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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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Her part-time job is at the Pokemart, so as soon as the streets started filling up with panicked citizens and Poison-types, she's out trying to herd people inside to safety, behind a barricade of boxes. It isn't long before she finds herself mildly overwhelmed, outnumbered with Grimer on each side, with her only usable pokemon, Vivi the Misdreavus, blasting Psywave after Psybeam to keep them at bay. Her Deerling has only just hatched, Momo's too delicate, and Sweep...Sweep had fainted at the mere sight.
For her part, Kiki batters the oncoming hordes with her standard-issue mop; her ribbon is wrapped around the lower half of her face to ward off the smell and her hair is a dark cloud around framing flinty, harried eyes. Since arriving in Johto, she's never wished she could fly more badly than right now.]
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The source of the pair isn't far behind, but distracted as he gives cries to the Drifloon and Drifblim overhead to clear his path.]
Fuushi, Baku-chan! Gust!
[Once he has a clear run for the store, Yuugi's there in seconds, his Growlithe at his heel. But his hard face softens a bit behind the cover of his coat sleeve, when he gets a proper look at Kiki.]
Do you need some help?
[He thought he was just giving her an opening to run, but if she's maintaining a safe house...]
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Yes, please! There's people in there--[She points to the store.]--we've set up a kind of bunker.
[It's clear by the set of her legs and back that she isn't running anywhere, mop still in hand to sweep the fuck out of those Grimer. Speaking of which, there's about six incoming Muk, clearly outleveling the 30-some Vivi, whose Psybeam barely scuffs one's side. Welp.]
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[But, this isn't a good change to talk, is it? He expected that Misdreavus to plow through that Muk, but. Well. His team isn't much stronger than her ghost, for the most part. Save for one.]
Fuushi, aim Shadow Ball at the center! Setsu, help Kiki's Misdreavus! Shin, Isami, use Dig on the rest!
[Sure enough, the Drifblim's move knocks over a couple of the center six, and slows the others enough for the rest of the team to have an opening, giving Yuugi time to touch base with Kiki.]
Any plans for how to stop them, or supplies to help our Pokemon?
[His are still fresh from being pulled from the Center, but how long can he ask them to keep this up...]
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I think I have an idea. Here!
[She shoves her mop into Yuugi's hands.]
Vivi, help them defend the mart!
[And just like that, she's running inside, dodging the Trubbish that snap as she weaves by. The hem of her dress is ripped. Once inside, past the sand bags, chairs and other assorted debris, she's climbing all over the shelves, not even minding that she's knocking things over until she finds what she came for. Her grin is triumphant.]
[She emerges again in a flash, carrying an armload of Super Repels in spray canisters. On the back, in shiny paint, a telltale explosive warning. She sprays one in a Grimer's face, and three of them back off.]
We can use these! [She flashes the 'flammable' sign.] If we can throw them on the Muk, and your Growlithe can light them on fire...
[REPEL BOMBS.]
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He's playing conductor to his team - directing them to a new Grimer or Much or Poison-type each time there's a hole in the defense - when she comes back out. It doesn't take more than a beat of staring for him to catch on, beaming a smile for the inspiration.]
Right! Good plan- I'll have them try and gather them in a helpful way-
[It'll do more damage if it hits more directly, after all... And as he calls over his Growlithe and scans the line of the fight, he keeps talking to Kiki.]
We- better try and make them last, too, since they wear off. Who knows how long this will last.
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[Okay, they need to think about this strategically. There are six Muk...]
We should try to corrall them as much as we can. Vivi, can you use Psywave to make them gather? On the left-- [And off Vivi goes, well-placed Psywave blasts forcing the Muks into a tighter circle.]
Can you get one of yours to handle the other si-- [SWAT, broom to a Trubbish's face!] --de?
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[But there is no time. Thankfully Kiki's move inspires a goal and, looking over his own team, he motions his Haunter and Growlithe to come to him while he calls roles to his remaining Pokemon.]
Shin, Setsu! Use Dig again to wear them down! Fuushi, Baku-chan. Can you use Constrict together before they recover?
[Affirmatives all around, and by the time his Drif-pair are gathering his side of the Muks to Kiki's, he's telling his Growlithe to standby to use Flame Thrower on the Repels as soon as the girl's ready.]
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...right up until the moment where he gets into an excellent sniping position, and there's a flash of red and movement from outside the windows, and then things begin to happen.
It's a simultaneous assault, when it comes — the Spinarak sniping with Psychic from above, picking off hostile invaders and clearing off some of the pressure for his partner the Kadabra, who is currently using his own psychic arsenal to power his way in the front door, his trainer riding comfortably on his back.
Hey, there, Kiki. The cavalry just arrived.]
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She looks around, alarmed, for the source of the noise, but then Carmen comes bursting in on her Kadabra's back and really, what can she say to that?
Vivi is only too glad for the help, and makes a squealing noise that could only be a cry of joy. She goes to join Agent Cooper in the psychic assault.]
okay seriously dw why do you never give me notifs to this thread
And with Chief blazing a path from below and Agent Cooper assisting from above, it doesn't take that long for her to cut a swath over to Kiki.]
Are you all right?
because it hates you
I'm fine--there are people here, though, hiding in the back. The manager only has a Bellossom. [And being a grass-type, she hadn't lasted very long.] Vivi and I were trying to protect them...
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You did well. But unless we can clear this trash out and secure it from any more getting in, holing up in the back isn't going to do anyone any good in the long run. How many exits are there?