilty at scaring Akira, but he's so emotionally exhausted right now he doesn't... know how he's supposed to react. He tries not to stare, at least, instead directing his gaze to the floor next to them, dully noting the patterns of the flooring.

A word slowly floats up through his muddled mind.]

Mood.

[infiltrationtools]

[Akira's not looking over at Hythlo much either. Maybe he thinks that by keeping his gaze away for long enough, Hythlo will simply not see him. The man didn't ever come off as judgmental or dangerous in their previous interactions, but having someone see him right now is.]

[Well, it's a lot.]

...Hi.

[Akira needs to force himself to get the word out. He'd love to just dig deeper, hide further back, because clearly this place is not secure enough. But he can't do that, Hythlo is right there and it would be rude to just up and leave, right?]

[weenwoon]

[The awkward atmosphere doesn't escape Hythlo. He wishes he could, somehow, say or do something to reassure Akira, but... he's just drawing a blank.]

Hallo.

[He pulls his knees up to his chest, hunching over, still staring at the floor.]

Lots of dead people today.

[This is a good and healthy conversation.]

[infiltrationtools]

...Yeah.

[Akira's voice is uncharacteristically small. He sounds like he's doing his best to keep it level, with the conviction one might come to expect out of him, but it's no entirely... working that way.]

You're okay, though.

[He's... okay, too, even though it doesn't feel that way. Akira quickly looks off in Hythlo's direction, but he's looking past him, just to make sure no one else is coming their way.]

[No one.]

[He reaches out and pulls the chair back to its normal catty-cornered position, so both of them are sitting with their backs to the wall.]

It's okay.

[weenwoon]

[Hythlo nods. They're... okay. Well. They're existing. Maybe it's better than being dead? He slowly taps the floor with a finger.]

... It feels safer here, does it not.

[...]

I do not wish to go back out.

[infiltrationtools]

[They are definitely not dead.]

...Neither do I.

[Ordinarily this is where Raoul would be mocking him for taking a coward's way out. But the Persona is surprisingly abstinent, commenting only on the virtue of knowing when to stay undercover.]

I wish it was more secure. But it's good enough.

[No one can see them, no one can get to them. Hythlodaeus seems like he's more or less in the same boat, so at least he's not doing anything more threatening than simply existing in Akira's dark void.]

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[parhellia]

[ Ala only arrived at the very tail end of the event, but it's impossibly not to deduce that something terrible happened in this place, so much so that she has to keep ducking her head to hide the smile that creeps back on her face each time she spots of a new monster she has never seen before. Not the time or place! But she can't help it, gravitating towards the Pokemon Center where people are hustling and bustling about and largely ignoring her as she slips inside and tries to keep track of which she's already seen and which she hasn't.

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?

[infiltrationtools]

Ah—

[The sudden shift in weight distribution threw Akira off for a second. He didn't expect anyone else to come to his aid. But once he registers what's going on, he adjusts accordingly and gives the girl helping him a nod.]

Thanks. Other side of the room, you see the green door where that Chansey is? Through there.

[parhellia]

[ Ala has to lean around Akira's side to see past him, sack shifting unhelpfully before she straightens up again, spotting the green door before she does the Pokemon next to it and deducing that must be a Chansey. ]

All the way through there... Okay! But a cart would make this so much easier, too...

[ This place feels like a hospital to her, so there are probably carts around, she thinks. Just. Carts serving more important purposes than moving food back and forth, probably. ]

[infiltrationtools]

Ran out of carts.

[He grunts out the words, taking more again to accommodate for her checking. Yeah sorry Ala, you're stuck in this for the long haul now. But after she's gotten a look, it's off they go again!]

Moving.

[parhellia]

Mm, okay!

[ Less chatting/trying to search for a way out of having to do work, and more having to do work, boo. But she carries her end of the load as best she can, aware that Akira's got the heavier side of the deal due to being taller, and does her best to keep up so that the travel is as smooth as possible. ]

Chansey? Hello? Can you get the door?

[ Chansey is... no longer around, having run off to heal another Pokemon, but Ala can't see anything past Akira's shoulders. ]

[infiltrationtools]

It's gone. Damn.

[The chatting will come after they're not lugging around this stupid bag of food. Fortunately one of the other human workers notices what they're trying to do, and gets it for them. Yes!]

[Now Ala gets to see the exciting backroom of the Pokémon Center, which looks exactly like the backroom of anything else. Plain walls shittily painted white, supplies everywhere, fluorescent lights.]

Okay, first door on the left and we can put it down.

[parhellia]

[ Are they... putting the food away... This feels like a negative use of her efforts, but Ala helps carry the bag over to the door just the same. It's another closed door and there's nobody around to help...

The best Ala can do is try and wiggle and bounce her ultra ball out of her bag, with a couple muttered ] Sorry, let me just- almost got it- [ until it falls out onto the floor, fails to land on the button, and she has to reach her foot out and take several attempts to tap her foot on the button and release her Dratini so it can open the door for them with its tail.

What is setting the bag down so one of them can get the door? No. ]

Hehe~ Thanks, Colgate!

[infiltrationtools]

Thanks.

[As a matter of fact they are not putting the food away. On the other side of the door is a room split in two by a glass and concrete wall. The nearer half, the one they entered into, is full of more machines and medical supplies. On the other side, there are quite a few injured Pokémon, all patched up and recovering from some grievous injuries.]

[All of them are wild, so they can't simply be healed within a Pokéball, and are in such dire straits that they needed to be taken in. That's what this room of the Pokémon Center is for.]

Shelf right over there. Thank you.

[Hup! Akira barely even looks at them, of course, besides to ensure they are still here.]