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Po-ta-toes! Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a... curry?
Who: Everybody! The Snorlax! The Munchlax! The Mystery Guests!
Where: Route 39
When: March 20th and 21st
Summary: Lets cook some curries.
Rating: General.
Log:
Early spring brings with it bright sunshine and slightly chilly air, green shoots of new grass poking up from the earth as farmers survey fields that have laid bare all winter. Across Johto and Kanto (and who knows where else?), windows and doors are thrown open to air out spaces closed up for the winter, the commencement of a mysterious rite known only as ‘spring cleaning.’
At MooMoo Ranch, it heralds an additional rite: the yearly tradition that precedes the tilling of those fields and the sowing of seeds:
THE GREAT CURRY COOKOUT
Let’s just be up front about this: the entirety of Route 38 smells absolutely amazing. Traditionally (you’re going to hear that word a lot here), the curries cooked up by the locals are made of whatever leftovers from the previous year’s harvest that may be found kicking around the various parlours and cellars, but because humans can’t eat the berries that Pokemon can, and because they want to eat too, and because once you let humans at a recipe, they can’t not experiment with it...
If you can imagine a curry, someone has either made it, is in the process of making it, or is preparing to make it right the heck now. There are some dishes that don’t seem too out of place: sausage curries, curries with tinned meat or beans added to the mix, mushroom curries, curries decorated so cutely that they flood your Poke-Instagram page, potato curries, herb-laden curries, spice-tastic curries, coconut curries, curries accompanied by savory burger steaks...these all at least seem like normal curry variants, right?
And then there’s the odd stuff. Curries topped with swirls of spaghetti, boiled-egg curries, instant-noodle curries loaded up next to curries topped with a medley of fried foods, toast slices resting on beds of curry, leeks grilled and whole on curries, apple curries, salad curries, curries with whole bones kept in them to add additional flavor, tropical curries with decorative flowers added on the side, cheese-covered curries, even...whipped cream curries…? Uh...sure, okay! There’s even the rare smoked Slowpoke Tail curry, the tail packages labeled with “CRUELTY-FREE SLOWPOKE TAIL” and seals of legal and bureaucratic approval. Dry, sweet, spicy, bitter, sour - you name it, there’s a curry for it!
It’s a little weird, though, right? All this curry, and, uh, all these Snorlax… and Munchlax… wait, actually, when did those start to show up?! Is this… safe??? The locals don’t seem surprised in the least, but there sure are a lot of them…. did they all really come down from the mountains?
Is this part of the tradition, too?!
Good question!
Lucky for YOU, any trainer (un?)fortunate enough to be caught standing still for one second too long by one of the elderly locals (or walks too close to one, or accepts a curry offering from one) will be treated to a retelling of the story behind both the Snorlax and the curry. Turns out, the salivating Snorlax and the just-as-hungry baby Munchlax are not just part of the tradition -- they’re the reason for it!
Long ago, in the day of so-and-so’s grandmother’s grandmother’s grandmother, the Snorlax and Munchlax were a downright menace. Every year, once the snows would start to melt, they’d start coming down from the mountains to the north in droves, descending upon the farms and fields just as that year’s planting began to sprout like a plague of very hungry caterpies, gobbling up everything in sight until nothing but barren earth remained. They even busted down fences and barns in their pursuit of fresh food! Proper menaces to society, right here.
At first, the farmers tried to battle the Snorlax, but it did not end well. Their Miltank and Tauros herds weren’t meant for battle, and Snorlax are as mighty as their appetites! Then one year, a young farm girl had an idea! (Depending on who's telling the story, it might have been a farm boy. Or just a farmer, gender unknown. It is always, mysteriously, someone in the teller's family tree.) Rather than trying to fight off the Snorlax, this mysterious individual suggested inviting them all to one big dinner. They could cook up all the leftovers from the last harvest, have a big feast out of it and feed the hungry Snorlax so they'd leave the seedlings alone.
And it worked! The Snorlax were happy, the fields were left alone and the fences and barns kept standing strong.
(Well, except that one year with ol’ man Gregory’s barn, but that had very little to do with the Snorlax, and far more to do with ol’ man Gregory’s fierce enjoyment of the special sake brewed by the monks of Sprout Tower, a very terrible bet, and one prized herd of Miltanks and really, if you don’t watch it, you might be stuck listening to that old tale as well.)
Obviously, since the current farms and fields are still intact and going strong, the feast not only worked, but held strong as a tradition. But hey! It’s a fun story, and the curry is good! And oh my ARCEUS, you have heard this story so many times from so many old farming folks you are so tired, please, you just wanted to find a bathroom, yes, thank you for the bowl of curry, you really must be going now-
Only… there’s something weird about this year’s gathering. Something unexpected.
In addition to the Snorlax and Munchlax lumbering down in droves for a good meal, another kind of Pokemon has emerged, lured by the delectable scents, and it’s not one that many folks have seen before. Keen-eyed trainers can spot them just about everywhere: lingering under the eaves of the roofs, peeking out from behind bushes and tree branches, but most of all, slowly drawing close to the source of all those delicious smells, their voices ringing out like clear little bells.
That’s right, Milcery are swarming!
Unfortunately, the Snorlax and Munchlax don’t seem too keen on sharing their special once-a-year treat. Hangry tempers are starting to flare up, the bubbling of many pots and pans joined by low grumbling as the Snorlax and Munchlax are starting to stake claim against these strange newcomers. In fact, someone should probably get out there and try and calm the situation down.
Which doesn’t mean take out your pokemon and start any battles! Anyone trying to do that will get a right scolding by one of those inescapable geriatric storytellers. Do you want to cause some sort of stampede here like what claimed ol’ man Gregory’s barn? No sir! (Who’s sir? We’re unclear.) There will be no battling here. Put on your best smile! Break out that cheery personality, and try to actually peacekeep. Or if that isn’t your thing, maybe try and help out with the cooking. With this many cooks around, there is always someone who needs an extra hand to peel some potatoes or dice some carrots, right? If you got a particular hankering, why not claim one of those may pots and pans for yourself and start preparing your own prized curry?
Because judging by the mass of Snorlax, Munchlax, and Milcery? We are going to need a bigger curry.
Where: Route 39
When: March 20th and 21st
Summary: Lets cook some curries.
Rating: General.
Log:
Early spring brings with it bright sunshine and slightly chilly air, green shoots of new grass poking up from the earth as farmers survey fields that have laid bare all winter. Across Johto and Kanto (and who knows where else?), windows and doors are thrown open to air out spaces closed up for the winter, the commencement of a mysterious rite known only as ‘spring cleaning.’
At MooMoo Ranch, it heralds an additional rite: the yearly tradition that precedes the tilling of those fields and the sowing of seeds:
THE GREAT CURRY COOKOUT
Let’s just be up front about this: the entirety of Route 38 smells absolutely amazing. Traditionally (you’re going to hear that word a lot here), the curries cooked up by the locals are made of whatever leftovers from the previous year’s harvest that may be found kicking around the various parlours and cellars, but because humans can’t eat the berries that Pokemon can, and because they want to eat too, and because once you let humans at a recipe, they can’t not experiment with it...
If you can imagine a curry, someone has either made it, is in the process of making it, or is preparing to make it right the heck now. There are some dishes that don’t seem too out of place: sausage curries, curries with tinned meat or beans added to the mix, mushroom curries, curries decorated so cutely that they flood your Poke-Instagram page, potato curries, herb-laden curries, spice-tastic curries, coconut curries, curries accompanied by savory burger steaks...these all at least seem like normal curry variants, right?
And then there’s the odd stuff. Curries topped with swirls of spaghetti, boiled-egg curries, instant-noodle curries loaded up next to curries topped with a medley of fried foods, toast slices resting on beds of curry, leeks grilled and whole on curries, apple curries, salad curries, curries with whole bones kept in them to add additional flavor, tropical curries with decorative flowers added on the side, cheese-covered curries, even...whipped cream curries…? Uh...sure, okay! There’s even the rare smoked Slowpoke Tail curry, the tail packages labeled with “CRUELTY-FREE SLOWPOKE TAIL” and seals of legal and bureaucratic approval. Dry, sweet, spicy, bitter, sour - you name it, there’s a curry for it!
It’s a little weird, though, right? All this curry, and, uh, all these Snorlax… and Munchlax… wait, actually, when did those start to show up?! Is this… safe??? The locals don’t seem surprised in the least, but there sure are a lot of them…. did they all really come down from the mountains?
Is this part of the tradition, too?!
Good question!
Lucky for YOU, any trainer (un?)fortunate enough to be caught standing still for one second too long by one of the elderly locals (or walks too close to one, or accepts a curry offering from one) will be treated to a retelling of the story behind both the Snorlax and the curry. Turns out, the salivating Snorlax and the just-as-hungry baby Munchlax are not just part of the tradition -- they’re the reason for it!
Long ago, in the day of so-and-so’s grandmother’s grandmother’s grandmother, the Snorlax and Munchlax were a downright menace. Every year, once the snows would start to melt, they’d start coming down from the mountains to the north in droves, descending upon the farms and fields just as that year’s planting began to sprout like a plague of very hungry caterpies, gobbling up everything in sight until nothing but barren earth remained. They even busted down fences and barns in their pursuit of fresh food! Proper menaces to society, right here.
At first, the farmers tried to battle the Snorlax, but it did not end well. Their Miltank and Tauros herds weren’t meant for battle, and Snorlax are as mighty as their appetites! Then one year, a young farm girl had an idea! (Depending on who's telling the story, it might have been a farm boy. Or just a farmer, gender unknown. It is always, mysteriously, someone in the teller's family tree.) Rather than trying to fight off the Snorlax, this mysterious individual suggested inviting them all to one big dinner. They could cook up all the leftovers from the last harvest, have a big feast out of it and feed the hungry Snorlax so they'd leave the seedlings alone.
And it worked! The Snorlax were happy, the fields were left alone and the fences and barns kept standing strong.
(Well, except that one year with ol’ man Gregory’s barn, but that had very little to do with the Snorlax, and far more to do with ol’ man Gregory’s fierce enjoyment of the special sake brewed by the monks of Sprout Tower, a very terrible bet, and one prized herd of Miltanks and really, if you don’t watch it, you might be stuck listening to that old tale as well.)
Obviously, since the current farms and fields are still intact and going strong, the feast not only worked, but held strong as a tradition. But hey! It’s a fun story, and the curry is good! And oh my ARCEUS, you have heard this story so many times from so many old farming folks you are so tired, please, you just wanted to find a bathroom, yes, thank you for the bowl of curry, you really must be going now-
Only… there’s something weird about this year’s gathering. Something unexpected.
In addition to the Snorlax and Munchlax lumbering down in droves for a good meal, another kind of Pokemon has emerged, lured by the delectable scents, and it’s not one that many folks have seen before. Keen-eyed trainers can spot them just about everywhere: lingering under the eaves of the roofs, peeking out from behind bushes and tree branches, but most of all, slowly drawing close to the source of all those delicious smells, their voices ringing out like clear little bells.
That’s right, Milcery are swarming!
Unfortunately, the Snorlax and Munchlax don’t seem too keen on sharing their special once-a-year treat. Hangry tempers are starting to flare up, the bubbling of many pots and pans joined by low grumbling as the Snorlax and Munchlax are starting to stake claim against these strange newcomers. In fact, someone should probably get out there and try and calm the situation down.
Which doesn’t mean take out your pokemon and start any battles! Anyone trying to do that will get a right scolding by one of those inescapable geriatric storytellers. Do you want to cause some sort of stampede here like what claimed ol’ man Gregory’s barn? No sir! (Who’s sir? We’re unclear.) There will be no battling here. Put on your best smile! Break out that cheery personality, and try to actually peacekeep. Or if that isn’t your thing, maybe try and help out with the cooking. With this many cooks around, there is always someone who needs an extra hand to peel some potatoes or dice some carrots, right? If you got a particular hankering, why not claim one of those may pots and pans for yourself and start preparing your own prized curry?
Because judging by the mass of Snorlax, Munchlax, and Milcery? We are going to need a bigger curry.
CARLY NAGISA | OTA
It's the final day of the cookout, and Carly, perhaps to tragic end, has spent much of the time so far staring somewhat stressfully at her pokegear. Jolyne was kind of in a cave most of the week, so whether or not she gets here has been...up in the air.
A lot.
But ultimately, whatever message she got must have meant Something good, because Carly soon switches gears ENTIRELY.
After just a few minutes of reading a new message, she's busily working away at a curry, fending off (or feeding, after some deliberation) wild pokemon, clearing up a particular spot at the tables...
But...why?
"Eh?" Well a better question might be what makes her business yours, but- "What, what is it?"
[CURRY GALS | JOLYNE]
Well, the answer is soon enough going to be clear. Carly has everything ready- steamy good curry. Seats that are actually comfortable, instead of being old picnic bench. And...a pokeball and a candy? She's turned at least three curious munchlax away from the latter, but there's not a pokemon in sight on the wild end when the target of Carly's dedications- and affections, for that matter- finally arrives.
"Jolyne..!" she starts, before pausing with at least a somewhat frozen smile. The parka is gone!
The parka!! Is gone!! And- "You look nice..!!"
REALLY NICE!
[WILDCARD - It's curry time, for curry lovers.]
G I R L S
She's only slightly exhausted as she finally shows up in a rather nice sweater and jeans outfit on Ermes' back with a rather energetic blue rockruff trotting along nexterm to them.
"Sorry about that! Really had to hoof it." Athe least she's somewhat graceful about dismounting and grinning in turn. Easier to see her like this, oops.
"Thanks? It ain't much but at least it's finally warmer."
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Though to be fair that stuff was also a little more disastrous, so maybe it's for the best.
Regardless, she grins- her Null peeking around from her at the rockruff nervously. "Heheheeee~ Just wait until summer hits! Then it'll really be warmer! ...I'll finally be able to use those ice cream recipes I've been making..."
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With her... Girl... Friend? Still getting used to that.
Azura is just eyeing the poor creature before bolting ahead of her trainer with a loud bark. Good job. Great Pokemon.
"... And sorry about her, she's still new." Lord.
"Ice cream recipes? Shit, got more to look forward to than just wearing the clothes I'm used to, huh?~" Stop that right now you heathen.
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As it is there's also icecream to consider, and Carly beams. "Heheee~ There sure i-" wait "Oh! You meant me..!" OF COURSE... "I guess there is~!" OF COURSE,
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"Guess so. Didn't know there was anything different about her or anything other than kind of being an absolute asshole most of the time." Azura is happily barking again from the spot she's being corralled into. Good Lord.
"'Course I meant you. What's the point in showing off if someone ain't watching, y'know?~ And got reason for someone to for once. Kinda nice, if that doesn't sound dumb and mushy as hell. Losing my touch, I guess." Stop pretending your tough, Jolyne. You actually are not in the slightest.
Especially not around her.
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The beaming only continues with Jolyne's comments however, accompanied by half conspiring giggling. "Heheeee~ Is it losing your touch or gaining a new skill though~?" ...
"Ah~ Anyway, I took the time to get some stuff together for us! They've been serving curry ever since yesterday it's great! I mean some of it is...kinda weird," she coughs, "But it turns out I can use Nurse Cheery's eggs in them~"
Yes there is a rather sizable chunk of egg in each curry bowl, it seems. Very sizable.
How big are those eggs??? "There's also some with 'Poke-tail'..? Slowpoke apparently naturally drop those over time, so they're harvested for meat..."
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Ah, that giggling is adorable and getting a hint of pink dusting her cheeks. Awful, absolutely awful. "Dunno, you tell me~" S t o p.
"You really didn't have to..." Not a time to be modest now, it's already been done whether she had wanted it or not. "Wait. Pokemon lay eggs?" That should not be weird to her and get here they are. And those chunks are huge. "... Is... Is that a whole egg or just a chunk?" Heeeere we go.
Slowpoke. Dropping. Tails. What.
"So you mean to tell me that one day I'll just wake up and Butterball will be without a tail just 'cause? That sounds absolutely fucking insane and not reeeeally that healthy since I don't think slowpoke are really that close to reptiles?"
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....OH EGGS- "Eh? Oh uh...well all pokemon make pokemon eggs...I sell them sometimes, since people like meowth and stufful a lot... Oh, but these eggs are Chansey eggs! Chansey naturally make nonfertilized ones, the way you would see hens do it back home right? It's just...uh."
She looks back to the curry. "...Well they're about as big as a coconut, so they get made into scrambled eggs and the like when I make 'm, normally. Otherwise someone's gonna get nothing but eggwhite..."
Ahhhh... "Eh? You have a slowpoke? ....I mean maybe then, depending on how long you've had them...I think it varies? ...Pokemon are kind of weird... ...I guess you would have until they evolve in any case..."
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Prep
connie this isn't fair,
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connie, fremb,
dis torment,
"Wellllll, if you really want to sit there, I could definitely move..."
connie blease
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Is it just Carly, or is there a hint of wistfulness in Connie's voice now?
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Was definitely wistfulness.
Carly pauses, and smiles as well- even if a bit awkwardly. "...Well...you know, we probably won't sit alone the whole evening, if you did want to really sit with us..."
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Connie sighs. She isn't intentionally laying it on this thick, it's just... happening.
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"....Connie..? ...Do you want to talk about something? ...Just for a bit maybe..?"
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Wait, hold on-
"Not Durante, Universe. The one from my world.
"I just... gah."
Articulating emotions is hard when you're a teenager, okay,
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..Ah.
"Oh...Oh no, is that why..."
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Re: CARLY NAGISA | OTA
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Yes, but when has Carly ever been That excited about someone coming?
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Wait a minute she knows what's happening here.
"W...Well, they were at the festival..."
carly just spill
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...
"It's Jolyne..!" ... "She's going to be here in a few hours... ...and....we might have hooked up at the festival..." ...Oh boy.
"...We're taking it slowly though! Cute stuff first!"
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But, yes, stupid jokes aside... "...We...might have yes...and asked each other after that..."
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OH GOD DO I HAVE TO GO CHECK MY ROLL PLURKS TO FIGURE OUT WHERE EVERYONE WAS??? no i'll just guess
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NEVER MIND THE FIRST VERSION I MISREAD THIS
LMAO it's good
Re: LMAO it's good
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he's actually wrong about 'decent guy' but TYLER'S NORMAL PERSON GAME IS TOO STRONG
ugly laughter
ssshhhhhhhhhh
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they might be trailing off in this conversation, but. i do enjoy their long and rambling bullshit