05-Bitchy voice (Backdated to yesterday.)

[jimfromit]

Ugh the rain, the rain... It's just liquid precipitation you idiots, not the end of the world.

Have your lives become that dull that you've resorted to giving each other weather reports to add colour to your existence here?

Can't you all talk about something less mundane?

[ Moriarty is a Consultant crankypants today, It might have something to do with the fact he collapsed recently despite him usually being quite healthy. This is also before the water reached biblical levels.]

021 ~ Evacuate [Backdated to Code Blair announcement] - [Action/Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

I knew this damn weather wasn't good!

Attention everyone in the Terrere Tower, the order's been given to evacuate. Any kids who need help getting to room 514, let me know.

Anyone else who needs help, you know what to do. This counts for the entire castle. If you're sensitive, in any way, to dark magic, or demonic presences, let me know beforehand. I'd rather not mix in any more unpleasantness.

Residents of the Tererre Tower, if I don't see you out of your rooms, I'm shimmering in and making you get out. This is not a drill.

[OOC: Sorry for the double-post... Feel free to bump into Cole as he's going around banging on doors. Yours may be a door he's banging on.]

Treasure 008# Flood!!! [Backdated to 1 April, Action & Dictated]

[youhavebeenflynned]

[The rain had poured down all day. Coming from the UK Harry isn't all that suprised by it. It also reminds him why he left his home country. Although it hardly rains this much over there...

He had spent most of the day inside in a bored mood. Just sitting around isn't the most fun Harry would like to do. He sat and sketched some in a note block he had wished up when his journal started sending out panicked sounds from the other residents. He ignores it for the moment but not long thereafter he finally scrolls through the journal. The messages about the flood makes him go all cold. It reminds him of one time when he and Drake was exploring a ruin which suddenly started to fill up with water. They had somehow triggered a trap and had merely got out with their life still intact. He quickly grabs a satchel and places som stuff in it before he heads out of his room. Once outside he sees a tide of water which travels down the corridor towards him. He quickly starts running towards the stairs in pursuit for higher ground. The journal picks up some paniced noises coming from him as he runs.]

Bloody hell... Shit. Get out of the way! Hurry!

eighth ;

[queensconsort]

[It looks like someone's a little lost in the forests around... somewhere. At first glance, the six-foot-something man could pass for a short Charizard, but it's really cosplay. He's wearing a cartoonish hat; his long, red-streaked silver hair leaks from beneath it. Limp homemade wings fasten to his back via small shoulder straps. Beneath his ridiculous costume, he's wearing some kind of crimson tunic.

His only companion-- perhaps the only one who can understand him-- is a Charmander babbling about how crazy this guy is in Pokéspeak.]

Char! Charmander!

[Poké Maniac Krasus is not very stealthy, but that doesn't keep him from jumping out of the bushes and confronting would-be trainers and travelers. If one isn't spooked by his sudden appearance, they just might die laughing.]

[ooc: CRAZY OLD GUY THINKS HE'S A CHARIZARD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND PERHAPS A SPARE PAIR OF PANTS]

CASTELIA CITY

[paradisamods]

[Not long after sunrise, the ship docks in a large harbor on the edge of a great city.

Welcome to Castelia City!



Tall buildings tower over the landscape, and people crowd the streets as they make their way toward their destination. There are seldom any cars in the crowded streets, as many prefer to travel by bike or by foot, or public transit.

It seems the ship has arrived just as the city is waking up to start its day. With a city this big, one might need the whole day just to explore it.

The ship's crew thanks everyone for sailing with them, as it has been their pleasure. They certainly hope their sea-faring friends will enjoy themselves in the city.

With so much to explore, what will you do next?]


(ooc: The Pokémon plot has begun! Have fun and as always, thread-jacking is welcomed and highly encouraged!

Sections: PROFESSOR JUN | HOTEL | SHOPS | CENTRAL PLAZA)

first memory sequence // action & dictacted

[seventeenth]

[So that had been interesting, the whole 'appearing somewhere he didn't recognize in the middle of some sort of flood, with people he didn't know darting back and forth all around him' thing. And then there'd been some sort of huge blue snake-dragon thing, followed by a boat, followed by more people. When he'd tried to retreat he'd been accosted by some sort of fire-breathing tiger-striped dog thing; it was pretty cute and interesting, but was also surreal and strange and it wouldn't leave him alone.]

[The journal, which he'd discovered in his pocket, had been the most normal thing he'd encountered so far -- at first at least. Now he's started to flip through it and he's discovering just how wrong he'd been in assuming it was normal. He reads several pages, not understanding at all, before he finally flips all the way back to the end -- still not understanding at all. The tiger-dog wait patiently alongside him, but he barely pays the critter any attention.]

What the hell is this thing?

[Dictated]

[modernholmes]

It seems we're in for another ridiculous castle incident.  Has anyone made any progress in getting these pokemon creatures to go away?

... Has anyone seen Ran-neechan?

Heiji-niichan?  Are you still here?

What about everyone else?

+104

[imnot_likeyou]

[Okay, Pokemon. Sam can handle this again. It wasn't that bad the last time around. He's got the Pokeball in his hand and he put that and his journal down for a second as he went to rummage around in his bag for something, and in the process the ball rolls off the bench and bounces down to the ground, releasing the Pokemon inside.]

Psy. Psyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

[there's a long beat.







A very long beat, followed by a groan.]

... Not again.

100.1 - (Voltorb is 100 in the National Pokedex)

[hard_talker]

[sadly, there's no music at the start of tonight's broadcast - just faint city sounds through Mark's open window before he pipes up into the journal]

Okay, y'know what the worst thing about Castelia City is, fellow residents? They've never heard of Leonard Cohen. I've been to four music stores so far, and - okay, sure, I found myself a job working in one of them, so I can pay for stuff while we're stuck here. But I bought a few CDs, and so far, they all suck ass. If you're looking for something to do, I wouldn't suggest hitting up the live music circuit.

Then again, I guess we're all kind of still recovering from being flooded out, rescued by a dragon-thing, and dumped here in this city all at once, so. I'll go easy on the rants. But, hey, if there're any of you actually looking for something to do, or read, we had a nice little poem about the lobsters, if anyone missed the greatest thing since the Tale of Gilgamesh, and Maya was cool enough to give our new kids Ten Tips From A Veteran, complete with a shout-out to yours truly! This'll be particularly useful to our new arrivals: Yuuya, Rick, Quinn, Nina, Noah, Glenn, Ein, and Desmond.  Somebody else showed up, too, some really angry guy, but I didn't get a name.

Murmur mur, mur-mur.

What?!

Murrrrrrrrrr.

[Mark peers down at his newly-acquired Pokemon and realizes it's chewing on a CD case]  Oh.  Um.  Shit.

Anyone know what these things eat--?   Maybe we should make this sort of a  ... impromptu info-sharing broadcast.  Break from the norm a little.   Tell you what.  You all start sharing info, and I'll stop playing this.

[and in goes one of his horrible new CDs.  better make it quick for the sake of your eardrums, folks!]

The stupid fish followed me

[waterproofed]

So cool! I finally get to see where Alcaeus came from! Hey, I wonder where he is, anyway?

[that is when he notices the two Pokeballs. He opens one and out pops his Tentacool!]

Hey, Alcaeus! I was just talking about you! ... But... who's in the other ball?

Karp. Magi, magikarp.

Urrrgh, not you!