save our snorunts event log

[indigo_league]

Who: Everyone!
When: January 2-26
Where: Practically everywhere. Maybe not the volcano on Cinnabar Island.
What: Save those Snorunts!
OOC Info: here!

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The hills are alive with the sound of… sneezing?

It’s almost a week into January, and trainers may have started to get nervous about the lack of Snorunts. Whether you’re excited to see them, or just want the metaphorical bomb to drop and be over with - the wait is finally done. Snorunts have started to make their way into town.

But instead of fortunes, what they have to give right now is coughs, bleary eyes, and sad little flops sideways into the snow. They’re not alone, either: every once in a while you’ll see an equally sick Glalie or Froslass. (Be careful - a sneezing Glalie is basically a wrecking ball waiting to happen, prone to launching itself backward! And if you’ve been struck by an odd spurt of bad luck, maybe you’ll be right in the way when it does…)

In cities across Johto and Kanto, and in field camps in between, Nurse Joys are scrambling to treat the miserable Ice Pokemon. But they’re direly in need of more helping hands. Will you pitch in?

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[exeggutorhead]

That remark earns a cackle loud enough to echo off the walls. The Snorunt brigade echoes it too with a series of imitating squeaks.

Sorry not sorry to his half-brothers, that was funny as hell. Especially coming from Scar. The lack of argument over Sloth's identity is noted and appreciated, too.

"She was very responsible. But not that responsible."

It's a fond kind of joke. He does miss her, wishes she'd show up here too one day. Maybe get a chance to be happy like the rest of them. But Johto and its sudden disappearances are a hell of a crash course in dealing with grief. He can laugh and miss her at the same time.

"Oh, I've got some food in my bag."

He knows he glimpsed the shiny wrappers of multiple previously-unwanted granola bars just from when he'd been putting the balloons away. So there's probably even more floating around in the other pockets! With the Vibes (tm) doing a bit better, he's willing to mention it.

[officerdown]

Quietly, Scar enjoys watching the Snorunt mimic Envy's bout of Reformed Villain Laughter. It had barely even been a joke. Entangling with the Elrics makes one liable to serious injury or worse.

He frowns, however, as he sees Envy reach into the very bottom of his bag.

"How long has it been In your bag?"

[exeggutorhead]

In what's probably the opposite of reassuring, Envy shrugs in a way that would indicate that he'd never once considered this question.

"What does it matter? They don't go bad."

He's not looking forward to them being the only available thing, because they were the flavors he hadn't wanted to eat in the first place. But....he is still the guy who spent four hundred years eating rocks.

"Do you have other food?"

It's only partially sarcastic. If Scar can miraculously produce hearty porridge some kind of healthy delicious meal from his pockets, that WOULD be better than stale cinnamon raisin granola bars.