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Spring Cleaning: the log!
Who: Everyone!
Where: The six urban centers: Goldenrod, Olivine, Ecruteak, Violet, Saffron and Celadon, as well as outlying routes.
When: May 5-8
Summary: It's the Toxicalypse, and the Rockets are out to make a racket! Hide yo kids, hide yo wives, they lootin' errybody out here. The pokemon are between levels 5-95 as required, and include Grimer, Trubbish, Muk and Garbodor. NPC Rockets will probably be packing Skuntank and Weezing for lulz and grossness.
Rating: PG-13 for violence, swearing, the usual.
Log:
At 7:30AM on May 5th...
It can't be heard. It's one of those sounds, far out of range of human hearing; some pokemon might pick it up, if they have sensitive ears, but even to them it probably registers as little more than an unpleasant buzz. In fact, it doesn't even interrupt regular broadcasting; if you're on a route, the likelihood of noticing any sort of danger is slim. The effect in the urban areas, however, is instantaneous.
Letters have been flying to Gym leaders and mayors and other important people about the poor trash collecting job of the last few days; it seems the streets of Johto and Kanto have never seen this much garbage. The heat is stifling, oppressive, the rain of just yesterday pushing down the smog and the smell, trapping it low against the sizzling concrete. For the ecologically-conscious citizens of this world, who sort their trash into six neat piles, a harmful act against the environment like this is unthinkable, horrendous; it never occurs to them that it could be intentional, because honestly, what kind of monster would treat the habitat of pokémon so lightly?
Team Rocket, it seems, picks up quickly on new and different ways of thinking.
The devices whirr to life, beep and flash and pop open very lightly like waking insects. From them, a special radio wave is emitted; around them, the vast swaths of trash begin to move, and warp and dissolve into sludge and organs and joints. One Muk is two Muks, two is suddenly four, and then there is nothing but panic and rushing and the smell, the horrendous toxic smell.
Someone screams, and after that, chaos.
[[ooc notes: each sub-thread involves not only the individual locations, but also directly connected routes. For example, if you're on Route 34, feel free to use the Goldenrod thread.]]
Where: The six urban centers: Goldenrod, Olivine, Ecruteak, Violet, Saffron and Celadon, as well as outlying routes.
When: May 5-8
Summary: It's the Toxicalypse, and the Rockets are out to make a racket! Hide yo kids, hide yo wives, they lootin' errybody out here. The pokemon are between levels 5-95 as required, and include Grimer, Trubbish, Muk and Garbodor. NPC Rockets will probably be packing Skuntank and Weezing for lulz and grossness.
Rating: PG-13 for violence, swearing, the usual.
Log:
At 7:30AM on May 5th...
It can't be heard. It's one of those sounds, far out of range of human hearing; some pokemon might pick it up, if they have sensitive ears, but even to them it probably registers as little more than an unpleasant buzz. In fact, it doesn't even interrupt regular broadcasting; if you're on a route, the likelihood of noticing any sort of danger is slim. The effect in the urban areas, however, is instantaneous.
Letters have been flying to Gym leaders and mayors and other important people about the poor trash collecting job of the last few days; it seems the streets of Johto and Kanto have never seen this much garbage. The heat is stifling, oppressive, the rain of just yesterday pushing down the smog and the smell, trapping it low against the sizzling concrete. For the ecologically-conscious citizens of this world, who sort their trash into six neat piles, a harmful act against the environment like this is unthinkable, horrendous; it never occurs to them that it could be intentional, because honestly, what kind of monster would treat the habitat of pokémon so lightly?
Team Rocket, it seems, picks up quickly on new and different ways of thinking.
The devices whirr to life, beep and flash and pop open very lightly like waking insects. From them, a special radio wave is emitted; around them, the vast swaths of trash begin to move, and warp and dissolve into sludge and organs and joints. One Muk is two Muks, two is suddenly four, and then there is nothing but panic and rushing and the smell, the horrendous toxic smell.
Someone screams, and after that, chaos.
[[ooc notes: each sub-thread involves not only the individual locations, but also directly connected routes. For example, if you're on Route 34, feel free to use the Goldenrod thread.]]
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[But here's someone who could probably find a screaming France from a mile away. Envy was quick to let out Lucky and Chimera; the Tyranitar to deal with the poison types and the Houndoom to ride. He steers Lucky over to where he heard that shout coming from in the crowds, Chimera following behind. It's a lot easier to push through all the people riding a huge demon-dog, and when he spots France he waves to be noticed.]
Hey! France!
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Envy!
[He moves to meet him, Marianne a step ahead of him to burn whatever is in the way.]
God, am I glad to see you.
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Likewise. You're okay, right?
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Not really. A bit surprised. Unpleasantly so.
Do you have any idea what's going on?
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No. And here I was thinking nothing insane had happened lately.
[There's a big group of Muk and Grimer oozing down the street towards them. Envy scowls at them, and at the panicked crowd around them. Their Pokemon can probably handle it for a while, and the chaos might have been fun to watch, but he'd much rather that he and France not get covered in toxic purple slime. Running away=best defense.]
Maybe we should move somewhere else.
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Yes, it was getting to be positively predictable around here.
[His attention has been caught by the moving army of toxic waste, too. He stares at it for a moment, face frozen between unwilling amazement and terrified disgust, before he reaches up and grabs Envy's elbow briefly to squeeze it in shared urgency.]
Never any dishonor in an honorable retreat, I've always said.
[He turns his back on the approaching mess and starts to run.]
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[He points.] That way!
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[He follows the direction of Envy's finger, inclining his head before making a sharp turn to head down it.]
Where does this go?
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Should be less garbage in a park, right?
[Well, you'd think so anyway. Envy really has no idea, with all the trash that's been building up the last few days, but it's better than nothing.]
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No idea, but hope so!
[It doesn't take them too long to reach the outskirts of the park. It's not so full of trash as the city, but there's a great deal of rotten debris around. The open air does make the smell a little less unbearable, but the sight is, for France, extremely disheartening. He skids to a stop, a hand coming up over his mouth.]
Urgh.
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You know, I think I like this even less than those bug swarms a while back.
[...Did I say nothing attacking them? Because there's a group of Trubbish sneaking up from behind some bushes.]
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Envy! We have incoming!
[Marianne spits Embers at them, a warning.]
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[But after a slightly undignified yelp of surprise, Envy's directing Chimera as though that didn't just happen really it didn't.]
Rock Slide!