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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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Doing all right. I think they're hitting the stores first--
[An apologetic grin, accented by the contrast to this situation.]
Yeah, by the way, I got a job. Hope you like Voltorb Flip.
-and then hell froze over in shock.
[...and suddenly the idea that somebody might've sneaked passed and stolen things from the store everyone was protecting. ...where's this Team again? Because words, wanted.
He's even glancing down from helpful Fuushi (over Isami's head, since he's holding him) to eye the ground for suspicious... not-slime activity.]
I don't know yet. We've been here a while, but, between raising my pokémon and traveling and work...
[I.e. hasn't actually been there yet!]
i wouldn't put it past it, given johto weather
Then I'll teach you sometime. Once the stink's abated.
[Nothing seems to have happened at the Game Corner so far - but as they float over the city, it's likely there are other signs of looting. There are indeed people taking advantage of this chaos.]
....I guess these Pokémon did bring out all of the trash.
I wonder how much of Johto nature would survive this week.
[Or if the house will stay standing. Or if everyone will evacuate.
And Yuugi stares down at the running criminals, expression struck but, masked, too. Aside from the ironic issues at play here- who were these people? He assumed this was Johto's freakish nature at work, but now...]
You mentioned a "Team"?
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The people who attacked that academy, and made the bomb threats, they claim they're organized. Could be a bluff, but I don't like the looks of this.
--ah, maybe set ourselves down here?
[How on Earth had Yuugi lived here so long without hearing of Team Rocket?
How on Earth could he have let himself be the person who broached the subject?
Malik's just glad he has a foolproof plan in place for the rest of his day.]
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[But, looking down at this mess, the fact it was pulled off, and all the people taking advantage? It's probably true, isn't it?
So thanks for knocking him out of pure frowning, Malik, to give a quick nod.]
Right... Fuushi- here's good. And you've done more than enough today. Thank you.
[So once they're on the ground, he's pulling out her ball to return to. She might be twice as strong as most his team, but he's used that fact a lot already.
Hopefully, it's not necessary to call her out again...]
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Looks fine here. You check inside, I'll guard the entrance.
[He also has a text message to send. But sssshh.]
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[He's running even as he asks, Isami in the lead to tackle anyone that might pop out at them inside.]
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[He calls, while out of Yuugi's range of vision, he sends a private text he's had queued for this moment:]
The curtain's up.
Get over here.
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Kira, disguise, please.
[She nods and gives Clive a complete makeover; blonde hair, blue eyes, a more masculine face, muscular physique, and she even makes him look a few inches taller, too. There's no way in hell anyone's going to suspect Clive now. He sends a quick text back to Malik:]
I'll be there shortly.
[And they head towards the Game Corner, Kira keeping herself visible for the time being as to serve as a way for Malik to identify Clive. Hopefully.
When Clive speaks, it's in an American accent instead of his natural British one, and at a slightly higher pitch. He's going for loud and obnoxious here.]
Hey, you! Out of the way!
i have no heroic icons /i wonder why/
Private note to self: discover extenuating circumstances. Later.
For now he'll put on a blustery face himself, solidly blocking the door from intruders.]
Are you the ones at fault for all of this?! You're not going to get away with it!
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He heard some distant yelling beforehand, but he'd thought it was just more fighting out on the streets. But- That- He can't hear words, but something sounds off.
Guess who's climbing over counters to run back to the front doors?]