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route_10652012-05-05 09:10 pm
these_balls) wrote in 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.]]
Re: VIOLET
Alright! This should go much quicker with help from both ends! And now they can't get away!
VIOLET
[The Growlithe gets back to her feet, and with a howl of "Grow~~~~~lithe!" pounces on the nearest Muk. Take Down it is.]
Re: VIOLET
Go, Horu! You're doing great!
VIOLET
Now, Girl!
["Lithe!"
And the two book it to the exit, Kurow managing to not quite trip over his own two feet. The Growlithe might also be panting heavily from poison, but details.]
Re: VIOLET
Hey, aren't you the guy who was talking about the Brush Gods?
Re: VIOLET
Or at least, that's his story and he's sticking to it.]Yup, that's me! Kurow, Johto's one and only Brush God expert, in the flesh!
[He almost reaches to pull out his non-existent flute and twirl it, but catches what he's doing soon enough to turn it smoothly into a motion to reach into his bag for an antidote instead.]
Re: VIOLET
VIOLET
Kurow accepts the handshake.] Great meeting you too, dude!
Re: VIOLET
Are they supposed to be that big?
[Horu has already moved in front to protect his master.]
Re: VIOLET
[Is Kurow nervous? No, of course he isn't nervous, why would he be nervous. He does, however, reach for his Pokéballs.]
Girl, get back! I'll let green-haired dude handle this one!
[And as the Growlithe obediently gets behind him, he tosses a Pokéball. Out comes a Gardevoir, who tosses his hair (well, sort-of-hair) back foppishly.]
Re: VIOLET
What can he do? [Kind of nervously shuffling to stand behind the Gardevoir now.]
Re: VIOLET
not in Route's continuity, but]Psychic's good against Poison. Right?
[He looks to his Gardevoir expectantly, who nods and uses Psychic on the Koffing.]
Re: VIOLET
It worked! [He advances, rather cautiously at least.]
Re: VIOLET
[But he advances as well, still staying behind his Gardevoir, who's rather proud of his handiwork.]
Re: VIOLET
[Nope, the Koffing's definitely down. It's got the little swirls in its eyes and everything.]
VIOLET
[...and since someone has to do something to tell, the Growlithe walks up to the fallen Koffing and paws at it.]
...Careful, Girl!
Re: VIOLET
We beat it! Yay! [Throws his hands up]
VIOLET
[He strikes a boastful pose. ...Is that a sparkle?
"Grow~lithe!" She's proud too.
The Gardevoir merely flips his hair-ish thing, smugly and silently.]
Re: VIOLET
We're the best! Right, Horu?
"Dig!"