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)

Comments

[samson]

[No, it's not precious, it's horrible! Where is Ezio, he will agree.

The pidove makes excited chirping noises and hops up into Molotov's lap, nuzzling against her. Brock just makes a face.]

Aw, c'mon, he's dirty ...

[molotov]

[It's just a little baby bird, it's so cute! Molotov strokes its head as her cubchoo comes over to investigate.]

He is not dirty, why would he be dirty?

[samson]

He's like a pigeon, of course he's dirty.

[molotov]

But he is not wild, he was given to us by the castle.

[samson]

They're naturally dirty or something, I don't know. [FROWN.]

Anyway, he's annoying. He can go be a wild pigeon if he wants, but he won't.

[molotov]

He is no more naturally dirty than you are. And he is yours, the castle gave him to you for a reason. Think of him as a tiny Venture, weak and in need of your protection.

[samson]

[FOLDS ARMS PETULANTLY] The castle turned you into a cat once, was that for a reason?

[molotov]

That was contagious, half the castle was cats.

Here, a name will help you bond. [She holds the little pidove up to her face.] How about... Malenkov, huh? You like that?

[samson]

Okay, what about when you were an elf? Or a little kid? Or -- what the hell, that's a dumb name.

[the stupid pigeon thing is just watching this conversation skeptically. humans....]

[molotov]

I am sure all of those things happened for some reason. And nyet, it is not a dumb name! It is a good name!

[She is defensive about this, and cradles Pidove to her chest, like he was the one who was insulted.]

[samson]

[the pidove doesn't even care... but he seems to like the cradling, or more specifically he likes the chest part, because he starts nuzzling all up in there.]

No, it's -- hey! Cut that out! [THIS BIRD IS GETTING ALL UP ON HIS WOMAN]

[molotov]

What is your problem?!

[IT'S A BIRD, SAMSON! STOP.]

[samson]

[A BIRD THAT LIKES TITS, YOU MEAN]

Look at him!

[molotov]

[T'S STILL JUST A BIRD]

What! He is starved for affection.

[samson]

[A PERVY BIRD]

He's -- that's not attention!

[the bird gives Brock a smug look and snuggles more....... or maybe he's just looking at Brock innocuously, it is a mystery

[molotov]

[What is Brock's problem, seriously? It's probably a good thing they can't have a baby in Paradisa. He might attack an infant for breastfeeding!]

You are acting crazy. This world has made you go crazy.

[samson]

[No, because a baby needs boobs in order to live! Pokemon do not need boobs, get outta there, pokemon.]

You're crazy!

[Brock, stop ...]

[molotov]

How am I crazy?

[samson]

Because you're letting it -- [wild, vague gestures!!!]

[molotov]

Letting it what? What are you talking about!!

[Brock, seriously, only you think this way.]

[samson]

[letting it nuzzle your dirty pillows] He's copping a feel!!

[molotov]

[Molotov stares for a moment.]

He is a bird!

[samson]

They're like -- sentient! They're smarter than regular animals!

[molotov]

That does not mean it is capable of "copping a feel"!

[samson]

You're naive.