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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.
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Oh! She beams. "Oh, it's not about the attitude! After a certain level, meowth learn 'Pay Day'! It creates money on the battlefield for you to gather at the end~! The stronger the meowth or persian, the more there is!"
Anyway. "Something like that? It's honestly really weird, because no one...ever sees them make the eggs..." She's making the sort of face she gets whenever she hits another oddly 'game-like' mechanic in a world that's otherwise real, so she's probably going to stop talking about that particular matter real soon.
...But that aside. "Hahahaaa...that sounds like a slowpoke..."
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Excuse you, what is this about them being able to produce money? She's squinting slowly at Carly over the whole thing and then just giving up and shrugging her shoulders. "Sounds like a good way to get quick cash if you suck at the whole battlin' thing, I guess. Haven't really had a need or want for extra cash that I couldn't just get from kicking someone's teeth in. Dickhead's, well, Dickhead's exactly what his name suggests, fuck giving that asshole any more time than he deserves." There's some actual animosity there, probably best to not ask why.
They just... sort of make them, without anyone seeing them. That makes no damn sense to her what-so-ever and she's just dropping that line over conversation with a slow sigh and a rub of her face. Right. Right this is fucking stupid and it's going to frustrate her the more she tries to figure out how that even works.
"He's real useful when he wants to be, but god damn he's kind of thick." She's just crouching down to pat the poor thing's head who's just making a rather loud confused noise before nudging into her hand. It's fine, this is fine.
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"It's pretty handy for some spare change! But...if you don't get along that's probably not something to put time into..." she laughs weakly. Just how it goes ultimately.
"Well, they're pretty good for defense last I heard at least..." There's a small 'yip' as Horse slowly gets back up, shaking their head- and in turn Carly stands up and blinks. "Oh! Right, before I forget..."
She looks back to the table where the candy and pokeball are.
"I ah...I have something for you..~"
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"I mean, I used him for a gym, once. And train him. But other than that, the bastard stays inside his ball." He's a persian now, but fucking details at this point. She still hates the bastard until she has an actual need for him to be around. It's fine.
"... Guess so. Doesn't seem to notice he's getting attacked most of the time. And it doesn't seem to bother him." Butterball is a very special boy sometimes. It's probably okay.
What's she looking over there for? Something for her? What.
"You really didn't have to, oh my god." Now she just feels like an absolute asshole.
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Regardless. "Hoooo. A real example of the species huh... ...And no, no, I really wanted to!! See, it's a pokemon from another region," she explains, no longer paying much attention to the dogs. "And...supposedly, it's a common practice that you give it to the one you like! A friend of mine happened to find eggs for them, so..."
She holds it out, beaming. "So, I want you to have this Applin..!"
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"... Pokemon you give to someone you like, that sounds kinda ridiculous, but like hell if I'm gonna shit on their practices." People have been pretty nice here so far! So might as well see what it is-
That's a fucking apple.
Hey, Carly, what. She's blinking slowly at it and is just tilting her head for a moment, but... she's gonna take said Pokemon and examine it a little better. "Is this literally a sentient apple." God.
Meanwhile, Azura is being a dick and moving over to the table to get her tiny pays on the top and sniff at the candy. Hey, uh, you guys have about five seconds to stop her before she's stealing that into her waiting maw.
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2 l8
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And Azura has the candy in her maw, tail wagging before being yelled at and immediately swallowing it down. She looks pleased.
"... I feel I deserve a refund on this dog."
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Panicked. "Noooo!!!" Oh dear. "Y...you weren't attached to whatever special ability they had before...right..? ...Ooooooh..! That was for the Applin, you terrible pooch! It would've made them so strong..." It's mostly exaggeration, and realistically, Azura definitely doesn't care about what Carly is crying over. "Haaaawwwwwwhhh..."
"...Those things are hard to get too..."
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Jolyne's letting out a slow sigh and just rubbing her face. "Considering I've only had her for a couple of days or so, no, can't say I was attached to anything about her at this point." They're going to learn the hard way what happens when she gets a hidden ability, but whatever.
"Sorry... about her fucking ruining everything. Goddamn, nothing ever goes right around me, I swear." Why are you actually beating yourself up over this, Jolyne, stop that.
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So that's nice?
"...I think some things went right..."
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It's.
Probably fine.
"Because I shoulda known she'd pull some absolutely asshole move at this point, she's done nothing but." Give her a moment, she'll be fine.
"... Right. That's. Not the important thing here." Because her girlfriend is here and she has this ridiculous Pokemon that has a meaning. True that.
But she is going to find a place to sit down and motion for her to follow her, what's going on.
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Yes! So time to go and take their seats, with that in mind. "It's been really interesting, picking up some recipes here...I think it'll make on-road cooking a lot more interesting...and you could probably give some a try too, even with just a camp stove!"
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She's just shifting a bit to lean against her juuuust a bit, because she's horrible like that. "I mean, it'd probably be better than how I've been coping just far. So might as well learn some more of it, right?"
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And hey, curry is what the entire cook-out is all about! (And aaaaaaaaaaaaa leaning! leaning!!! If she can get away with it, one arm is looping around another-)
"Exactly~! I spent a lot of time just working off of instant noodles in a pot, so adding to the cooking skills is really nice..."
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Also she can totally get away with that, as if she's going to fucking stop her in any capacity. Come on, she's an absolute garbage fire and the fact she's taking anything slowly at all is an absolute miracle. But do enjoy that moment of a pleased hum, Carly.
"Can't say I had much reason to learn how to cook like this, so it's... kinda nice to have a chance to learn something new like that. If I'm gonna be stuck here, might as well learn."
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...
"I guess I still get that here, but it's a bit harder if you're on the road a bunch..."