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PARADISA MODS ([personal profile] paradisamods) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2012-04-02 02:35 pm
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CASTELIA CITY

[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!

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[personal profile] fistfullofmagic 2012-04-04 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
...I think I may have found my loss.

[Not the greatest ice-breaker, but probably forgivable given that every attempt at navigation had lead only to more aimless wanderings and ending up in places Dhaos was quite sure should not connect. That, and the fact that the white-haired man is perhaps the only one other than Martel he felt at all comfortable sharing this with.

The Duskull cheerily pipes in that swablu's trainer is pretty.]
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[personal profile] radiantwingedone 2012-04-05 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Duke blinks – uselessly, as Dhaos is aware – in the man's direction. Found? Must have been something less evident – such as Lowell's seeming inability to cook or Scifo's lack of skill. ]

.... Less obvious of one? [ Okay, it hadn't been the easiest thing to notice, he was half stunned at the time. Not quite sure how to reply to that, but his swablu agrees, and wiggles out from under his absently stroking fingers and hops up to his shoulder to continue preening him. ]