route_1065 | 1st Live Show

Who: Cecil Palmer and YOU
Where: All over Goldenrod
When: The week of the 14th all through the 21st
Summary: Cecil does not understand the Pokemon world's festivities and so he fears and detests them.
Rating: Possibly PG-13 due to the nature of Cecil's canon and his worldviews
Log:

[With Goldenrod being a decently big city and the holidays looming ever ominously closer, Cecil has decided to camp out here for at least the end of the month. He has somehow also purchased a garish holiday sweater, which he has taken to wearing as he looks over the festivities in a whirl of confusion and fear.]

[During the first part of the week, he has decided to take advantage of the busier shopping days to be a barista. Be wary if you ordered anything that has nutmeg in it--or asked for nutmeg in anything you ordered that doesn't ordinarily contain it. He might have added too much nutmeg.

Like. A cup too much. Let's hope you notice lest you spend the next several hours in nightmarish pain.

If you don't notice--or at least, if you only notice when you feel the tingling burn of the spices at work--you might notice Ballou smiling widely at your pain. Yes, your anguish is sustaining the beast. ~~Don't worry, he won't last till the end of the week.~~]

[All through the week, he can be found just wandering around the Christmas market, the department store, or Goldenrod in general. He'll have at least one of his Pokemon out with him most of the time, whether it's Ballou sitting atop his shoulders, Delora floating around with a bag on its head as per usual, or even Cecil with Richard out trying to see if any of the ornaments will fit on him.]

[In the last stretch of the week, he'll still mostly be hanging around the Christmas market, although his Pokemon will be hovering around the area, passing out pamphlets warning everyone in the vicinity about the dangers of wheat and wheat by-products: that they will turn into venomous snakes, malevolent spirits, and may or may not do things like curse your family, spontaneously combust, or contaminate the surrounding area with wheat fallout. (And the carbs...) The pamphlets go on to warn that the Christmas spirit is not about baking things, or giving baked goods, or even receiving them--but if you do any holiday baking this year, you should definitely try a gluten-free recipe.

So. You know.]

[OOC: This is the catchall for "come bother Cecil bother bother" during the holidays! If you don't like any of the above scenarios, feel free to come up with your own.

I'm also shamelessly plugging in his OOC egg post from earlier this month, in case anyone wants to get on that.]

Threaded | Flat

[Jimmy has been spending a lot of time in the Christmas Market this month, so naturally the way that Jimmy runs into Cecil proper is when his Breloom comes trotting back to him with one of those pamphlets in his claws, holding it out for Jimmy to take. Here, he got this from a nice stranger!

He takes a moment to read it over before looking to see Cecil's other Pokemon pushing pamphlets onto passerby. He approaches with a paper in hand, his Breloom at one side and his Volcarona hovering at his other.

Hope you like giant walking mushrooms and fire moths, Cecil.]

Hey there! Did your Pokemon give mine this?

[He asks curiously, holding out the paper in question.]

[Naturally, in the Christmas season, it would be a given that Veronica would run into Cecil at least once.

A shame that it was when he was a barista.

It wasn't even her that met him first. Sometime, earlier in the week, two Gengars floated up to his stand. The two ghosts were only indistinguishable by the hair clips in 2shade's "hair". Wicked G was busy chortling to himself, looking over the many concoctions with his sister.]

2shade! Wicked G!

[Sure enough, Veronica followed a moment later, trailed by her Sylveon. Her Gengars looked at each other one last time and floated back to their trainer, waving their arms happily. Look, trainer! We have found refreshments!]

Wha... Oh. [Well, she'd already tried some other places...She walked over to Cecil.] Do you serve drinks?

[You know, he really didn't expect to come to the store only to have like ten pamphlets shoved at him about the dangers of wheat. This... is kind of weird. Mondo looks them over warily for a moment before locating the guy seemingly responsible for this.]

Hey, you!

[He shoves his way through the crowd toward Cecil. He doesn't look angry, just bewildered.]

What the fuck are these?

[He shakes one of the pamphlets in Cecil's face.]

[ Valmont's been out Christmas shopping, if you can call it that. Buying a present for one person, who doesn't even celebrate Christmas, more like. But caring about even one other person is thirsty work, and after all that he figures he deserves a drink.

He's not looking at the barista as he approaches the counter, baristas being common people beneath his notice. So it's only when he's right in front of him that he recognizes who he's dealing with. ]

You - ! The one with the furry pants!

[ He'd... never gotten the man's name, had he.

Well. It doesn't make sense to refuse to patronize someone just because they can't dress themself. And besides, he's thirsty. ]

I do hope your drink-making skills aren't as utterly abysmal as your... fashion sense.

[ He pauses doubtfully before those last two words, as though he isn't sure that whatever Cecil has going on can even be termed "fashion sense". ]

What are your options, then?

_{[Guess who finally made it out of the Rocket Base and into the great outdoors?]

[Wrath, fresh with a few Rocket-training sessions under his hand-me-down belt, is trotting through the market and getting distracted by things approximately every three feet. THERE'S SO MUCH THAT SPARKLES. He has never seen this much sparkly stuff in one place before. IT'S AMAZING.]

[Of course, Cecil has likely accumulated a small crowd around him with his theatrical flyer-giving, and Wrath literally can't resist going over to take a look.]

[A scruffy child shoves his way through the crowd at roughly waist-height to see what's going on.]}

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oh my god Wrath needs a pamphlet