It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a... flying shark

[envy_the_sinners]

Who: Anyone in Olivine who wants to hop in
Where: Olivine Pokémon Center
When: Throughout July 30
Summary: There's a hurricane and the Sharpedo are flying, so the Pokémon Center is a natural place to take shelter.
Rating: starting with PG for injuries and mild language. Thanks, Sharpedonado
Log:

What a way to end a month of rain, rain, and... more rain. A hurricane striking the coast is just about as extreme as you can get, weather-wise, and Olivine City is battening down the hatches. The damage is inevitable, but people have been taking what precautions they can over the past few days.

What isn't helping is the ill-timed swarm of Sharpedo coming up the coast. So have fun when the storm starts lifting them out of the water and flinging them at innocent bystanders.

The Pokémon Center is an obvious safe place for travelers to hunker down and wait out the storm. It's equipped with provisions and (hopefully) space to accommodate most anyone who needs shelter. Power will more than likely be lost at some point, but the best people can do for now is wait this disaster out.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

Blake remembered that voice. A punch to the head tended to do wonders for recall.

Then a yellow round thing came barreling down the stairs. Steve yelped in surprise around her mouthful of generator.

"Hey!" Blake yelled up the stairs from where he sat on the basement floor. "Don't go throwing armadillos down here!"

[rocketralph]

"What?" Ralph's voice came from above. He leaned around the corner and looked down into the gloom where his Sandshrew was unfurling and trying to shake her senses right-side-up. "Bossy! Quit runnin' off like that. You're down half and need to see the nurses!"

"Shrew!" Bossy shot back as she dusted herself off. Then she spotted the last 'mon she expected to meet face to face. Steve! Ignoring her trainer completely the Sandshrew bounded over chattering excitedly.

Ralph just groaned and started to squeeze his way down the stairs. Fine, he'd just grab her himself.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Steve looked up and Snub!bed in excitement. It was her friend from the network! She jumped away to go say hello.

When Blake looked up, there was a guy about the size and shape of a boulder lumbering down the stairs. "She's fine," he said, pouring water out of his boot.

The lights dimmed, and Steve started back guiltily. She'd forgotten her job for a second there.

Blake waved her off. "You're on break. The flying rat can take over."

He pulled a ball from his waist. "You're up, Tom Landry."

Soon there was an Emolga electrocuting the generator to life. Blake threw a glance at Donkey Kong the big old bastard.

"If you're here to punch me in the head, a couple thousand gallons of water beat you to it."

[rocketralph]

Ralph let out a chuckle and lifted both of his FACE DESTROYING HANDS in a 'no weapons' gesture.

"Not today, chief. Nobody's put a hit out on you far as I know. Bossy, c'mere!"

"Shrew!" The Sandshrew shot something quite rude back at her trainer before throwing her stubby arms around Steve's neck. Somebody SANE! Somebody who genuinely liked her! If someone had told her after that prom that she'd be so eager to see a pink blob dog with a built-in dress again she would have called them crazy. She gestured to Steve's chrome chompers curiously.

"Bah," Ralph waved an arm. Fine, ignore him. See if he cares. He looked around the dank basement and can't help but freeze up at every little electrical pop that he hears. "Been a while..."

[lieutenantantichrist]

That wasn't that comforting, when they're hands that could bend fucking sewer pipes, but it was a good faith kind of gesture.

"Good. I got enough of a pain in my ass from the weather."

Steve, for her part, was returning the hug with enthusiasm. It was a rare treat to see a friend in person. She explained how she was Thunder Fang'ing the generator into working. She was helping! Also she'd thrown a bunch of sandbags around.

"Yep," Blake agreed. "Funny thing, how we never go get a beer or anything. You're stuck here too, huh?"

He looked up at Ralph and saw the odd, stiff way he was standing. "Relax. The rat won't blow up anything. It's just keeping the lights on."

[rocketralph]

"...Good." As somebody who used to live in an electronic device that plugged into the wall, Ralph wasn't a huge fan of storms. His attention lingered on the living sparkplug before looking up at the ceiling. "And yeah, me an' the kid were hikin' and before we could get too far outta town the sky opened up."