Jul. 8th, 2024 11:48 pm

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[The stream comes online with a view of a backyard from about 5 meters off the ground. There are enough leaves and branches in the shot to suggest that the cameraman is coming to you live from a precarious tree perch.]

[Some environmental storytelling:]

[1. A bent pair of garden shears lying in the grass beside the hedge.]

[2. An unconscious Zangoose.]

[3. A Sudowoodo pacing around the base of the tree, chattering and absolutely livid.]


What is that?
garbagechild: bro i've been sitting motionless in this cemetery for three and a half weeks dont ask me if i'm ok (Default)
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[TEXT, approximately midday on July 1st]

how t

how to stop hed from hurting

resons hwy hed myte b hurting human

dose hed hurting mean deth (for humane)


[WHAT'S UP NETWORK, it seems someone has gotten their wires crossed and is trying to use the PsyDuckDuckGo searchbar but keeps posting messages by accident.]

[Help. Help them.]



____



[ACTION for Route 29]


[With a gritted-teeth groan, Wrath sets aside the PokeGear and presses both hands to his temples.]

[He's been walking west from New Bark with his new Pokemon partner for about five hours. And while his memories of once being human here are growing clearer by the minute, he doesn't remember it ever being quite like this. His head is throbbing and the heat is unbearable.]

[And there's no air-conditioned buildings or shady storefronts to duck into like there always had been in the Goldenrod City (or "the yellow town", as he always used to think of it).]

[At least there's trees, which is what he's finally opted for now that the sun is high in the sky and the thought of taking another step is about as appealing as sticking his head in a wasp's nest. Laying spread-eagled on the grass under the shade of a big maple is at least cooler... but it hasn't stopped the banging pains in his head.]

[Sitting next to him is both the (thus far unexplored) complimentary rucksack from "Mom", and his starter: a little Cubone, who's been watching him a little worriedly. Said Cubone is the one who pulled the PokeGear out of a pocket on the backpack and helpfully pointed out the internet search engine (prior to being assigned to his very! first! trainer!!!!! (exciting!) he had been cared for by Elm's various lab assistants, and had seen them look things up online for research regularly!), but it didn't seem like the search had been fruitful.]


"Bone?"

[Wrath cracks open one eye, grimacing-- his partner has started to rummage through the backpack, pulling out packets of trailmix and holding them up expectantly.]

[But he doesn't feel hungry-- he feels gross. :(]


You can have it...

[He's just gonna fold an arm over his face and lay there like a corpse for a bit.]




[IDIOT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE'S JUST DEHYDRATED.]
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Early in the week, Riegfried and Soy sent out a recorded video: an invitation for all guests on this Paldean vacation to join them on a little field trip into Area Zero within the Great Crater of Paldea. It is a spot known for fascinating explorers, academics, and seasoned battlers, however is generally off-limits due to the dangerous nature of the very powerful pokemon within. Which makes it the perfect place for a little study trip!

(They add that the trip was approved by the Paldea League, which is in charge of granting such access, but isn’t the idea of heeding the call of adventure no matter what more thrilling?)


Area )
May. 7th, 2024 08:23 pm

[Video]

gobetween: (Listen to it ring)
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[Gobo is sitting out somewhere in a forest with colorfully streaked trunks, and has a bag of trail mix open in his lap, and backpack stowed nearby. His Mankey is sitting a little beside and behind him, happily munching away on an apple. For those curious from his last post, at least looks like they're friends now.]

Hey guys! I've recently come back from a uh, whole week of being asleep? [He half-shrugs.] But anyway, I've got a question for you guys. There was... [He pauses, unsure what to exactly call what happened.] A debaaate? Back home, and I want to see how others not from Fraggle Rock would answer.

So, here's the question: Radishes or strawberries? If you want more context I guess I can try to explain it. But I definitely wanna know!

[Nope, no impishness on his face at all here, and this post certainly wasn't inspired by the inclusion of freeze-dried strawberries in the trail mix he's got, that'd been prepared by a certain friend before he'd set out again. (Sorry not sorry, Boober).]
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[ In one of the Paldea dorms, there is a young preteen girl sitting at a desk, having set up the device to look at her. Her expression isn't... much, and her voice sounds flat. As she begins to speak, she repeatedly taps her fingers on the desk - those who have any knowledge of morse code will understand what she's "saying" there the same things she's speaking out loud. ]

This is a distress signal, calling for Scrooge McDuck or any one of his many... many... many associates. S.O.S. Violet Sabrewing reporting. I haven't been able to deduce if this kidnapping and subsequent hideous transformation is the work of any remaining members of F.O.W.L. or one of Mister McDuck's many... many... many enemies. Regardless, I will stay in place until further information is gathered about my situation and will appreciate a rescue post-haste. My fathers know that whenever I sleep over at Webbigail's, things tend to happen, but this may too much for them to handle.

Speaking of which - Webbigail, Lena, if you're hearing this, rest assured I am currently safe, albeit possibly traumatized by my transmogrification. I look forward to seeing you both as soon as possible. Dewford, Hubert, and Llewellyn, I trust the three of you to keep those two from going into homicidal revenge mode.

[ A pause, and then she moves to grab something from beneath the table... it's an Espurr! She props it on the table.]

On a less distressing note, any ideas on how to convince my fathers to let me keep this strange magic cat would be highly appreciated. I have named him Loki, after the Norse God of trickery. Say hello, Loki.

[ Loki says nothing, and just stares into the camera. o_o ]

Once again, this is Violet Sabrewing, over and out.

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