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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.]
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She raises a brow, peering down at the little device. ... Huh.
"... A secretary, huh."
She reaches out with her non-bandaged arm, open-handed, in a silent request to see the recorder.
"Back home, I'm guessing?"
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But he hands it to her. It's not much to see, really. A much smaller recorder than he is used to and with a bunch of smaller and fewer buttons, and he has yet to consider it as his or Diane, but he prefers it to using the Gear. He's accidentally broadcast one or two Diane-musings before, after all.
He nods again, small smile. "Secretaries are hard to come by around here." Not to mention he wouldn't have much use for one. "How's the arm?"
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She takes it with mild interest, bringing her other arm up gingerly so that she can hold it with both hands. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little curious about what else was on there, if he recorded things like 'I'M ON A BUS AT 11:37 AND THIS DRIVER IS TERRIBLE'-- were these things like Twitters for people in the 80's or something? But she wouldn't press 'Play' or anything.
"Yeah, I didn't figure you'd have gotten a job here lofty enough to require a secretary yet..."
Given the general lifestyle that most of the 'foreigners' had adopted here, she wasn't entirely sure that was even possible.
"N'it's okay... seven stitches."
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"The jobs are terrible", he answers, tone slightly dry. He stopped working a while ago. At the amount of stitches, though, he raises an eyebrow a little.
"That bad?"
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"Out of the blue, my pet dinosaur decided he wanted a taste of my arm. M'surprised I didn't need MORE."
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"Is he a water type?"
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With a grumbly sigh, she folds her arms and rests her chin on them.
"I left him in the PC box... I know it probably wasn't his fault or whatever, but I don't need to deal with that right now."
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"It does look the best-" he's halted by another bumpy, but definitely not near-lethal turn. He shakes his head, glances at the front of the bus to where you can't see the Jenny behind the wheel, and runs a hand through his hair to keep it back from his eyes. The rain obliberated the hair gel. It gets in the way.
"I would have done the same as a basic precaution. These pokémon have far more danger potential than any animal back home ... wouldn't want to risk them going into a frenzy."