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Entry tags:
- c: fuji yuuta,
- c: hero ibuki,
- c: jackal kuwahara,
- c: jade curtiss,
- c: kirihara akaya,
- c: kujikawa rise,
- c: niou masaharu,
- c: ootori choutarou,
- c: oshitari yuushi,
- c: shiraishi kuranosuke,
- c: soma,
- c: takakura himari,
- c: tooyama kintarou,
- c: yagyuu hiroshi,
- c: yukimura seiichi,
- location: new bark town,
- post: action,
- post: video
001; video/action: new bark town; adventure time;
[when the video feed turns on, there’s a hassle in the background, a burst of flame, some frantic jabbering in the background. a dark-skinned lad with a worried expression gestures at a sleepy camel in tow. the camel sneezes. there is fire. the Mom, her expression pleasant, is reaching for a broom. his voice filters through the speakers, frantic--]
But ma’am, you don’t understand! The camel, it’s sneezing fire! Is it allergies? No, shouldn’t this violate some kind of a safety hazard--?
[meanwhile, in the background, a redhead, smaller than the tanned kid, is fussing about, opening drawers, peeking in cabinets, turning over jars and looking underneath various furniture. he’s followed around by a tiny, fat, blue thing, picking up discarded items, sniffing at them and checking if they’re edible, then hiding them in its furry skirt-thing. they’re both not paying any attention to the flaming camel. why? because there is something much more important to do.]
Oi, Jackal, stop bothering Mom about the camel and help me find marshmallows. We can totally roast them every time that thing sneezes!
[the dark-skinned lad double-takes, makes a choking sort of sound, and turns to his companion. Mom is smiling.]
Bunta, what are you-- [a sudden, angry, scraping sound, the texture of a broom across a countertop, and Jackal throws up his arms, eyes wide] No, ma’am, please, put down that broom! Ma’am--
Uh oh, trouble!
You think?! Door, door, door--
[the roar of a mother, reclaiming her kitchen, because some things are universal. the broom swings through the air. the video catches the tail end of two teenagers, a camel and a … furry bear cub thing as they careen out the door, the redhead victorious with a jar of cookies tucked under his arm like a trophy (a soft echo of ‘dou, tensai-teki?’ in his wake.)]
OUT. Out, out, out, out, out--
[aaaaand feed cuts]
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thickfat AND remothering ARE GONNA REPLY. THREADJACK EVERYWHERE. ]
But ma’am, you don’t understand! The camel, it’s sneezing fire! Is it allergies? No, shouldn’t this violate some kind of a safety hazard--?
[meanwhile, in the background, a redhead, smaller than the tanned kid, is fussing about, opening drawers, peeking in cabinets, turning over jars and looking underneath various furniture. he’s followed around by a tiny, fat, blue thing, picking up discarded items, sniffing at them and checking if they’re edible, then hiding them in its furry skirt-thing. they’re both not paying any attention to the flaming camel. why? because there is something much more important to do.]
Oi, Jackal, stop bothering Mom about the camel and help me find marshmallows. We can totally roast them every time that thing sneezes!
[the dark-skinned lad double-takes, makes a choking sort of sound, and turns to his companion. Mom is smiling.]
Bunta, what are you-- [a sudden, angry, scraping sound, the texture of a broom across a countertop, and Jackal throws up his arms, eyes wide] No, ma’am, please, put down that broom! Ma’am--
Uh oh, trouble!
You think?! Door, door, door--
[the roar of a mother, reclaiming her kitchen, because some things are universal. the broom swings through the air. the video catches the tail end of two teenagers, a camel and a … furry bear cub thing as they careen out the door, the redhead victorious with a jar of cookies tucked under his arm like a trophy (a soft echo of ‘dou, tensai-teki?’ in his wake.)]
OUT. Out, out, out, out, out--
[aaaaand feed cuts]
[ooc; BOTH
thickfat AND remothering ARE GONNA REPLY. THREADJACK EVERYWHERE. ]
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[watch as the munchlax reaches for something under its furry skirt and eats it. and marui doesn't even mind.]
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At the moment, we're currently renting a house in Goldenrod City. And I can attest to the fact that Yukimura-kun is raising a fine garden out near the tennis court.
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Tennis court! That's awesome news. You think pokémon can learn tennis? Oh, wait, where do we get rackets, though? I didn't find mine when I got here....
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Ah, and you won't find a store with tennis equipment until Goldenrod City, I'm afraid. Yet another reason why we chose this one in which to establish ourselves.
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Is it really three weeks away from here? [please say otherwise, please say otherwise, please say otherwise...!!!!!]
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And it's three weeks by foot, at least. Considerably less by air.
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So not like the old game at all.
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I better go tell Jackal. He'll probably flip out, or something.
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Have you spoken with Niou-kun yet?
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But uh, nope. No sign of him yet. You should probably keep him on a leash to keep him out of trouble. [not that that would ever work, but hey. marui will keep suggesting it.]
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Perhaps I am. How would you know the difference?
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Yeeeeah, I'm gonna go talk to Jackal now, bye.
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