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DECEMBER LOG PT2
DECEMBER LOG PT2
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→ DESPITE EVERYTHING, YOU'RE STILL ALIVE
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The earthquakes cease and the smog slowly begins to clear. It'll be hours before the sky breaks through and the moon could be seen once more, but the fires of the volcano finally calm down and the screams of terror cease, only to be replaced with concerned shouting. Is everyone all right? Where is so-and-so? Is there a doctor nearby? Both people and Pokemon run back and forth, attending to what and who they can.Although fatalities seem to be low, injuries are high. Some have fallen during their escape while others have been pelted by falling rocks, but nearly everyone is a victim to high levels of carbon monoxide and the thick scattering of ashes. All types of Pokemon pitch in to help - even wild ones - as they try their best to create a shelter for the remainder of the night and escort the young and elderly to the still-functioning boba shop.
No one will be falling asleep anytime soon, however.
→ IT'S TIME TO REBUILD
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Throughout the next few days and weeks, the people of Hami try to rebuild their lives once more. They erect campsites and learn how to survive on their new island. Unlike last time, however, help arrives from different parts of Cassava - Toran, Mango, and Melona. Food and water are passed around while additional medical staff tend to the still-injured. Mari and Konoha have also tagged along, relieved that Tsubomi have made it out all right, but saddened by the state of things. The three gym leaders make themselves available to assist where they can, including being free for gym battles, though they may make a face and, in Tsubomi's case, scowl. A little distraction is good, though, and they will eventually relent to a challenge.As supplies are passed around, volunteers of the support team mention that the HMs for Fly and Surf have been finally located. There were multiple copies held in each city and town's Pokemon Centre for trainers to use, but they've all gone missing earlier that year. No one understands why, but they've managed to find a single copy of each in an old and forgotten box in Toran. With this, everyone can now travel by Pokemon and shorten each day of a trip to an hour, so for a five-day hike, it'll turn into a five-hour flight. Pretty useful, huh?
The HMs are passed around for Pokemon to learn, but with the large amount of people and long line-ups, you'll only have the chance to learn one of the two moves. Choose wisely as they may not be seen for a while again.
→ HO HO HO-LY SHIT
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Despite the grim beginning of the month, the latter half of December is filled with cheer and joy - even for Hami Island, whose people are making the best out of their situation. Christmas is near and everyone is excited to end this hectic year with smiles. Bright decorations are hung and although Toran is the only location with natural snowfall, ice-type Pokemon artifically create snow for everyone to enjoy. Some are nicer about it than others, as Spheals use Powder Snow to create beautiful gusts of snowflakes in the air while Sneasels use Icy Wind when people are least expecting it, causing hats to go flying and for tinier Pokemon to tumble away.Little Delibirds wander through all towns and campsites to spread the joy. They give away presents from their seemingly-endless-void-of-a-bag, chirping happily as they hand over either a gift or a bomb. If you're lucky, it's the former and you'll get whatever material present that you've wanted or needed, even if you didn't know it, but if you're not so fortunate... well, at least it's easy to find doctors in Cassava.
But the Delibirds aren't enough to replace a real Santa Claus. Children beg and yell for one, but in the midst of all the panic and fuss over the volcano and Hami's citizens, every town forgot to hire someone to play the jolly ol' man. Oops. Well, be a dear and sub in, why don't you? It's okay if you don't look the part. They'll just shove you into an itchy costume and use superglue for the fake beard. It's okay if it takes an entire night or two for it to come off. You gotta do it for the children, who are more than insistent on tugging on it for fun.
Christmas eventually comes and goes before it's New Year's Eve. Everyone makes preparations for the fireworks show for their respective town and campsite. By the end of the night, the sky is lit with bright and sparkling colours. It's a beautiful end to the year and everyone peacefully goes to sleep that night. Some dream of a better future while others dream of fulfilling their resolutions, but for each isekai'd traveller, they all share one single dream: an out-of-body experience in darkness with a presence that surrounds them.
"What is your deepest, darkest desire?"
→ MOD NOTES
⬥ Congratulations for surviving the year! Your IC gift is learning either Fly or Surf and one item of your OOC choosing. This item may be a canon regain or simply anything else, but regardless of the choice, please comment underneath the proper top-level to get it approved.
⬥ Happy holidays and an early happy new year!
⬥ Happy holidays and an early happy new year!
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[Pokemon as transport makes more sense to Sagi as a concept than half the things people around here use Pokemon for - or did, until he realised that seating doesn't come included with the HM. His Sigilyph seemed enthusiastic about the idea anyway, but where the heck is he supposed to hold on? Its body is a sphere. Only halfway through the trip, he regrets giving it a try.
He still hasn't gotten used to it by the time he returns to Hami, dropping off Sigilyph's back near the plateau where the refugees have been holding contests. He looks very pale - made more obvious by the fact that, for some reason, his own wings and arms are enveloped in a harsh white glowing light.
Somehow, he manages to stumble over to a nearby rock and sit down before he crumples completely. The glow begins to fade after a minute or so.]
[ii: wakka wakka]
[Santa may not be here, but a large, yellow, Santa-sized... thing is strolling around with festively bright red boots and a holiday-cheery smile. Well, around isn't the right word. Wherever he is, he's walking briskly in a straight line, occasionally turning 90 or 180 degrees when he hits an obstacle, making a distinctively videogamey sound - and motoring directly through anything edible in his path. If it fits in Pac-Man's mouth, be it actual food or a snowball or a tentpole or the ugly Christmas sweater you were about to gift to someone else, he's chomping it right out of your hands and continuing ahead.
Unless you're in the vicinity of Hami Island, in which case there's a chance that Sagi will (possibly literally) swoop in, shove whatever you were holding aside and hastily toss a berry over Pac-Man's head to bait him somewhere else.] Go on, get outta here!
[iii: weenwoon bonus]
[It turns out that Pac-Man doesn't make a good substitute for Santa after all. At some point after his airsickness has subsided and the yellow menace has disappeared into the sunset, Sagi gets conscripted into putting on the act for some preschoolers instead - he was a natural choice, he already has a penchant for wearing red. They weren't too careful about gluing the beard onto him, so it's now stuck to the front of his shirt and will probably never come off. It's fine. He has no idea what this tradition is, but it's for the kids, so this is a problem he can deal with later.
A more pressing problem is that he can't seem to actually talk to them. Every time he opens his mouth, a loud, distorted, vaguely trumpet-like noise comes out instead of his actual voice. If you've spent too much time around the FFXIVs, it sounds exactly like Amaurotine. The children who lined up on this rocky beach just to talk to Santa and tell him their holiday wishes have not. Several of them are crying. The presence of Sagi's sour-faced Houndoom, still glowering over the un-stylish Stantler nose one of the Hami locals stuck on him earlier, is doing nothing to reassure them.]
(Did it stop yet?)
[A small, impressionable boy standing in the middle of the line jumps at the even louder alien weenwoon sound that time and runs away in tears despite the nearby adults' attempts to console him.]
(I think we should just leave...)
[wildcard]
[hmu for anything etc etc. pac-man is now roaming free in the game world, you don't have to ask permission to have him show up in any thread including after this log, wakka wakka wakka]
III its time for (points at username)
(I think we should just leave...)
An even bigger shock, though, is suddenly hearing the speech of his home. Could it be that--someone else survived, got pulled into this world? He rushes over, anxiety and hope churning in his gut--
--to be greeted with the sight of Sagi and children crying and complaining about the weird noises. It takes Hythlodaeus about a minute, but the conclusion is inevitable.]
(Sagi, when did you learn?..)
[In his shock, Hythlo also slips into Amaurotine. Now there are two weenwooning strangers.]
WEEN 👏 WOON 👏 WEEN 👏 WOON
(Wha... huh?)
[The most confused of trumpet noises. He stops, clears his throat and tries again, because hope springs eternal.]
(Did this happen to your voice, too -)
[But it's weenwoons all the way down. The children aren't pacified by hearing the genuine article, either. One of them mumbles about giant winged aliens eating Santa and wearing his skin like a Mimikyu's costume between her muffled sobs.]
when the weenwoon woons
(No, 'tis simply how I normally talk.)
[He doesn't realize yet that Sagi can't understand him, and ascribes the confusion to simple surprise.]
eternal weens and the lost weenwoons
(Marno, do you think that was a yes?)
(Probably not.)
(Really? Can you tell what he's saying?)
(...It's just a hunch.)
(Aww. Well, same.)
[That was some extensive weenwooning, right there. Eventually, one of the adult chaperones decides that this weird joke has gone far enough, approaching the rock Sagi was sitting on to shoo him and Hythlo away. The Houndoom reindeer can stay. ...Though he doesn't appear to want to.]
ii closes my eyes
I-Is that Pac-Man? How did Pac-Man-- Hey, Sagi! How'd you summon him?
[ mr pacman is relentless though, so itaru's got no choice but to dash. come on, lift him in your arms again like last time!! ]
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[He is not taking responsibility for this thing a second time. And yet, the harried look on his face betrays the fact that he recognises it...]
Listen, he doesn't eat people. Just - shove him a little, and he'll go away. Probably.
[Better do it fast, because here comes the yellow menace again - pivoting around in a square so that he can run straight towards them a second time, smiling mouth open wide. Are there Pokemon berries on Itaru's person? Does Pac-Man, like every elderly NPC in this region, simply think Itaru looks like a snack? There is no way of knowing. There is only wakka wakka.]