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victory_road2018-02-12 07:05 pm
gobblewonked) wrote in victory_road2018-02-12 07:05 pm
Open party log, as promised!
Who: Fiddleford McGucket and anyone in Goldenrod who saw his post -- or hears the ruckus.
Where: The junkyard behind the Goldenrod magnet train station.
When: February 13th!
Summary: A WILD BIRTHDAY HOOTENANNY.
Rating: Moonshine.
Notes: Feel free to treat this like a mingle log and tag around!
When Fiddleford McGucket said party streamers, no one knew that what he meant was dozens and dozens of feet of plastic tape pulled out of old casettes and tied to any high-up piece of old rusty metal McGucket could find.
When Fiddleford McGucket said enough beans for everybody, no one could have known that there would be a bean can mountain over six feet tall piled precariously on a tarp.
When Fiddleford McGucket had said moonshine made from a Ribombee, it might have crossed some more fearful minds that he had meant that literally. Thankfully, he didn't. There are two jugs of the honeystuff going around, and if anyone who's obviously less than sixteen or so gets hold of one of them, they'll find the jar lifted out of their grip by a pair of dirty bandaged hands, possibly while McGucket himself is hanging upside-down above their heads from a garbage edifice. It's good, but don't drink too much of it. There's also nonalcoholic cider that's rather more plentiful. McGucket says it's made from apricorns, but no one is sure how he managed it. It tastes funny but it won't put hair on your chest, unless it does. It also looks not so different from that honeyshine. Be careful not to mix them up.
The banjo music, though, is exactly as promised.
The party is centered around a bonfire with a great big old pot hanging above it, full of cooking beans. The empty cans are being fed to McGucket's Trubbish and a wild one or two around. You might spot a Rattata or a spooked Pidove skittering out of a pile of trash, and McGucket himself has had to chase a Stunky away with his hat more than once.
But he greets every single party guest with a broad smile and a hearty handshake, and you're not leaving this party hungry if he can help it -- as long as you like beans.
Where: The junkyard behind the Goldenrod magnet train station.
When: February 13th!
Summary: A WILD BIRTHDAY HOOTENANNY.
Rating: Moonshine.
Notes: Feel free to treat this like a mingle log and tag around!
When Fiddleford McGucket said party streamers, no one knew that what he meant was dozens and dozens of feet of plastic tape pulled out of old casettes and tied to any high-up piece of old rusty metal McGucket could find.
When Fiddleford McGucket said enough beans for everybody, no one could have known that there would be a bean can mountain over six feet tall piled precariously on a tarp.
When Fiddleford McGucket had said moonshine made from a Ribombee, it might have crossed some more fearful minds that he had meant that literally. Thankfully, he didn't. There are two jugs of the honeystuff going around, and if anyone who's obviously less than sixteen or so gets hold of one of them, they'll find the jar lifted out of their grip by a pair of dirty bandaged hands, possibly while McGucket himself is hanging upside-down above their heads from a garbage edifice. It's good, but don't drink too much of it. There's also nonalcoholic cider that's rather more plentiful. McGucket says it's made from apricorns, but no one is sure how he managed it. It tastes funny but it won't put hair on your chest, unless it does. It also looks not so different from that honeyshine. Be careful not to mix them up.
The banjo music, though, is exactly as promised.
The party is centered around a bonfire with a great big old pot hanging above it, full of cooking beans. The empty cans are being fed to McGucket's Trubbish and a wild one or two around. You might spot a Rattata or a spooked Pidove skittering out of a pile of trash, and McGucket himself has had to chase a Stunky away with his hat more than once.
But he greets every single party guest with a broad smile and a hearty handshake, and you're not leaving this party hungry if he can help it -- as long as you like beans.
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McGucket appears out of nowhere with a ladle, and he dumps another pile of beans onto Harry's plate. He's pleased as punch to see a human being at his party, and to that end, he's playing host with great enthusiasm.
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"Thank you."
And true to his word he has his pokemon, Falkor next to him. It's a drampa that is enjoying being outside, even if it is a junkyard. Just looking around at everything.
"And happy birthday. I don't think I caught your name on the gear. I'm Harry Mason."
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"I'm good. Thanks all the same though. You throw a pretty interesting party."
Harry does not go to parties much.
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He peers at Falkor.
"Is he a-wantin' anything? I think I still got some of them contest prizes somewhere..."
McGucket starts turning out his pockets. Some very interesting things come out: a jug of moonshine, some bolts, a pocket blowtorch, no less than ten rusty bottle caps, a live Purrloin who scampes away and licks his paw in disdain...
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He glances over at Falkor. "I think Falkor's good for now, he's seems to be enjoying exploring the place..... I really should take him out more. Maybe get a few friends for him."
Harry isn't much for battling but he knows the pokemon love it.
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Man, he's glad he's not stealing Pokemon for Team Rocket anymore. Sure, he's building them giant robots instead, but at least he's not looking around for someone to kidnap at his own hootenanny. It's a real relief!
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"The house I'm staying at has a lot of pokemon as well, so I'm sure he'll make some friends at home too. I'm staying with my daughter here, Heather Mason, as well a mutual friend and a few of her friends, that the house belongs to."
Well Henry is more liked adopted second child at this point but details.
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"You say your daughter's here?" he asks, eyes wide with wonder. "You're a lucky fella! Havin' my own family here is about the only thing I can think of that could make bein' in this place even better!"
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Considering he's dead back home and was never supposed to be able to see her again, it's more a miracle than luck.
"....My wife died when Ch...my daughter was young so it's been just the two of us for a long time.....it's nice here though. Having more people around. I think it's been good for both of us."
Not hiding from a cult and all.
"What's your family like?"
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Sorry wait....what?
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"I don't suppose that you could have found a way to speak to your son that ...didn't involve a robot monster?"
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It had attracted the attention of two children and whatever animal Soos Ramirez was, but it had not gotten his son talking to him again. The look McGucket gives Harry is cheerfully vacant.
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"I'm sorry. Maybe some day in the future, if you give it some time. My daughter went a few years where she seemed to hate everything I had to say and wanted nothing to do with me, and she eventually came around."
Mostly because she was a rebel and Harry was super overprotective and semi paranoid due to the whole cult thing.
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But the melancholy only lasts so long. "Welp, that's enough about me! Go on, tell me all about your little girl! Is she this tall?" McGucket holds up a hand at chest height. "This tall?" He holds up a hand at Harry's height. "Thiiiiiis tall?" He reaches up as high as he can go.
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"I understand. But as long as you are alive, that's time you have to work it out."
As a person who is supposed to be dead and never see his daughter again, that's something Harry can really get behind. He smiles though as the man changes the subject, he doesn't blame him, after all they did just meet and besides, Harry is never one to pass off a chance to talk about his daughter now that he can.
"Just about, though I still remember when she only came up to my knee. Heather's my little girl but she's in her twenties now. She's been here for six or more years and she was seventeen when I last saw her at home. She's a wonderful person and she's a great pokemon fighter too. She has almost all the badges now."
Very proud dad, is very proud.