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route_10652012-05-05 09:10 pm
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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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[He's thinking hard, glancing about....didn't want to have to do this, but...]
Pupitar, Rock Slide!
[Rocks fall, trash gets squashed, there's a temporary path back to shelter.]
This way. We're still better off coordinating with others.
....though I'm sorry to ask you to part with your Pokémon. If you'd rather try for the route, I'll see you off.
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I'm just worried, about my team breathing this...
[She'll be making a break for the path, but, her eyes do catch on something higher up-]
Does... do you think, the tower has lower floors?
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It doesn't take Ken any time to make his decision.]
Let's find out. My Pokémon will follow with yours, if it's safe.
[And with that he's already running.]
guess who checked the map
[She had to yell that, since she's running as fast as she can... with her two remaining in her hands, the now out Budew looking much healthier than the Hoppip, but no less scared.
The trouble is the tower is more than a small walk away, and it'll be lucky to make it as far as the Academy without a problem.
Which is barely done. And then Anissa's stumbling to avoid a trio of Trubbish in the way, and stumbling out an "attack" of sorts.]
Ruth, stun spore!!
[They don't have to actually fight them, right??]
a wiser mun than i
Oh, that was smart thinking. He spares a breath for a smile, then nods to Houndoom.
You have a canine escort, milady, to aid your escape.]
I think 'obsessive' might be more apt. <:
It's- just up that walk, isn't it? ...it's still... Do you think, they can cross water?
[Because she's not for it, but if they can't make the rest of the trek untouched, and the teams are dwindled down, jumping in that water stretching along her right is looking wise...]
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[Ken heads for the water without a second thought, holding Pupitar in front of himself like a shield against the Poison-types.]
He's weak to water. You go first!
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[She's not sure running right up to her waist - coooooold - exactly helps her little duo, but they aren't complaining. Her Hoppip is apparently a bit buoyant, too!
But, with Ruth up on her shoulder-]
Come on! Let's test it before we go too deep! We don't want to be slowed down if they follow...