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

[molotov]

You are a liar, you just do not want me to have him. Because you are insane.

[samson]

[more like he doesn't want your breasts to have him]

No -- this is like a challenge now. I'm going to take care of him. Gimme. [GRABBY HANDS]

[molotov]

[Molotov does not hand it over. She instead raises the bird to eye-level.]

Is that what you want, Malenkov? To go with Brock?

[samson]

[Oh my god Brock's eyes are going to pop out of their sockets he is rolling them so hard!!!

The Pidove, meanwhile, just looks back and forth between the two of them. He is in love with Brock, probably, but this lady has nice boobs ...]

[molotov]

[Eat a dick, Samson, it is the bird's choice.]

Hmm? Go with mean Brock who ignores you and thinks you are dirty, or stay with me and be my pokemon?

[samson]

[Well, the Pidove seems to say with its very expressive bird-face and clucking of its own species, Brock is mean and a jerk BUT HE'S SO HANDSOME AND WONDERFUL, HE IS MY MASTER WEHHHH

I'm not kidding, the Pidove is sobbing right now. It's such a hard decision!!!

Brock just looks on like this is the dumbest thing he's ever seen.]

[molotov]

[Molotov coos, and nuzzles the top of the poor Pidove's head with her cheek.]

Poor baby, I know. But look, Brock does not even care about you. He just wants you so that I cannot have you.

[She points at Brock.]

See how much contempt he has for you? He is American, incapable of appreciating what he has, a wonderful pokemon like you.

[samson]

What -- stop it!

[E X A S P E R A T I O N]

Just ... give me the freaking bird. You, get over here. [snapping his fingers like the Pidove is a dog, Brock ...]

[molotov]

[Molotov, again, does not listen to him. She continues to leave this choice to the Pidove! And she keeps talking to it, too, her voice soothing and manipulatively melodic.]

He is so mean.

[samson]

[MOLOTOV HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU]

Stop poisoning the bird against me, you --

[no, that's stupid. Brock, stop talking.]

Just ... you, come here. Guy. [refuses to say its dumb Russian name]

[molotov]

[STILL IGNORING YOU, BROCK]

Huh, what do you want, Malenkov?

[samson]

[STILL GONNA KILL YOU, MOLOTOV]

The little dude wants to come with me. Right? Yeah.

[The Pidove just looks MISERABLE OH NO WHY ARE HIS PARENTS FIGHTING wait no.

He nuzzles into Molotov's bust for an uncomfortably long time (for Brock), and then climbs off her lap to hop toward Brock.]

[molotov]

[Molotov makes a little 'hmph' noise, and Chihanchka sends up another little snow flurry.

Dumb bird.]

[samson]

[LOOK HE WON

SUCK IT, COCKTEASE

Brock does his best not to put his smug face on over here.]

Alright. You having a picnic or something?

[molotov]

[Pfft, whatever, just wait until he starts neglecting it again, and Molotov fills the void. With boobs.]

Nyet, but I was thinking about going to a cafe or something.

[samson]

[Eying dat bear

and I guess his stupid bird now too, who has taken up nuzzling against Brock's leg. SIGH.]

They let these things in restaurants here?

[molotov]

They seem to go everywhere else.

[samson]

That's got to break some kind of health code.

[molotov]

I doubt their health codes are the ones you are used to.

[samson]

[SQUINT] And you're sure you wanna eat somewhere?

[molotov]

As opposed to not eating for a week or more? The pokemon go everywhere, I doubt there is any food at all that has not been in their presence.

[samson]

[SIGH] Fine, but if I get Ebola or something, you're taking care of me.

[molotov]

I do not think pokemon carry Ebola.

[But she stands up!]

[samson]

That's why I said or something.

[molotov]

If you get sick from pokemon, I promise to pull the plug when the time comes, sokol.