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route_10652011-05-24 04:48 am
foolishwren) wrote in route_10652011-05-24 04:48 am
The wheels on the bus go-- OH MY GOD JENNY THERE ARE BRAKES USE THEM
Who: Anyone on the vans and/or big tourbus shuttling volunteers to Olivine City.
Where: ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP
When: May 23rd
Summary: Hey. Hey volunteers. It's time for a ~*~~*~
Rating: G-PG13 depending on the level of profanity reached every time Officer Jenny careens around a corner way too quickly.
Log:
It's raining.
To put it more accurately, it's pouring.
And to top it all off, there is a sleeping old man sitting at the very back of the bus (or van, as the case may be) with his head back and his mouth wide open, making the most cringe-inducing racket any being has ever made in its sleep, barring nightmare-induced screaming or something. Why is he there? Who knows. He was there before any of the volunteers being shuttled to Olivine City boarded their vehicles of choice, and he will probably stay there long after they get off at their destination. Maybe he will always be there. He is the Man You Don't Want to Sit Next to On Public Transportation (tm)and his presence defies the laws of space and time.
Regardless, no matter how much racket is coming from that last seat, nothing seems to be dampening the spirits of the driver, who turns away from the rain-blurred windshield and back to face the passengers once all the seats are full with a bright, chipper grin that borders ever-so-slightly on the unhinged.
It's another one of the many near-identical Officer Jennies, although this one looks far too excited about the prospect of a several-hours-long road trip through pouring rain. As a matter of fact, her earrings are little raindrops. How... appropriate. Her hair seems just a little crazier than most of her cousins (sisters? ... clones??), and she has a faithful Treecko lying across the back of her seat.
"What a fine group of young men and women! Volunteering to help the citizens of Olivine like that! I admire your spunk, taking the time out of your day to do a good deed!"
She beams.
"It'll take us a good few hours to get there, but don't worry, there'll be plenty of mud to dig in once we arrive!"
Turning back to the wheel, she lets the Treecko scamper down her arm and man the stick-shift-- yes, these vehicles are stick. And yes, she is letting the Pokemon help her drive.
"Off we go! It's time to take chances, make mistakes, and GET MESSY!"
With the force and enthusiasm that only overly-cheerful-and-possibly-crazy people seem to have, the Jenny slams her foot down on the gas and sends the party (or parties-- yes, she will be saying a variation of this speech to every single group of people she drives) off on a bumpy, swervy, and way-too-fast start to their journey to Olivine.
With luck and possibly a few prayers to Arceus, the volunteers may survive until they roll to a stop in Olivine.
[ooc: Sorry this came a little late, guys! This is an OPEN LOG, so anyone going to Olivine can feel free to start their own threads, mingle, whatever! Freak out at Jenny's TOTALLY INSANE driving, scoot around and try to avoid the snoring man, make conversation/argue/start rap battles/play the 'I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUUUU' game with your fellow passengers, or maybe just drive everybody else crazy by starting a round of "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall". ALL IS FAIR GAME.]
Where: ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP
When: May 23rd
Summary: Hey. Hey volunteers. It's time for a ~*~~*~
Rating: G-PG13 depending on the level of profanity reached every time Officer Jenny careens around a corner way too quickly.
Log:
It's raining.
To put it more accurately, it's pouring.
And to top it all off, there is a sleeping old man sitting at the very back of the bus (or van, as the case may be) with his head back and his mouth wide open, making the most cringe-inducing racket any being has ever made in its sleep, barring nightmare-induced screaming or something. Why is he there? Who knows. He was there before any of the volunteers being shuttled to Olivine City boarded their vehicles of choice, and he will probably stay there long after they get off at their destination. Maybe he will always be there. He is the Man You Don't Want to Sit Next to On Public Transportation (tm)and his presence defies the laws of space and time.
Regardless, no matter how much racket is coming from that last seat, nothing seems to be dampening the spirits of the driver, who turns away from the rain-blurred windshield and back to face the passengers once all the seats are full with a bright, chipper grin that borders ever-so-slightly on the unhinged.
It's another one of the many near-identical Officer Jennies, although this one looks far too excited about the prospect of a several-hours-long road trip through pouring rain. As a matter of fact, her earrings are little raindrops. How... appropriate. Her hair seems just a little crazier than most of her cousins (sisters? ... clones??), and she has a faithful Treecko lying across the back of her seat.
"What a fine group of young men and women! Volunteering to help the citizens of Olivine like that! I admire your spunk, taking the time out of your day to do a good deed!"
She beams.
"It'll take us a good few hours to get there, but don't worry, there'll be plenty of mud to dig in once we arrive!"
Turning back to the wheel, she lets the Treecko scamper down her arm and man the stick-shift-- yes, these vehicles are stick. And yes, she is letting the Pokemon help her drive.
"Off we go! It's time to take chances, make mistakes, and GET MESSY!"
With the force and enthusiasm that only overly-cheerful-and-possibly-crazy people seem to have, the Jenny slams her foot down on the gas and sends the party (or parties-- yes, she will be saying a variation of this speech to every single group of people she drives) off on a bumpy, swervy, and way-too-fast start to their journey to Olivine.
With luck and possibly a few prayers to Arceus, the volunteers may survive until they roll to a stop in Olivine.
[ooc: Sorry this came a little late, guys! This is an OPEN LOG, so anyone going to Olivine can feel free to start their own threads, mingle, whatever! Freak out at Jenny's TOTALLY INSANE driving, scoot around and try to avoid the snoring man, make conversation/argue/start rap battles/play the 'I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUUUU' game with your fellow passengers, or maybe just drive everybody else crazy by starting a round of "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall". ALL IS FAIR GAME.]
K THANKS I THINK I WILL
Guess who else is on this trip, and none too happy about it? He'd not been given two minutes to enjoy his victory over Whitney's gym (as much as one COULD enjoy a victory amidst all the wailing and crying) before he'd been approached by a Jenny who had been making a sweep of Goldenrod's buildings. He'd been asked a quick series of questions - did he win his challenge? Did he have other plans for today? No? Good, get in the van.
There was no candy in this van, just a psychotic driver who seemed hellbent she was going to shake everyone inside to pieces before they got wherever it was they were going.
In the crook of one arm is an espeon, brought out of the PC to fill the sixth spot on his team while Theresa recovered at the pokemon center from whatever it was that was making her act out-of-sorts. And this espeon is not only enjoying the ride, but seems most interested in Cujo's whining, mimicking the pathetic sounds with a ridiculous grin on it's face. To him, imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.
YAAAAAY
The miserable Growlithe stares almost catatonically back at the Espeon, his brown eyes just perfect spheres of pure trauma. These are eyes that tell a story of deep discomfort. Cujo does not understand why he is in this strange house that keeps bucking around and making him slide back and forth across the seat, but he does not like it. :(
Why did he ever willingly decide to go into the Jumpy House?
Heather, meanwhile, is eying that Espeon not much more happily than her Growlithe is.
"At least somebody's enjoying the ride, I guess..."
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...oh it's her again.
"Evolving has hardly changed him from what he's been since day one." the put-out demon assures her, eyes wandering warily to Cujo once in awhile. ....well, to be fair, he IS a cat. Call it instinct.
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Heather shifts a bit to better accommodate his weight (ONE good thing about it was that it weighed her down so that she didn't bounce around AS much).
"Still just as derpy, huh?
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"...you were recruited as well, I see."
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Reason No. 4450542 why she didn't like dogs. One of the blessings she counted every single night was that Cujo didn't appear to know what mating was and the closest he got to humping legs was trying to crawl into her lap.
But then she pauses, brow furrowing.
"Recruited?"
She doesn't yet realize that Jennies were yanking people off the streets-- believe it or not, THIS little delinquent actually volunteered.
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LIKE THE ONE YOUR OWL LAID LOLOL
"I had just finished challenging the gym in Goldenrod and I was approached by a Jenny who insisted Olivine was in need of more volunteers if I had nothing more important to do."
A huge bump throws him off-kilter as he flails for balance, Eevee giving a squeal of delight at the momentary sensation of flying.
"I just hadn't thought her primary motive was trying to DESTROY US ALL!"
The one his snarky comment was intended for cheerfully ignored him, striking another pothole as she went.
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Sure didn't explain how she'd gotten one out of an OWL, though...
She raises a brow at the Espeon, dubiously.
"... Those things can't breed with birds, can they?"
And then Jenny hit a rut and Cujo went rolling unhappily in Gaga's direction.