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enjoymyatelier) wrote2014-09-30 07:56 am
enjoymyatelier) wrote2014-09-30 07:56 am
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16 [VIDEO/TEXT/ACTION FOR BLACKTHORN]
[There's something a bit strange happening on the network today. It's possibly a video feed, but it keeps turning on and off and it's impossible to tell what's going on for the most part... and there's an odd, loud chewing sound.
...well, given Pokemon, it isn't too hard to figure out what's likely going on there, but eventually it seems as though the Gear is turned around enough in the unwitting cameramon's mouth that the surroundings can be made out, albeit with liberal application of shakycam.
It appears to be a bathhouse --- specifically the indoor section of the hot springs in Blackthorn, to anyone who's familiar --- and it's currently filled with what appear to be baby Tyrannosaurs, which would be super cute if it didn't appear that they were getting into the lockers and chewing on some poor sap's coat and various belongings and generally causing massive property damage.
...a fair number of them seem to be heading into the actual bath portion, too, and after several have wandered in, Kayneth storms out, clad in a towel and swim trunks, and freezes.
For he is the poor sap whose coat one of the Tyrunt is currently chewing on.
It's him.]
This... what is this!?
[...the gear drops and is now facing the ceiling, but audio can still be heard, along with the sound of someone heading over... towards the lockers.]
Don't think you're getting away with this, you little pests! By the time I'm done with you, you're going to wish ---!
[...and then the feed cuts off, as a tiny dinosaur has walked on the Gear.]
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[Some time after that, Kayneth is sitting on a bench by the door, looking a bit forlornly outside. He is still wearing swim trunks and not about to brave a thunderstorm with hail in this sort of getup, so he just... waits for the storm to let up.
At least his Serperior's present, giving the other Tyrunt in the building nasty looks... and at least, quite surprisingly, his Gear still works. So... to pass the time...]
I do apologize for the scene earlier --- that was a bit of an embarrassment, really. Someone saw the dinosaurs out in the rain and decided that, yes, they absolutely needed to weather the storm in the hot springs.
And of course, all the employees are fine with it, because people in this world are just too kindhearted for their own good. What utter nonsense will tomorrow bring, I wonder...
...well, given Pokemon, it isn't too hard to figure out what's likely going on there, but eventually it seems as though the Gear is turned around enough in the unwitting cameramon's mouth that the surroundings can be made out, albeit with liberal application of shakycam.
It appears to be a bathhouse --- specifically the indoor section of the hot springs in Blackthorn, to anyone who's familiar --- and it's currently filled with what appear to be baby Tyrannosaurs, which would be super cute if it didn't appear that they were getting into the lockers and chewing on some poor sap's coat and various belongings and generally causing massive property damage.
...a fair number of them seem to be heading into the actual bath portion, too, and after several have wandered in, Kayneth storms out, clad in a towel and swim trunks, and freezes.
For he is the poor sap whose coat one of the Tyrunt is currently chewing on.
It's him.]
This... what is this!?
[...the gear drops and is now facing the ceiling, but audio can still be heard, along with the sound of someone heading over... towards the lockers.]
Don't think you're getting away with this, you little pests! By the time I'm done with you, you're going to wish ---!
[...and then the feed cuts off, as a tiny dinosaur has walked on the Gear.]
-----
[Some time after that, Kayneth is sitting on a bench by the door, looking a bit forlornly outside. He is still wearing swim trunks and not about to brave a thunderstorm with hail in this sort of getup, so he just... waits for the storm to let up.
At least his Serperior's present, giving the other Tyrunt in the building nasty looks... and at least, quite surprisingly, his Gear still works. So... to pass the time...]
I do apologize for the scene earlier --- that was a bit of an embarrassment, really. Someone saw the dinosaurs out in the rain and decided that, yes, they absolutely needed to weather the storm in the hot springs.
And of course, all the employees are fine with it, because people in this world are just too kindhearted for their own good. What utter nonsense will tomorrow bring, I wonder...
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(She is not, regrettably, in swimwear of her own, but with the weather in the mid-sixties and the warmth of the hot springs indoors, it's a sandals-and-a-skirt kind of day.)
...Did she mention she's Utterly Fucking Delighted™ about the dinosaurs.]
In the words of the barkeep with a stallion for a patron: "Why the long face?"
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...but...]
...pardon me for not sharing your enthusiasm about Blackthorn's current guests, but I had a bit of an incident with them in the hot springs...
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[At least she seems reasonably sympathetic to his plight?]
What happened?
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[...he holds up the sad remains of what used to be his coat.
...well, at least it's potentially fixable...??? if he spends a lot of time and patches some things in...
...honestly, it'd be better to have a new one tailored...]
That's not the only thing they've gotten to, but it's the definitely the least fortunate.
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Oh...they really did a number on it, didn't they.
[She offers him a sympathetic look.]
I don't know if you travel often to Celadon City, but it's the fashion capital of both regions. That might be the place to go, either to see if it's salvageable or to replace it outright.
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[He sighs heavily.]
Perhaps I'll consider making that my next stop, then... I need to see more of Kanto anyway, and it's all the better if I have an actual justification for it.
shrieks into the abyss THAT ICON
[Which she actually doesn't mention to people all that often, given that longstanding habit of not telling people where in the world she is — or where her home bases are, for that matter.
But you know what, she's getting better about that.]
And it's only a four-hour flight between Saffron and Celadon. If you do decide to make the trip...can I tempt you to stay over while you're in town?
I FIGURED YOU'D APPROVE...
Actually, I'd be delighted to. You seem like the sort who'd provide excellent hospitality, and Saffron does seem nice enough...
[especially because of the concert hall... he'll be so happy]
A++
[Speaking of which.]
So if you can tolerate that it's a touch rustic, I can do my best to entertain.
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...at least, I'm hoping that's what we're talking here.
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[...like... a fireplace
in front of a large, comfortable couch]
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There's at least one thing you'll recognize, anyway.
A talented artist once painted me some landscapes as a gift; they're on display there.
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wait]
...hah, really? Would I be familiar with this artist?
[HE THINKS HE JUST MIGHT BE...]
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I have a feeling you might have heard of him. He's got a fine eye for color.
[... c: ]
And good taste in traveling companions.
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[you nerds]
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[THE NERDIEST.]
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[oh my god, stop]
Well, anyway, all that aside... it's not as though it's likely to get worse, so if you feel the need to take a diversion beforehand, it's not really a bother. So long as we get to it at some point, hm?