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route_10652014-12-20 04:45 am
nvcr) wrote in route_10652014-12-20 04:45 am
1st Live Show
Who: Cecil Palmer and YOU
Where: All over Goldenrod
When: The week of the 14th all through the 21st
Summary: Cecil does not understand the Pokemon world's festivities and so he fears and detests them.
Rating: Possibly PG-13 due to the nature of Cecil's canon and his worldviews
Log:
[With Goldenrod being a decently big city and the holidays looming ever ominously closer, Cecil has decided to camp out here for at least the end of the month. He has somehow also purchased a garish holiday sweater, which he has taken to wearing as he looks over the festivities in a whirl of confusion and fear.]
[During the first part of the week, he has decided to take advantage of the busier shopping days to be a barista. Be wary if you ordered anything that has nutmeg in it--or asked for nutmeg in anything you ordered that doesn't ordinarily contain it. He might have added too much nutmeg.
Like. A cup too much. Let's hope you notice lest you spend the next several hours in nightmarish pain.
If you don't notice--or at least, if you only notice when you feel the tingling burn of the spices at work--you might notice Ballou smiling widely at your pain. Yes, your anguish is sustaining the beast.Don't worry, he won't last till the end of the week.]
[All through the week, he can be found just wandering around the Christmas market, the department store, or Goldenrod in general. He'll have at least one of his Pokemon out with him most of the time, whether it's Ballou sitting atop his shoulders, Delora floating around with a bag on its head as per usual, or even Cecil with Richard out trying to see if any of the ornaments will fit on him.]
[In the last stretch of the week, he'll still mostly be hanging around the Christmas market, although his Pokemon will be hovering around the area, passing out pamphlets warning everyone in the vicinity about the dangers of wheat and wheat by-products: that they will turn into venomous snakes, malevolent spirits, and may or may not do things like curse your family, spontaneously combust, or contaminate the surrounding area with wheat fallout. (And the carbs...) The pamphlets go on to warn that the Christmas spirit is not about baking things, or giving baked goods, or even receiving them--but if you do any holiday baking this year, you should definitely try a gluten-free recipe.
So. You know.]
[OOC: This is the catchall for "come bother Cecil bother bother" during the holidays! If you don't like any of the above scenarios, feel free to come up with your own.
I'm also shamelessly plugging in his OOC egg post from earlier this month, in case anyone wants to get on that.]
Where: All over Goldenrod
When: The week of the 14th all through the 21st
Summary: Cecil does not understand the Pokemon world's festivities and so he fears and detests them.
Rating: Possibly PG-13 due to the nature of Cecil's canon and his worldviews
Log:
[With Goldenrod being a decently big city and the holidays looming ever ominously closer, Cecil has decided to camp out here for at least the end of the month. He has somehow also purchased a garish holiday sweater, which he has taken to wearing as he looks over the festivities in a whirl of confusion and fear.]
[During the first part of the week, he has decided to take advantage of the busier shopping days to be a barista. Be wary if you ordered anything that has nutmeg in it--or asked for nutmeg in anything you ordered that doesn't ordinarily contain it. He might have added too much nutmeg.
Like. A cup too much. Let's hope you notice lest you spend the next several hours in nightmarish pain.
If you don't notice--or at least, if you only notice when you feel the tingling burn of the spices at work--you might notice Ballou smiling widely at your pain. Yes, your anguish is sustaining the beast.
[All through the week, he can be found just wandering around the Christmas market, the department store, or Goldenrod in general. He'll have at least one of his Pokemon out with him most of the time, whether it's Ballou sitting atop his shoulders, Delora floating around with a bag on its head as per usual, or even Cecil with Richard out trying to see if any of the ornaments will fit on him.]
[In the last stretch of the week, he'll still mostly be hanging around the Christmas market, although his Pokemon will be hovering around the area, passing out pamphlets warning everyone in the vicinity about the dangers of wheat and wheat by-products: that they will turn into venomous snakes, malevolent spirits, and may or may not do things like curse your family, spontaneously combust, or contaminate the surrounding area with wheat fallout. (And the carbs...) The pamphlets go on to warn that the Christmas spirit is not about baking things, or giving baked goods, or even receiving them--but if you do any holiday baking this year, you should definitely try a gluten-free recipe.
So. You know.]
[OOC: This is the catchall for "come bother Cecil bother bother" during the holidays! If you don't like any of the above scenarios, feel free to come up with your own.
I'm also shamelessly plugging in his OOC egg post from earlier this month, in case anyone wants to get on that.]
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He's not looking at the barista as he approaches the counter, baristas being common people beneath his notice. So it's only when he's right in front of him that he recognizes who he's dealing with. ]
You - ! The one with the furry pants!
[ He'd... never gotten the man's name, had he.
Well. It doesn't make sense to refuse to patronize someone just because they can't dress themself. And besides, he's thirsty. ]
I do hope your drink-making skills aren't as utterly abysmal as your... fashion sense.
[ He pauses doubtfully before those last two words, as though he isn't sure that whatever Cecil has going on can even be termed "fashion sense". ]
What are your options, then?
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But he turns to you, acknowledges you in some basic, human manner, and proceeds to rattle off a list of holiday beverages.
In particular there's an eggnog-flavored beverage that this man particularly enjoys.
Mostly because he has an excuse to put nutmeg in it.]
So, anything in particular? The holiday specials won't last long!
...well. Nothing lasts long, compared to the nigh-immortality of the universe.
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...Er, yes. Well. [ He's not sure quite what to make of Cecil's last statement. ] No tea, then? I suppose I expected as much from an American.
In that case, I might as well try that eggnog one you mentioned. Do make it quick, won't you? I haven't got all day.
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From the outside, though, you almost can't tell. A storm brews beneath its holly jolly surface.]
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Cheers, I suppose.
[ He drops a P500 bill on the counter, raises his cup, and takes a generous sip.
And chokes. ]
Oh god - what -
[ He doubles over as the cup falls to the floor, nutmeg-infused nog spilling everywhere. This, though, is the least of Valmont's worries. His throat is on fire, oh god ]
...what did you... do to me...
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[He hovers over Valmont, a look of increasing concern spreading across his face.]
That's...odd...
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[ He's interrupted by a sudden, violent coughing fit. ]
...you've poisoned me - I'll - I'll sue -
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