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victory_road2018-03-18 05:41 pm
lordofthefries) wrote in victory_road2018-03-18 05:41 pm
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Who: Three AoT kids and one garbage grandpa?
Where: The Goldenrod City junkyard
When: March 18th
Summary: Before Sasha and Bertolt head back out on the road, it's time for Sunday dinner with friends, old and new alike.
Rating: G rated for found family dinners!
This place is a dump.
No, literally, it's a garbage dump and they're surrounded by all kinds of trash, both the Pokemon kind and all sorts of pieces of junk that Sasha has assumed that Mr. McGucket had collected over his time here. She isn't rude enough to judge a man on where he lives, though, especially when it's probably all someone has and that person was kind enough to welcome them on into his makeshift home, even if they were only friends of Jean. Not only that, the old man let Sasha have free reign of his... uh, "kitchen".
But strangely enough, his metal can firepit is much more suited for her cooking abilities than the unfamiliar indoor gadget they call a stove nowadays. Without knobs and timers and beeping things that annoy you until you take the food out, Sasha manages to cobble together a pretty decent Sunday dinner: roasted chicken (please don't ask where the store gets chicken from; Sasha likes to pretend she doesn't want to know), an assortment of equally roasted vegetables, and some rustic looking bread (in other words, it's a lumpy bumpy awkward shaped loaf of bread, but it's fresh and soft and probably doesn't even need any butter, just some chicken drippings.)
Whenever all four bellies are full, Sasha will make sure that the Trubbish pair gets their fill of the veggie scraps and bones and because she used his burps to light the pit, Barbecue, her Arcanine, gets to lick her plate clean. It's a quiet and peaceful night, something Sasha hasn't had in a very long time, and she almost doesn't want it to end.
But it has to. The life of a Pokemon trainer never stays still.
Where: The Goldenrod City junkyard
When: March 18th
Summary: Before Sasha and Bertolt head back out on the road, it's time for Sunday dinner with friends, old and new alike.
Rating: G rated for found family dinners!
This place is a dump.
No, literally, it's a garbage dump and they're surrounded by all kinds of trash, both the Pokemon kind and all sorts of pieces of junk that Sasha has assumed that Mr. McGucket had collected over his time here. She isn't rude enough to judge a man on where he lives, though, especially when it's probably all someone has and that person was kind enough to welcome them on into his makeshift home, even if they were only friends of Jean. Not only that, the old man let Sasha have free reign of his... uh, "kitchen".
But strangely enough, his metal can firepit is much more suited for her cooking abilities than the unfamiliar indoor gadget they call a stove nowadays. Without knobs and timers and beeping things that annoy you until you take the food out, Sasha manages to cobble together a pretty decent Sunday dinner: roasted chicken (please don't ask where the store gets chicken from; Sasha likes to pretend she doesn't want to know), an assortment of equally roasted vegetables, and some rustic looking bread (in other words, it's a lumpy bumpy awkward shaped loaf of bread, but it's fresh and soft and probably doesn't even need any butter, just some chicken drippings.)
Whenever all four bellies are full, Sasha will make sure that the Trubbish pair gets their fill of the veggie scraps and bones and because she used his burps to light the pit, Barbecue, her Arcanine, gets to lick her plate clean. It's a quiet and peaceful night, something Sasha hasn't had in a very long time, and she almost doesn't want it to end.
But it has to. The life of a Pokemon trainer never stays still.
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"My my my!" McGucket scoops another helping of chicken onto his place. "I gotta have folks over more often if they're gonna cook me up meals like this! Jean, why didn't you tell me you had cookin' friends!"
B: After dinner
"Welp, it's time!" The old man picks himself up from his seat and waddles over into the back room. He reeeeaches up into one of the overhead shelves and pulls out the banjo, then waddles back outside. "I'm gettin' out my banjo and I ain't takin' no for an answer!"
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"You're welcome, Mr. McGucket," Sasha replies even though the man didn't actually thank her. "But thank you for letting me use your campfire! And letting us stay here!"
As always, she's polite to strangers, though sooner or later, the more comfortable she finds herself around the dump, that rogue accent that's similar to McGucket's will slip out. Just you wait.
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He pulls out a jug of apricorn cider and dumps more of it in her glass, filling it back up (a little messily). "Come back whenever you like!"
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"I will!" Sasha replies, before she says a thank you for the refill. The cider's pretty tasty; who knew apricorns had more uses than for Pokeballs? "Especially if you have to live with Jean. You'll need a break from his cologne sooner or later!"
It's clear that her comments are just friendly teasing towards the blond. After all, if you can't tease your squadmates for their addiction to Axe Body Spray, what can you tease them about?
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McGucket glances around uncomfortably, then holds his hand up to his mouth and stage-whispers to Sasha. "I thought he just smelled like that. I wasn't gonna mention it!"