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Kyra (Tenno PC) | Warframe
"Hey! Get back here!" The shopkeeper of a Violet City Pokémart barges out the door of the store, but he's too late to catch up with the flash of feathers that is a Braviary disappearing into the sky with a teen holding on - a teen who dropped a couple antidotes in her haste. Her goal is to disappear into the ruins to the west and meet her contact for the handoff, and splitting her ride time from Braviary to Scolipede gets her there by evening.
Ducking into the remains of an ancient building, she finally lets herself relax. "Good job, girl," she says, rubbing the bug's face down affectionately. They both sit, Scolipede curling herself up on the floor and the girl leaning against a stone wall, and she pulls out her Braviary's ball to release him.
"I won't push you guys so hard next time," she says, digging around her bag for a pouch of jerky that she splits between the two as the eagle nests down. "You did a great job."
Once the two have settled down to rest and munch their snacks, she slips out, backpack over her shoulder with one strap. "What was it, two buildings south and then west?" She checks her Pokédex to make sure she's going the right way, and luckily there's a flickering light visible from the door. The girl trots over to it and pulls down her bag to dig through and steps inside without looking away.
"Good, you're here, I was worried I'd be late."
Action | Pokéathelon Dome*
It's much easier to see the bulky Nidoking out in the courtyard of the Pokéathelon Dome than the trainer with him, but once spotted she's hard to miss. She has on red jeans and a leather jacket with a stylized Arbok on the back, her hair has bright orange and yellow dye, and she has what looks like gold embedded in her face. On her left cheek there's what looks like a large burn, black instead of red.
"Okay, Abbadon, you've got this!" The girl is grinning, tossing a Pokéball between her hands; it seems like she's got a lot of restless energy. "Remember what we practiced? Down, and up!" They mirror a move, both crouching some and then driving their shoulders up and forward. The Nidoking - Abbadon - makes a deep rumble in his chest, sounding almost like a laugh. "We'll get an aprijuce later, yeah? Come on." She recalls the Pokémon, mostly so it's easier to get in the door, and trots into the dome.
It seems like there's a small crowd at the signups for Ring Drop, and she lets Abbadon back out now that he has more space. "Looks like a good amount of competition... I think we can still get in today, though." She takes her place at the back of what is probably a line, sharing a look with the person next to her. "Good luck, yeah? Who are you entering?"
[*does the pokeathelon exist here? i didn't see it but also it's in johto and it's a deece place for a sample at least]
Pokeathelon
this got lost in my inbox, i am so sorry
Norman Jayden | Heavy Rain
Hey,
I have a question about taking care of my pokemon partner. They’re one of those inorganic types; they don’t need food or water. Is there anything more I should be doing to take care of them? Software Upgrades? Floppy disks for chew toys? Proper grooming?
My partner is a porygon, by the way. I want to make sure they’re comfortable.
I’m a rookie to this training business. Any tips would be appreciated.
-- N. Jayden
II.) Action Post ; Violet City
[A routine trip to the market for a supply stock-up turns out to be a much longer errand when your sinuses are turning against you. Norman is eyeing on a few items in preparation for the day, all of them being allergy medicine.]
[He mumbles under his breath:] …Where’s the non-drowsy stu—
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[He cups a hand over his face, the other hand padding around his pockets for a tissue.] Shit! These damn allergies are killing me.
network post
Re: Norman Jayden | Heavy Rain
chihiro ogino | spirited away
Hello. Is this posting to the right place? The person who said her name was Mom didn't explain to me, but the Grandma with all her cats said this is how you can send messages to people who forget to come home and visit. I'm not on the computer or the internet much outside of school, so I'm sorry if I'm getting this wrong.
Are there other people who woke up here but aren't from here? If you know anyone like that, may I speak with them?
Thank you very much.
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i give up on the other font lmao
test driving fonts in the test drive, nice /o/
Winston Zeddemore | The Real Ghostbusters
Hi. I'm at the Library in Viridian City, looking for a good, compelling mystery to grab my attention for a while. Any recommendations on where to start? Authors and specific titles both welcome. Thanks in advance. - Winston Z.
II. [Action] Cherrygrove Spa
[As tempting as a deep-tissue massage may sound to him at the moment, Winston's not here for himself. He's standing off to the side of one of the below-ground mud pools, arms crossed, looking down fondly at the little mudbray eagerly mucking about.]
Glad to see you're enjoying yourself, little buddy.
[His mudbray decides to respond to this sentiment by jumping out of the pool and shaking herself from head to tail like a dog that's come indoors after a rainy day, flinging mud all around the place. Winston, being right next to her, is unfortunate enough to catch the brunt of it. Once she's done, she lets loose a mocking bray at him before cheerfully jumping back inside the mud like nothing happened.]
[Admittedly, it doesn't phase Winston much to get hit by the gunk- living with Slimer's given him some tolerance for this sort of thing. He just sighs and accepts that he'll need to give these clothes a more thorough washing afterwards.]
[No, he's much more concerned about the other spa attendees unfortunate enough to get caught in the crossfire.] ...sorry about the mess. [He says, giving a meek, apologetic smile to the other non-mudbathing guests in the area.]
III. [Video] Ecruteak City
[The network stream starts off with Winston by himself, casually sitting on the stairway outside of the Burned Tower. He's got the sort of subtle smirk on his face like he's just thought of a joke, and is desperately attempting to keep a straight face while he's setting it up.]
So- as a ghostbuster, I figured this city'd be well worth my time to check out... From what I've gathered, it's garnered something of a reputation- been host to its fair share of hauntings and all that. Should be easy to find spirits here... Pfft-
...and wouldn't you know it, I'm seeing a whole lot of murders-
[He swings the camera around to show the rows upon rows of murkrow eerily perched upon the rooftops of every building, like a scene straight out of The Birds.]
-so a ghost shouldn't be too far away! [Now that he's delivered the punchline for his bad pun, he finally feels like he can let himself laugh at it... the up-and-down bounce of his shoulders gets the camera to shake a bit in his hands-]
[...and the shakes suddenly start to turn frantic and violent, like there's somebody else trying to wrestle the camera away from behind him. A dark wispy fog-like entity creeps into the screen's periphery, and Winston's blood runs cold as it overcomes him.] Woah, what the-?! [The feed becomes an indecipherable blur of colors streaking by the screen as he tumbles down the stairs with a frightened yelp-]
[The transmission abruptly cuts off.]
[...]
[It blinks back on a few seconds later, showing Winston laying face-down on the dirt ground. Lifting his head up, letting out a labored groan, Winston grits his teeth and gives a pointed glance at... something off-camera, with a weary look in his eyes that seems more displeased than horrified.]
...next time... just boo me.
Action - Cherrygrove
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John Egbert | Homestuck (Meat Epilogue)
John isn't looking a gift horse in the mouth, exactly. The nice momly lady (maybe actually somehow his mom here, based on what he remembers about Pokemon) gave him a backpack sylladex with a bunch of free stuff in it, and she didn't have to do that. He actually kind of embarrassingly teared up when he found the packed lunch inside it (though if it happens in the forest when nobody is around to see it, did it really happen? Probably not. Nobody needs to know John Egbert cried over onigiri shaped like little seal faces.)
The problem he's having, here, is it's been kind of wet all day and the sun is starting to set and all he has for this situation in his backpack is a sleeping bag and nothing else. It's not as if he has any hidden wilderness survival skills: he hasn't done anything like that since, well. The world ended. Alice, his Swablu, is sitting at the base of a tree the rain hasn't soaked through yet and watching him with quiet interest as he rummages in his backpack.
"I guess I could set up this clothesline and hang a towel over it...somehow?" he says to the bird. Alice responds with a high-pitched peeping noise and lifts himself up and then down on his feet, settling back down like a ball with a face. "You have no idea either, huh. You would probably be just fine in this tree. What if we trade? You get me inside that Poké Ball and I will take a nap." Predictably, Alice cocks his body sideways in confusion and John sighs. "Yeah, that isn't something that works, is it. I will just have to..."
He trails off at the sound of someone approaching, turning towards the sound.
"Uh...hey," he says carefully to the newcomer. "Listen, can we do the battling thing tomorrow? I am kind of busy right now with my...tent." He lifts up a clothesline and a bath-towel indicatively. "I'm sure we can work something out."
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so i get that a lot of stuff here is going to work in a weird way because that is just how the game functions but i still have an important question.
do i keep the poke ball in small mode for small pokemon? does it even work to catch them if you don't expand it first? i saw one of those...flower babies yesterday and i was too worried to try and catch it because it is basically the same size as the ball and i think that might kill it if i throw it expanded, but, uh. if it doesn't work not expanded that would be like i am throwing a rock at a flower baby and i'm pretty sure that's animal cruelty!
the poke balls don't hurt in general, do they? it's hard to tell, sometimes, because i am throwing them pretty far.
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