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[these_balls]

Who: Anyone in route_29!
Where: Standing in front of your PC!
When: The Week of September 14 through 20
Summary: A mod-hosted venue for players to thread out trades of Gen VI Pokemon!
Rating: G unless otherwise specified (so please specify if necessary)!
Log:



HOW TO USE THIS LOG:

• We've provided seven headers, one for each day, swarm, and location!

• Characters currently in the area who are offering to send out swarm Pokemon on that day should respond to that header with offers/an IC starter of choice/etc!

• Characters who have incorporated an offer to send out Pokemon in one of their own posts are also invited to link to their posts on this log if they so desire!

• Characters looking for swarm Pokemon respond to available starters and thread from there!

• Threads completed on this log do count towards AC, provided they meet our usual standards!

• Please try to keep threads reasonably on-topic; while we're in no way discouraging characters from making friends and building CR on this log, please utilize network posts or IC inboxes for threads purely relating to general gameplay conversations.

• For general information about the swarm plot, check here!

• For this week's swarm calendar, check here!

• For moderator questions about the swarm plot, check here!

Comments

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake is at a cafe table under a patio umbrella.

This takes a moment to see, as he is also under a shifting, cooing, flapping flock of curious little birds. They hop over his arms, nibble curiously at his buttons, and purloin the lettuce from the crust of a sandwich left over on a plate on the table.

Sitting very still, he stares unblinking into the camera as one murrs softly and rubs its head against his cheek. His eyes are portals into a dark place beyond anger.]

Get. These chirpy little assholes. Away from me.

[tentacletrainer]

[She's...she's trying really hard not to laugh. You can see it on her face. Rose did her very best to get all the giggles out before responding but now that she's looking at it again, it's really hard.]

They seem to...r-really like you...pfft...

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Rose gets a baleful glare that can only come from a man with champagne-colored down all over his shoulders.] I didn't ask for any fuckin' pink bird groupies.

Hey! [He yells at one that's tugging at the zipper of his backpack.] Get outta there! Don't you have somebody's car to go crap on?

[He looks back to Rose.] You want one? You want a dozen?

[The nuzzling of his cheek never stops. Never, ever stops.

His eyelid twitches.]

You want some fried drumsticks and a feather boa?

[tentacletrainer]

[Yeah. Sorry. She's laughing.]

While drumsticks do sound good and I could rock a feathered boa in that shade of pink fabulously, I believe I can only offer to take one off your hands for you.

[Come on, it can't be that bad! They really like you! What is better than the love of a Pokemon?]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Yeah, yeah, see how funny it is when you have one of these bastards getting all friendly with your beard.

[The one nestled by his face chirrups. It's all scratchy!]

All right, hold on a second. C'mere you little-

[One's strutting across the table in reach, so he grabs it by its legs.

Turns out they do not like being grabbed by their legs.]

Ow! Son of a bitch!

[He yanks back his pecked hand as the tiny bird flaps off, shrilly tweeting its opinion of him in detail.]

Christ, will one of you bastards hold still?

[Steve happens to hear from the sidewalk nearby, where she is chalking a tiny-bird-sized hopscotch court on the pavement and being no help at all. There's a row of birds taking turns to bounce their way across. She gives the nearest a gentle bop on the head.

Blake's still grabbing uselessly at the little things and snarling profanities when Steve taps him on the knee. She holds out the woozy bird.] -little tweety pieces of-- oh. Thanks.

[He digs out a ball and soon the thing is safely ensconced. He holds it up to the camera.]

There ya go. I'll drop it in the mail as soon as Alfred Hitchcock's fuckin' wet dream dies down some.

[wing_attack]

I'll take one. Actually, I think I know where you are - I can come pick one up from you.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[There is a hint of fluffy, sweet-scented madness in Blake's eyes.]

Take them! Take a fucking shopping cart full of the little bastards!

[wing_attack]

[He has to work very hard not to laugh.]

I'll take a few, sure. I'm good with birds. I'll be there soon.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Bring a net.

[He glares coldly at the one diving into his pocket and grabbing an old receipt as a new toy.]

Or a shotgun.

[wing_attack]

I think maybe some Pokeballs might do.

[But he does show up pretty quickly, Regal the Rufflet riding on his shoulder and Rachel the Teddiursa walking next to him. He whistles and Regal lets out a cry, trying to assert some dominance, while Rachel goes to tackle the nearest one.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[At the big bird's cry, all the little ones look sharply up. Shit, that's the closest to quiet and stillness Blake has had in the past two hours. You are already in the plus column, kid. He waves, with one little pink bird in his hand. He has long since given up on dislodging the one nuzzling his face.

Blake has discovered that while the things don't appreciate being grabbed by the legs, they don't give a damn if you pick them up by the body and sniff them.]

You want this one? Smells like cinnamon. Also got vanilla, sandalwood, and over there I swear to fuckin' god, the one in the ashtray smells like Old Spice.

[wing_attack]

Sure.

[He pulls out a Pokeball and taps the one Rachel's got in her paws, and then the one in Blake's hands. The one in the ashtray goes next, followed by the other two. Congrats, Blake. You are now wiggling-bird free. He holds the other Pokeballs out to him. Rachel looks pleased with herself, and Regal is preening.]

[lullabytes]

...Can I have one?

[ CUTE ]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Sure you can.

[Blake's voice is eerily even, while there is something not fully sane about his gaze.

A little pink bird hops onto his head, tweets melodiously, and nestles into his hair.]

You can have a whole pillowcase full of them.

[lullabytes]

...I'll take just one, perhaps...Kuzuryuu-kun would get annoyed if I took too many...

[lieutenantantichrist]

I don't know who that is but if he doesn't like these little bastards then he can't be all bad.

[He grabs one as it hops over the fork on the table. It tweets placidly.]

I'll stick it in the mail for you.