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]

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.

[samson]

Pfft. Of course you would.

[He just stoops to pick up the blanket, folds it over his arm, and waits for her to lead the way.]

[molotov]

What, you want to be left in a vegetative state?

[Lead she does! Chihanchka and Malenkov follow.]

[samson]

I said a weird disease, not a coma. Bitch.

[He's being cheerful about it, though. It's a term of endearment! Also, he takes a moment to glance at her ass before following as well.]

[molotov]

Weird diseases lead to comas, asshole.

[Molotov leads them all to a little street cafe. Yay!]

[samson]

I'll smack the hell out of you.

[Still cheerful!! But he should probably knock it off while they're in public, ha ha ha.]

[molotov]

Do not start what you cannot finish.

[Molotov takes a seat at an outdoor table, and her Cubchoo flops down at her feet, sending up another little flurry.]

[samson]

Oh, I'll finish it alright. We just have to wait until we're married.

[He sits down too.

The Pidove hops up on the table and Brock just stares at it.]

[molotov]

No head starts, kroshka.

[Molotov pets Malenkov, and then a waitress comes to take their order.]

[samson]

[Head ... he'll show you head, Molotov!!

No, he doesn't say that, just rolls his eyes and smirks at her across the table.]