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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.
Here to ruin serenity
At least Jolyne is accompanied by a shiny rockruff and not looking too terrible in whatever her outfit is pretending to be.]
Man. The longer I'm here the more chill this world seems to get. Kinda nice.
of course she would!!!
Yeah, it's not all bad. I've been in worse places, that's for sure. [[ a quiet hum of thought. ]] You're, uh... Jolyne, right?
She's a gremlin
Oh well.]
That'd be me. And those are three of my assholes out there. [Case in point if that rapidash nipping at the furfrou and then galloping off is any indication.]
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in a blink, his face shifts from casual indifference to actual awe. the birthmark is going to have to wait, because that is the most beautiful horse. he, somehow, hasn't managed to see a rapidash during his travels yet, so
this is very special. to him. ]] That -- That horse is yours? Wait, what is it? [[ he starts fumbling to get his pokegear out. it's not much, but it's the most outward excitement he's shown another person since arriving.
so, you know, be thankful for that, jolyne!! or don't!! ]]
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Wanna say they're called rapidash, evolve from ponyta. Not exactly uncommon, I don't think? Still haven't come up with a good nickname for her, though...
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he looks down at the device, scanning over the information collected. ]] Plenty of names would fit. She's beautiful. [[and also partially on fire. ]] Do you usually have troubles with names? [[ a genuine question, he's a bit too caught up in the horse excitement to even try being a dick about it. ]]
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Nah. Usually they get names pretty fast or don't really need one yet. Just hadn't found one that fits perfectly yet is all...
I will eventually I guess? Haven't had much reason to use her yet outside of normal training.
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[[ it took a minute for his horse-girl nerves to calm down, but he finally looked at her long enough to realize there was, in fact, something on her shoulder and that it did, in fact, look very familiar. he cranes his neck to the side, trying to make absolute sure that is what he thinks it is. ]]
What is that? On your shoulder.
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Oh.
Well, fuck.]
Aaaaa birthmark? What of it?
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he doesn't think it's a joke. in fact, she seems kinda pissed, so he just tosses the idea of this being a prank right out the window. he looks like he wants to say something, but then he just sighs. reaching up, he takes the hem of his hood and tugs it down, doing his best to show his shoulder.
if i had an icon of his birthmark, i would use it, but araki has it out for me, so please imagine an identical star-shaped birthmark on johnny's own shoulder. ]]
That's what.
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Until he's showing her own and is just rubbing at her face as all that energy is draining out of her. Great.]
Son of a fuckin' bitch... So there's three of us here. I know the other one is deffo related to me and where from but I don't recall a jockey in the family...
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then again, his father was also a hyper-ass, so maybe he wasn't the best tool to measure other family practices by. ]] And I'm assumin' you mean Jonathan, right? Glad that you have him squared away on your family tree, because I sure as hell don't.
Seriously, we have the same damn name and everything. Tryin' to make sense of it just annoys me.
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Pretty sure he's my... Great great great grandfather or some shit? Way far down the line. Which, uh, might be why I don't know you, either, you don't seem anywhere near my time. [Some days she's good at connecting the dots.]
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well, that's fine, these bloodline shenanigans are far more important of a topic. ]] Jesus, okay, that is far back. And, well... If it means anything, it was 1891 when I last remembered. Beginning of the year, but still.
So, no, I don't think I am, either. [[ i'd put a joke about jolyne not dressing appropriately for the times but, uh, literally no one in steel ball run did. so. ]]
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Holy shit you're as far back as he is! God, this is the dumbest fucking garbage...
[Give her a moment to actually answer the question after she stops finding this hilarious. Not that she dresses appropriately for her time either.]
It was 2011 last I knew.
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2011... [[ a short, low whistle. he's loosening up, if that isn't obvious. ]] All this 'garbage' aside, it is kinda cool to know our name goes on that long. [[ sorry johnny, but your family gets to travel down to the cluster that is jojolion, you get no pride in this. ]] Makes me wonder how we're related, though... I don't know how I'm related to Jonathan, though, so I think I'm shit outta luck on figurin' that out.
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[She's quiet for the longest moment as she looks out at her Pokemon fucking about. Almost as if something actually bothers her about what he just said. Not that she seems too keen on voicing whatever it is. Not yet anyway.]
My last name ain't Joestar if that's what you're getting at. Family named changed and that name technically lost with I wanna say grandma?
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[[ he lets her stay quiet, not even considering prying. when she admits the name change, he looks over and arches a brow. ]] Seriously? Hm, guess it makes sense... Someone's gonna have a daughter eventually, and then... Well. That happens. [[ he shrugs. ]] Honestly, as neat as it is to think about, I guess it doesn't matter too terribly much. Family... It ain't never been the closest thing to my heart. [[ not since he was younger, anyway. sure, george did come around eventually, but that didn't exactly undo all the years of bullshit. it's hard to put a lot of weight on family when you have the kind he did. ]]
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And she does appreciate him not prying, maybe one day she'll actually feel up for discussion it, but not while it's still as fresh as it really is.
Luckily the conversation about the name brings her back and she can't help a bit of a laugh.]
Someone had to at some point, yeah. And can't say I feel much different on that part. Or, well, used to feel that way. Shit can change pretty quickly under kinda dire circumstances I guess. Not that I can muse on that too much here or anything.
[As far as she's aware, everyone she knew is dead and not here. Why she got another chance and no one else did might be gnawing at her just a bit in the back of her mind. In the privacy and silence of traveling alone.]
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so johnny finds himself in a similar boat as jolyne. although, truthfully, not nearly as awful... sorry, jolyne...... ]] It was hell to go through it, but... I can't say it wasn't worth it.
[[ he recalls their first conversation, looking over at her with a small smirk. ]] That's just me, though. I can't speak for you, obviously. Won't try to, either. [[ he's being... kind of nice! it's a johnny joestar brand of nice, but still, better than nothing. maybe. ]]
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... Curious question. Did you have a Stand before coming here? 'Cause I know that was some family bullshit or whatever. Kinda sucks ass to not have access to that anymore. Not that there's a whole lot of physical fighting going on here or anything...
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But, still. Didn't have anything to do with my family. You could say I kinda picked mine up, in a way. Something that anyone coulda come across, technically.
[[ the power of jesus. ]]
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... Guess they gotta come from somewhere first. It was a family thing for me. Dad had one, grandma died, great grandpa... Dunno if the two before him did. But it's all from the same side of the family at least?
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oh well! too late now! ]] I don't know how I feel about being the 'first in line' for this... I guess I ain't got a choice, though. I'll try to remember to ask Jonathan about him havin' one or not, I gotta talk to him later. [[ he looks a little uncomfortable as he says that... ]]
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At least Stand shit seemed to vary in the family from what she's hard and seen at least.]
Don't mean they'll have the same Stand you do. Like dad's did a lot of punches and shit but also could stop time or something? Mine could do the first part but also lemme turn myself into string if I needed to. Was kinda read as fuck, actually.
Also what the FUCK did you do to be worried about talking to him?
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