MASS MINGLE LOG, GO!

[these_balls]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: May 31 - June 2
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
Log:

Callin' out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer's here and the time is right
For fourth wallin' in the streets
They're breakin' it in Cianwood
Down in Mahogany
In New Bark "City"

All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
There'll be swingin', swayin', B-G-M playin'
And fourth wallin' in the streets

Oh, it doesn't matter who you bring
Just as long as it's your thing
So come on, every guy grab a girl,
Everywhere around the world
They'll be roleplayin'
Fourth wallin' in the street

This is an invitation
Across the nation
A chance for the folks to meet
There'll be laughin' and singin' and music swingin'
And fourth wallin' in the streets...

Comments

[strongestoftheturks]

[...well, look who's finally in town. Rude looks over his shades, but there's no mistaking that familiar spiky-headed kid.

Now the question is whether he should approach Cloud, or let Cloud walk on by. Technically they were on the same side now but they weren't exactly allies. But Cloud did look quite lost and well...he is still a familiar face. Someone from home.

Hopefully Cloud'll have come after that whole mess with the Remnants; one can't be too careful though so Rude keeps to merely watching for the time being. If Cloud speaks to him, then he'll answer what needs to be answered and hopefully there'll be no flashy sword moves to gut him. ]

[bothourlives]

[Someone's been studying his Pokedex to so easily recognize Jolteon! 8)

Rude blended in with the crowd a little better than he did (though really with all the neon haired people running around you'd think Rude would stick out instead) but confused as he was Cloud was still taking note of his surroundings, and it wasn't long before he recognized the Turk keeping an eye on him.

Did they just flock to weird situations while keeping tabs on the party? Didn't they have hobbies? He didn't particularly like the Turks, but he didn't particularly dislike them either- the days of negative confrontation were long past but he still made them pay their tab at Seventh Heaven whenever they just so happened to be in the neighborhood and dropped by.

No freebies, even when you knew the saviors of the planet.]

So you're here too.

[He's pretty indifferent about this whole mess really- or at least, he's trying to appear that way. It wasn't unheard of for hallucinations to talk to him, to seem very very real. But... it had been awhile since that happened, and there was usually some semblance of awareness of the fact.

Cautious, but not necessarily unfriendly. Rude was the only recognizable thing here and whether Cloud liked it or not, someone who would hopefully have some answers.]

[strongestoftheturks]

[How about a "turn-over-a-new-leaf" discount?]

Hmm.

Guessing you just got here.

[No sword swinging has commenced, so Rude's guessing that any fights are off the table. It's a pity in a way, he'd love a good fight, but Cloud's really on a whole other level than him and he doesn't want to spend the next week recuperating in whatever they have for a hospital here.]

Anyone explained this to you yet?

[bothourlives]

[Not interested.]

No. You're the first person I've talked to.

...I was on my way to Kalm.

[If he felt a little more contrary, and had actually understood what Rude and Reno had been gossiping about way back when near Gongaga, he might have indulged in a little verbal sparring by mentioning Tifa would probably be mad at his little detour- she was expecting him back by dinner time.

Probably not a good idea to pester a source of information though, and Cloud was curious about what Rude could tell him about this place.]

[strongestoftheturks]

[Jeez Cloud, there's no need to get sensitive. Rude's well aware that he's her man now. He knows she's off-limits. Just...let him nurse his crushed, umm, crush. He gets enough teasing from Reno already.]

This is a different planet. No way back.

[Having already explained the situation to Vincent earlier, it's easier for him to form his explanation and key in on the big things that Cloud should know about this place.]

Monsters here are called Pokemon. You can breed or catch them. There's over 200 types.

They're like chocobos. Pets.

[He's not sure if there's a Pokemon race somewhere, but like our feathered friends you can use them for labour, keep them as pets, or compete with them in battles.]

Your Pokemon's called Jolteon.

[bothourlives]

[You're probably giving him too much credit if you think he's managed to actually step up and talk to her about things lol.]

No way back.

[Repeated, mostly to himself, as he turned to look back at the Jolteon he'd up to this point mostly ignored. Said Pokemon was a little too well suited for him- not just because of it's spiked yellow fur, but because it's a little too sensitive for it's own good, sulking and popping with electricity, upset at being left behind.

C'mon little guy, at least he didn't follow his first instinct and try to kill you.]

What do you do here?

[His attention was back on Rude, Cloud eying him up and down for a moment.

Trying to imagine the Turk with fuzzy little Pokemon.

Cloud at least was sort of used to this kind of thing, having spent a considerable amount of time breeding and raising chocobos. But he'd never seen anyone he knew outside the party down at the races.]

[strongestoftheturks]

[Don't worry Cloud, Rude couldn't imagine it either. And he's not going to win the best trainer award either; his Tyrogue will attest to that.

What does he actually do here? He's...not too sure. There's a sudden flash of uncertainty on his face, but he quickly covers it back up with his normal stoic expression.]

I just...train Pokemon.

[Technically true. He's also part of a shady organization bent on conquering the world with said Pokemon, but best to leave that out of this discussion.]

[bothourlives]

[He's amused at that, an almost smirk settling in over his expression.

So Rude was a critter babysitter. Interesting. But there was no way Cloud was buying that that was all he was into.]

Guess there's nothing better to do.

[Because he'd expect Rude to do it, if there were. Turks weren't the type to just sit by idly and do nothing, and despite the fact that he said very little, Cloud figured Rude was probably pretty (annoyingly) well informed too, more or less the reason he accepted what he was being told at face value.]

[strongestoftheturks]

[Aw, Cloud, really? Does Rude's pain give you so much pleasure? There's a small muscle twitch near his mouth, but otherwise he withholds any disparaging comments.]

Hmm.

...your team mate, Vincent, is around.

You should look for him.

[bothourlives]

[Yes. He can't help but be a little sassy sometimes.]

Vincent?

[He'd crawled out of his cave long enough to get kidnapped? That was surprising.

Sadly Cloud wasn't given much time to ponder how someone from another world could find Vincent when he couldn't half the time, interrupted by a loud rustle in a nearby bush, the sound of footsteps...

AND THEN A WILD CACNEA APPEARED AND LET LOOSE A THOUSANDSPRAY OF NEEDLES. A few going into Cloud's leg. Fantastic.]

Damnit!

[That was it. The stupid little thing had been following him but he hadn't cared since it wasn't doing anything but now it was personal.

Now the sword came out and one of them was going to die.

Hopefully not Cloud.]

[strongestoftheturks]

[Woah. WOAH. Rude immediately takes a step back out of reflex; when that chopper comes out, someone's getting hurt and this time it ain't going to be him!

Aren't there rules against hurting Pokemon though? Rude's not sure but he's certain that injuring Pokemon with a sharp object would make headlines. Heck, he hasn't even seen any weapons around until this week, this place was as kid friendly as it could get. It's like someone put on the child locks or something.

...he should really stop Cloud.

Really.

Even if he really, really doesn't want to.]

Don't do that. You could get arrested.

[bothourlives]

[The mention of being arrested made him pause and turn back, but it was more out of irritation than any desire to avoid trouble.

Bro, it wouldn't be the first time. Or the last.]

...They can attack us but we can't fight back?

[That was bullshit of the highest degree, Rude. That stupid cactus was... hobbling away on it's pointy little legs after stabbing him and he wasn't allowed to do anything?

How the hell did anyone level up around here?

At least Jolteon seemed pleased with the turn of events, (smugly) running a licked paw over the spiked fur on his head.

Cloud wanted to go home.]