MASS MINGLE LOG, GO!

[these_balls]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: May 31 - June 2
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
Log:

Callin' out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer's here and the time is right
For fourth wallin' in the streets
They're breakin' it in Cianwood
Down in Mahogany
In New Bark "City"

All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
There'll be swingin', swayin', B-G-M playin'
And fourth wallin' in the streets

Oh, it doesn't matter who you bring
Just as long as it's your thing
So come on, every guy grab a girl,
Everywhere around the world
They'll be roleplayin'
Fourth wallin' in the street

This is an invitation
Across the nation
A chance for the folks to meet
There'll be laughin' and singin' and music swingin'
And fourth wallin' in the streets...

Comments

[bothourlives]

[He's amused at that, an almost smirk settling in over his expression.

So Rude was a critter babysitter. Interesting. But there was no way Cloud was buying that that was all he was into.]

Guess there's nothing better to do.

[Because he'd expect Rude to do it, if there were. Turks weren't the type to just sit by idly and do nothing, and despite the fact that he said very little, Cloud figured Rude was probably pretty (annoyingly) well informed too, more or less the reason he accepted what he was being told at face value.]

[strongestoftheturks]

[Aw, Cloud, really? Does Rude's pain give you so much pleasure? There's a small muscle twitch near his mouth, but otherwise he withholds any disparaging comments.]

Hmm.

...your team mate, Vincent, is around.

You should look for him.

[bothourlives]

[Yes. He can't help but be a little sassy sometimes.]

Vincent?

[He'd crawled out of his cave long enough to get kidnapped? That was surprising.

Sadly Cloud wasn't given much time to ponder how someone from another world could find Vincent when he couldn't half the time, interrupted by a loud rustle in a nearby bush, the sound of footsteps...

AND THEN A WILD CACNEA APPEARED AND LET LOOSE A THOUSANDSPRAY OF NEEDLES. A few going into Cloud's leg. Fantastic.]

Damnit!

[That was it. The stupid little thing had been following him but he hadn't cared since it wasn't doing anything but now it was personal.

Now the sword came out and one of them was going to die.

Hopefully not Cloud.]

[strongestoftheturks]

[Woah. WOAH. Rude immediately takes a step back out of reflex; when that chopper comes out, someone's getting hurt and this time it ain't going to be him!

Aren't there rules against hurting Pokemon though? Rude's not sure but he's certain that injuring Pokemon with a sharp object would make headlines. Heck, he hasn't even seen any weapons around until this week, this place was as kid friendly as it could get. It's like someone put on the child locks or something.

...he should really stop Cloud.

Really.

Even if he really, really doesn't want to.]

Don't do that. You could get arrested.

[bothourlives]

[The mention of being arrested made him pause and turn back, but it was more out of irritation than any desire to avoid trouble.

Bro, it wouldn't be the first time. Or the last.]

...They can attack us but we can't fight back?

[That was bullshit of the highest degree, Rude. That stupid cactus was... hobbling away on it's pointy little legs after stabbing him and he wasn't allowed to do anything?

How the hell did anyone level up around here?

At least Jolteon seemed pleased with the turn of events, (smugly) running a licked paw over the spiked fur on his head.

Cloud wanted to go home.]