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victory_road2016-06-23 10:49 am
toothaches) wrote in victory_road2016-06-23 10:49 am
Track 1 - [Video / Action for New Bark Town]
[ACTION FOR NEW BARK, MORNING]
[It seems that there is a Wheezing loose in town somewhere if one is to judge by the sound of labored breathing, coughing, and of course, wheezing. If you were to follow it, however, you'd find a very worn out young man instead of a poison-type Pokemon.]
[Maurice has been alive and human for a full two hours now and still hasn't quite caught onto this whole breathing thing. The pale man feels stupid for having been so spoiled by his brief undead condition. He can be found sitting on the ground and leaning against buildings or benches (never quite making it ONTO said benches) with a hand planted against his heart as he makes his way around town and attempts to explore.]
[His beating heart. This is like a wonderful dream and a terrible nightmare all rolled into one. His backpack lay half strewn before him as he tries to puzzle out the things he's been given along with the spiel Mom gave him. Some food. Some clothes. Ugh, a book. TIME TO TOSS THAT OUT! He sends it fluttering over his shoulder. Some weird...spray bottle thingies...probably breath spray. He's not entirely convinced he's not actually having a dying dream behind that Wendy's dumpster he remembers passing out behind.]
This is crazy. This is all crazy. But. I don't even--[A choking cough.] know if I wanna wake up from all this...
[VIDEO, NOON-ISH]
[Starter Pokemon? DISCOVERED. Bento box? DEMOLISHED. Now it is time for...TECHNOLOGY. Maurice has never used a 'phone' like this before and the feed is filled with his scrunched up, thoughtful face as he fumbles with the buttons. The man is pale--sickly pale with bags under his eyes that would absolutely not fit in any airline overhead compartment. His hair is faded and plastered to his forehead under the hat he's found in his backpack. Probably the most notable thing about him is the mouthful of steak knives that serve for his teeth--and the doofy little gap right in the middle.]
God...God. Come on. Where is the--Ugh! I can't do this. I don't know how to do any of this. Maybe I shouldn't have thrown away that book...
[Suddenly a huge grey snout with a wicked horn on the very tip plants itself against his cheek and lets out a concerned rumble. The grouchy fellow's frown melts instantly. Sure Maurice is a little feverish, lost, and afraid, but at least he has a RHINO DINO to keep him company holy shit he loves this thing. Maurice turns, angling the gear so that only half of the duo is visible. He pats the Rhyhorn's rocky forehead.]
Ahaw, Meatloaf, it's okay, dude. I don't need this dumb thing anyway. I got you!
[It seems that there is a Wheezing loose in town somewhere if one is to judge by the sound of labored breathing, coughing, and of course, wheezing. If you were to follow it, however, you'd find a very worn out young man instead of a poison-type Pokemon.]
[Maurice has been alive and human for a full two hours now and still hasn't quite caught onto this whole breathing thing. The pale man feels stupid for having been so spoiled by his brief undead condition. He can be found sitting on the ground and leaning against buildings or benches (never quite making it ONTO said benches) with a hand planted against his heart as he makes his way around town and attempts to explore.]
[His beating heart. This is like a wonderful dream and a terrible nightmare all rolled into one. His backpack lay half strewn before him as he tries to puzzle out the things he's been given along with the spiel Mom gave him. Some food. Some clothes. Ugh, a book. TIME TO TOSS THAT OUT! He sends it fluttering over his shoulder. Some weird...spray bottle thingies...probably breath spray. He's not entirely convinced he's not actually having a dying dream behind that Wendy's dumpster he remembers passing out behind.]
This is crazy. This is all crazy. But. I don't even--[A choking cough.] know if I wanna wake up from all this...
[VIDEO, NOON-ISH]
[Starter Pokemon? DISCOVERED. Bento box? DEMOLISHED. Now it is time for...TECHNOLOGY. Maurice has never used a 'phone' like this before and the feed is filled with his scrunched up, thoughtful face as he fumbles with the buttons. The man is pale--sickly pale with bags under his eyes that would absolutely not fit in any airline overhead compartment. His hair is faded and plastered to his forehead under the hat he's found in his backpack. Probably the most notable thing about him is the mouthful of steak knives that serve for his teeth--and the doofy little gap right in the middle.]
God...God. Come on. Where is the--Ugh! I can't do this. I don't know how to do any of this. Maybe I shouldn't have thrown away that book...
[Suddenly a huge grey snout with a wicked horn on the very tip plants itself against his cheek and lets out a concerned rumble. The grouchy fellow's frown melts instantly. Sure Maurice is a little feverish, lost, and afraid, but at least he has a RHINO DINO to keep him company holy shit he loves this thing. Maurice turns, angling the gear so that only half of the duo is visible. He pats the Rhyhorn's rocky forehead.]
Ahaw, Meatloaf, it's okay, dude. I don't need this dumb thing anyway. I got you!
[Video]
Well, it's important to have if you want to know what's safe to eat so you don't wind up shitting violently in the woods at four AM every night.
[Video]
Oh my god. Has that happened to you?
[Video]
[Video]
[He was going to have to READ. This wasn't paradise at all! He's been bamboozled!]
Maaaaaaan. I hate reading. But I guess if it's life or shitting my brains out...
[Video]
[Heather loses the vaguely-psychotic 8D face for something a little more neutral, and her tone sobers up too.]
Like-- look, the important thing is don't eat random shit you find in the woods. But it takes a good couple of days to get to the next thing remotely resembling civilization and it's gonna pay to know what to expect.
That's what the Handbook's for. It's not like a be-all-end-all info hub or anything, but it'll help you not wind up shitting your brains out in the forest.
And getting attacked by wild animals while shitting your brains out in a forest.
[Video]
You are really fixated on this shitting thing but I do appreciate the advice. I have some money, I think I'm gonna stock up and leave the foraging to my Pokemon.
[Maurice is quiet for a moment as he thinks about his future.]
What's your name?
[Video]
[All bathroom-related warnings aside, she just spent the better part of a week subsisting entirely on what safe foods she could find out in the wild, and she wouldn't wish that on anybody. Her kingdom for a mouthful of freakin' trail mix.]
Name's Heather.
[Video]
[Video]
At this point, it's probably straight-up my civic duty to help out the rookies.