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Reading the note Jon immediately decides against visiting the Boon Island Department Store. He really hadn't done much to help last night. Besides it didn't seem right to expect a reward just for trying to help someone.
As he walks around the tents being set up by the expo he watches the technicians and the other workers preparing exhibits.
GM of Star Wars Sagas Into the Unknown
GM of M&M "And Justice For All."
GM of Dresden Files Low Life
GM of Wyvern Watch
Berru Secune in Rise of the Jedi
GM of Star Wars Sagas the Dark Times- Concluded.
GM of Star Wars Sagas Jabba's Palace- Concluded due to injury.
Bart Allen/ The Flash in M&M Metropolis- Concluded.
Koyi Disturbances in the Force- Concluded.
Jessup Owlbeard Forge of the Dawn Titan- Withdrawn due to injury.
Sal Mander In the Shadow of Zeus- Concluded.
Zevoto in Out in the Black- WIthdrawn due to injury.
It doesn't take too long for Mitch and Pei to re-pack, so they decide to swing by the Department Store first thing, and cash in on the free Pokeball offer. "After all, we're going to need more Pokeballs," says Mitch, "in just a day or two."
Pei hops up on the hotel bed. "Gonpory rypor?"
"Well, yeah, but I don't think I'm going to turn down a reward for doing good and risking our necks - maybe that new Pokeball helps me do more good later, even." Mitch shrugs. "Besides, my goal with all this isn't to be the white knight, it's to get my Ph.D."
"Gonry." Pei glowers at Mitch just the tiniest bit.
"...Yeah, okay: eventually. And it's not like I won't do the right thing the next time we get accosted by a thief in a dark alley." Mitch gets an idea, suddenly, and raises an eyebrow. "But, hey, while I'm there, if you wanna window shop and maybe think about which TM you'll want the next time we're near a department store, that's cool by me."
"Por!"
...
Once there, though, it doesn't actually take Mitch long to pick out his free Pokeball: Talking with the clerk about their stock, he quickly decides to take an Ultra Ball. Pei, for his part, doesn't get excited about any of the other TMs in stock - maybe because none of them are as expressive as Flash can be.
Walking out, the researcher looks down at his polygonal pal, and says, "you ready to see what the big event is, Pei?"
"Por!"
Obviously, we're still in the tutorial area and haven't yet unlocked the questlog and character level-up screen. ^_^
And, yeah, Ultra Ball for me.
[Morning]
A new day, a new opportunity... at least, that was what Mr. Fuji always said back at Lavender Town. But for Ripley Venkmann, today would be the day of many opportunities.
Having checked out of the Hotel (but not before having a delicious breakfast beforehand), and having all his gear safely tucked in his backpack (not that he needed to pack everything up; it was STILL in his backpack all this time) the young trainer makes his way towards the police station, hoping to wrap up everything from last night, and finally go on with his own adventure.
After answering the officer’s questions and delivering his testimony regarding last night, Ripley finally sighed a breath of relief. Not that he enjoyed that little escapade from before. But he had a job to do, collecting Gym badges and becoming Lavender Town’s gym leader. Not gallivanting around stopping supposedly disbanded eco-terrorist organizations.
<Now that that’s over with, I can finally get some things done before hitting the expo.> he thought to himself.
Ripley revised the notice he received earlier as he made his way to the Department Store. Being rewarded for their efforts last night sounded mighty fine to the young trainer.
<The only disappointment was that the girl got awa.. HEY! You’re done with that whole thing! Get over it! Besides, it’s a gift! You know it’s just rude not to accept a gift from people whose business you just saved. Besides, rather you take the ball, than some Team Magma grun... oookay, I’ll think I’ll just stop thinking about it right now. Yeah.>
Once he got there, he asked the sales clerk for a list on their stock of Poke balls they had on hand. As he checked through each of the different balls, he found that none of them served any special purposes that suited his capture style. He decided to take an Ultra Ball for his efforts instead.
“Simple, yet reasonably effective,” Ripley reasoned to himself regarding the Ultra Ball.
[Ripley received 1X Ultra Ball!]
After that task, Ripley sets out towards the Pokémon Centre, hoping that the little Pidgey (named Jenine) he caught yesterday was alright. Once he got there, he immediately asked the nurse if Jenine was okay.
“Sure she is. Seems she was in quite the battle. But nothing the doctors couldn’t handle or mend Here, see for yourself.” Replied the nurse, as she handed him Jenine’s Pokeball. Ripley brought out the little Pidgey from its ball. As it materializes, Ripley waves at Jenine. “Hey there!”
The Pidgey skips about nervously, not really sure of what to do. Maybe if it had it’s old friends with it, it could have fought back. In here though it was in some strange environment, and standing in front of it was a tall human boy with White hair. Hoping it would soothe the little bird Pokémon, Ripley brings out Forte. Forte looks at the beleaguered Jenine, and tries talking to it.
Unsure, Jenine looks at Ripley in front of it. Ripley smiles. “Don’t know what Forte over here said to you, but you’ve no reason to fear me. In fact, Since I captured you, I’m willing to work alongside you. I intend to train any Pokemon I catch, and turn them into capable fighters and combatants. Heck, I believe you can become so much more from this weak state you’re in. Trust me, I got a knack for such things. All I’m asking is that you trust me. In fact, why don’t you tag along with us now? You can see all the sites and stuff at today’s expo. It’s going to be quite exciting. What do you say?” he says, as he lowers his open hand at the small Pidgey. “Friends?”
The Pidgey looks back at Forte, then back at Ripley. Satisfied, it hops onto the trainer’s open hand, and then proceeds to hop onto one of the Ace Trainer’s shoulders, nestling on it at the same time.
Ripley smiles. “Welcome to the team, Jenine. Now, let’s go do one more thing, and then we’ll set off towards the expo.”
With that, Ripley stands up, and walks out of the Center (with Forte and Jenine in tow), content that he has befriended his first Pokémon on his adventure.
[Jenine befriended]
It didn’t take Ripley that long to reach the beach. He searched far and wide on the beach till he found what he was looking for: a large series of tide pools. As he reached the tide pools, he looked around for any pool that seemed vacant, yet filled to the brim with sea water. Satisfied that he finally found one, he starts fumbling around his belt, looking for Dagon’s Pokeball. Jenine looks around confused, not sure why they were here. She tries pecking Ripley on the cheek.
“Ow! I know where not at the expo yet, but I need to finish one more issue before we go. Okay? Aha! Here it is!”
Ripley tosses Dagon’s ball into the pool. Soon after, a Horsea materializes and looks around perplexed, not really sure on how it got there in a small tide pool. As it spots Ripley though, it sprays him in the face with water. Jenine flies off and lands on a nearby jutting rock, and Forte tries to block the water with its gaseous body (though that proved fruitless, since it passed through him regardless. Ripley nonetheless takes it in stride.
“Yeah, I guess I kind of deserved that, since I caught you with barely a fair fight on your end.”
Soon after, the Horsea stops, knowing that it’s threat was entirely useless against the human. Seeing the threat over, Jenine hops off the rock, and lands near the edge of the pool. Forte does the same. Both try their luck at talking to the little seahorse Pokémon, while Ripley takes out his beach towel from his backpack, and tries to clean off the water from his face.
When Ripley finished cleaning up, he noticed the Horsea was quite friendly with his two Pokemon. It seems that it was lonely after all. Ripley attempts to talk to the Horsea.
“I see you seem to enjoy being in the company of other Pokemon. Something tells me you were alone before I even caught you, am I right?” The Horsea nods its head. “Well, then...” Ripley continues, “... If you stick with us, I can guarantee you’ll never be alone. In fact, I’m actually building up a team. And like I told Jenine here,” The Pidgey chirps at her name, “Any Pokemon I catch I’m going to train. I can see you becoming a force to be reckoned. Trust me; I got a knack for such things. I believe in you. All I’m asking is that you trust me in return. In fact, why don’t you tag along with us now? You can see all the sites and stuff at today’s expo. I could carry you in my arms, if it’s all right. It’s going to be quite exciting. What do you say?”
The Horsea looks back at Forte and Jenine. Jenine nods at the little seahorse, while Forte merely smiles (though it looked more like a creepy smile, since he was a Ghost Pokemon). Dagon sighs, and nods her own head slightly, not really sure if this is what she wanted. She was alone, it admitted, but these were still strangers. Still, what sould she possibly lose, now that she is captured? Ripley smiles once more, the second time that day. “Welcome to the team, Dagon. Now, before we go off towards the expo, let’s have some fun here on the beach.”
[Dagon befriended]
Ripley spent the rest of that morning playing some games with his new Pokémon, letting them get to know one another. He knew that if they were to work together, they needed to form a unique bond with one another.
[Noonish...]
By the time Ripley made it to the expo, the exhibits were well underway, and Ripley couldn’t help but think to himself that he was perhaps the last of the ticket winners to finally make it to the expo. Regardless, with Forte trailing behind him, Jenine perched on his shoulder, and Dagon firmly held in his left arm, Ripley walks into the expo, a smile forming on his lips. He made two friends today. What more could he possibly want from today?
Finally got the remaining two Pokémon befriended, still need to earn their loyalty, however.
Also, took an Ultra Ball as well
Updated an earlier post with the prices of soda pop/lava cookies.
After a couple of hours the Expo is proclaimed “Open” yet for the past several hours people have been free to observe the tents. For a single company, quite a few displays are setup, containing a large amount of primarily pokemon-related technology of varying degrees of practicality, some bordering on niche use that others may call impractical. To a well-informed observer this might be viewed as a likely consequence for the great degree of freedom, at least for a company, that Devon Corporation allows their R&D department when pursuing new products. A couple of displays in particular draw the attention of the pokemon trainers viewing the expo.
Most eye-catching is the display of the new tools any trainer uses, pokeballs. There appear to be five new designs on display, each with a caption below it.
- A rather simple pokeball with the top hemisphere split between a yellow orange and an evergreen color. “Kindle Ball”
- Another pokeball with both hemispheres a dull brown, interspersed by tiny patches of silver. “Ore Ball”
- A very similar pokeball in design to the above one, with a checkered pattern of dirt brown and slate gray on both hemispheres of the ball. “Terra Ball”
- A pokeball with a white bottom, but with a jade green top with wispy light blue lines running amongst the jade. “Zephyr Ball”
- Finally, and perhaps the most unusual, a pokemon that seems to have nothing but the color of amethyst...and the depth. Looking into it, it looks like the outer shell extends further into the pokeball than it could possibly be… The caption on this reads “Oracle Ball”.
Another booth advertises a wide amount of upgrades for the Hoenn-based pokenav. A few smaller models are on display, likely to compete with the traditionally much smaller poketch, pokegear, and even recent pokedex models.
There are also a number of new apps on display in a corner of the booth. Breeder’s Aide? Berry Tracker? Battle Simulator? There’s something…familiar sounding about these app names, but neither Jon, nor Mitch, nor Ripley can figure out exactly what it is.
A currently blank exhibit advertises a “Pokemon Producing Machine” that is apparently running late on being set up. A live demonstration is scheduled in a couple hours, however…
Tucked away in a not particularly noticeable space between two tents is a rather small tent that is also empty, the words “Pokemon Dream Machine” written. A small, hastily scribbled apology has been pasted under the sign, claiming that the Pokemon Dream Machine is not ready for view by the public due to technical difficulties.
Lastly, and perhaps most welcome, a multitude of food stands have set up shop, hawking wares claimed to be from various regions outside of Hoenn, as few as a sparse few notable hoenn dishes.
As noted on the itinerary, an unveiling is supposed to take place at sunset, though the Devon Corporation employees present refuse to speak of it. Some of the now increasingly-obvious celebrity and notable guests talk amongst each other about what it could be.
Make sure to read the earlier update if you missed it, and go ahead and finish up whatever you wanted to do (if anything) in the morning. I'm available on #bide in rizon.net or on this forum's PMs for questions.
That demo is going to be around 4:30.
Glancing at each of the booths for a few seconds Jon decides to start at the food booths, better to get something to eat before spending what was left of his money on high tech gadgets. Jon moves past the booths and begins looking over the offered food in an effort to find something especially appealing.
GM of Star Wars Sagas Into the Unknown
GM of M&M "And Justice For All."
GM of Dresden Files Low Life
GM of Wyvern Watch
Berru Secune in Rise of the Jedi
GM of Star Wars Sagas the Dark Times- Concluded.
GM of Star Wars Sagas Jabba's Palace- Concluded due to injury.
Bart Allen/ The Flash in M&M Metropolis- Concluded.
Koyi Disturbances in the Force- Concluded.
Jessup Owlbeard Forge of the Dawn Titan- Withdrawn due to injury.
Sal Mander In the Shadow of Zeus- Concluded.
Zevoto in Out in the Black- WIthdrawn due to injury.
Otto and Gideon wake up early, and enjoy a quick jog around the island, stopping by the ocean to fill up weights and pump some iron for a bit, strategizing various contest tactics. After returning to the hotel and packing up, they head over to the police station to give a (not particularly helpful) testimony.
The pair make sure to have a hearty, protein-filled breakfast before heading down to the department store and picking out a premier ball to add to Otto's supplies (nothing makes an impression quite like a premier ball (tm)). He thanks the cashiers and begins to leisurely walk to the beach.
"So, uhh, bro?" Otto asks with a tinge of anxiety as Gideon walks beside him.
"Chop!"
"Yeah, well, I was wondering, what do you think about breaking rocks?"
Gideon perks up, and nods his head ecstatically. Otto figured as much.
"Great, bro! That's great. So, I think I may know a, uh, secret technique, I guess. It's gonna be hard to learn, but if you are really dedicated to being the toughest Machamp around--"
"Chop!" Gideon interrupts.
"Okay then, but you'll need to trust me. Smashing rocks is easy to learn, but difficult to master."
Otto leads Gideon down to the beach; within sight of the only now beginning expo, but still a way away from it.
"Okay, Gideon, are you sure you want me to teach you how to crush rocks with your bare fists?"
"Chopchopchop!" the machop yells, jumping up and down with anticipation.
Otto lets out an apprehensive sigh, then continues: "Alright then, I'm just gonna need you to close your eyes."
Gideon looks confused for a moment, but does as told. Otto rustles through his duffle bag and carefully pulls out the Rock Smash TM, still packaged. Deep breath. He just needed to administer the shot quickly and painlessly. Gideon would thank him later. Maybe Otto would be lucky and the Machop wouldn't even notice the prick?
"Okay, now what you've got to do right now is just think about rocks. Big ones, small ones, rough ones, smooth ones. Just focus on them, bro. Just focus, real hard, and make sure your eyes are closed."
Otto could feel the sweat run down his forehead as he carefully removed the needle from its container, knelt down, and slowly leaned forward. This would be easy. Gideon would thank him later. Just a little bit closer. Just. a bit. closer.
Gideon had tried very very hard to think about rocks, but his wandering mind found it nearly impossible to focus on things so boring for too long. Wondering if maybe the training was already over, the pokémon decides to take a small peak out of his left eye, just to see what is going on. Then he saw it.
The metallic point. The swirling green fluid. The sterile plastic container ticked with cold, calculating numbers. The needle must have been a have a foot away, but Gideon could already feel it's terrible, jabbing sting. He reacted instinctively to the sight with a quick punch outward, not fully registering that he was hitting his coordinator's nose. He shrieks at the top of his lungs as Otto falls backwards into the sand with a loud "Oof!" Still thinking reacting out of pure fear, and maybe a little betrayal, the Machop dashes away into the expo, trying to escape the vile injection.
As Otto's hand ran across his bent nose and got a bit wet from blood, a distinct thought came through his head:
"I messed up."
The trainer lifts his body up, and scans to see if he could find his pokémon. No trace.
"Dangit. Gideon?!" Dismayed and upset with himself, Otto picks up his bag and races into the expo after the Machop, trying to find him.
Sorry for dropping off for a while. I'm gonna try and keep up better this time.
"Wha...Whatzat?" Jamie gets caught in the bed sheets, and tumbles into a heap on the floor. Waking with a start, she looks around in confusion, as the room was completely unfamiliar to her. It takes a few minutes before she remembers that she was staying in a hotel. Opening the window to get a breath of that island air, she coughs as she can only smell herself. Having fallen asleep in her clothes, and realizing the last time she had really had a good shower was before she got on the ship, Jamie smelled a bit ripe.
After a nice long soak, and a fresh set of clothes, Jamie feels like a brand new woman. Wadding up the old clothes, and stuffing them in her bag, Jamie took a look at the schedule for today. Nothing important until the expo in the afternoon, though she supposed that the police did say that they wanted them to come in for some interviews, and who knows if there’d be more crazy delibird bandits again tonight. And that nice old couple did say that they would have more tasty treats available today.
Well, she had plenty of time, might as well just go for a walk and see where her feet lead her. Maybe a place to print out some of the pictures she took of the battle. So many new pokemon to put in her “pokedex.” Like that green blob. And maybe the people at the police station might want to see them too! The rangers in goldenrod seemed to like them, if the funny faces and laughs they made whenever she showed them it were any indication.
It was a nice day, so Jamie decided to let her pokemon out to enjoy the weather too. Handy was still sleeping, the lazy bum, apparently he didn’t do enough of that when the rest of us were trying to chase down that thief last night, so Jamie returned him to his ball. In the meantime, the pony was wide awake, and quite confused and intimidated by all the people and buildings towering over them. Seeing the trepidation, Jamie reached forward to smooth the ponyta’s mane reassuringly.
“It’s okay Mr. Pony, it’s just a city. Do you want to go for a run, or maybe get some breakfast?”
Perking up at the mention of the word run, the ponyta snapped out of her funk and immediately pranced forward. Taken off guard, Jamie shambled after the runaway equine, thanking Entei that at least the streets were pretty clear, it was already late enough that most people were already at work.
“W…wait up! Watch out for other people!”
Chasing after the energetic fire horse was exhausting, and after only half an hour Jamie (and her clothes) were about ready for another shower, if not a nice long bath. The ponyta on the other hand, was still fired up, and tilted her head to see why Jamie had stopped following.
“Sorry, I think we’ll need to work up to your exercise a bit. Besides, aren’t you hungry? Let’s get some breakfast”
Walking at a bit more sane pace, Jamie took out the map that was provided she noted that while they were probably pretty close to McGolducks, she didn’t think they really had anything that would suit a growing ponyta. Not that they were particularly healthy for growing trainers either... The department store was probably her best bet. She probably should get some pokechow for her new addition anyway, and they sold cheap sandwiches and stuff too.
Hobbling the last couple of blocks to the department store, the ponyta prancing back and forth around to try to get her to move faster, Jamie let out a sigh of relief as she entered the air conditioning of the department store. As she browsed the food section for some herbivorous pokechow (Handy preferred stealing her food to actually eating real pokemon food), one of the workers who had helped her yesterday tapped her on the shoulder to let her know about how the department store was thankful to the ticket holders, and was letting them choose a free ball in thanks.
Looking over their selection of pokeballs, Jamie was tempted to take the most of their generosity and get one of those amazing ultraballs, that cost almost as much as she had in her wallet, but her eyes were drawn to something else. But before she made that decision, she decided to have a look at some of the specialty balls that were in stock from the expo. While she knew about specialty balls from the peddlers who came with their rustic (and overpriced) apricorn balls at the Goldenrod Bazaar, she had never seen any of these ones. Most of them she dismissed, as the reliability of a premium pokeball would be better than a situational boost, at least on her budget. However that black and gold one that had the tag talking about the power of friendship…
Jamie’s thought process was derailed as she saw a large light show coming from the next aisle over. Grabbing the luxury ball, she rushed over to see what was going on. A small crowd had gathered around one of the store’s employees, who was demonstrating something called “seals” by releasing his various pokemon in showers of glitter and hearts. However, it was the appearance of his growlithe heralded by a burst of flames that really caught her attention. And she did feel a little bad, having been given a shopping spree and a free pokeball without spending any actual money there…
Doing a quick inventory of the seals they had in stock, Jamie quickly grabbed one of the red fire stickers for her new ponyta, wondering if the flame sticker would make her go any faster. Or if it would even be a good thing if it did. Thinking how Handy would be put out if she didn’t get something for him too, Jamie also grabbed one of the cheapest confetti ones they had, even though the fire one was the one she really wanted. And could afford. Juggling the seals, Luxury ball, and food (both for her and the pokemon), Jamie quickly checked out.
Seeing the old couple set up outside (and wondering how she had missed them on the way in), Jamie went over to talk to them. Smiling, she told them about how well the cookie had worked at waking up Mitch, and made some small talk about the expo that afternoon. Frowning at how thin her wallet was (2/3 of the money she had saved for months already gone and only on the 2nd day!), she took another cookie, as well as one of the drinks. She refused to believe that it was just water, even super special awesome magical spring water. Not at these prices.
As she and her pokemon had their mid-morning meal, Jamie tried to make a checklist of what she still had to do today, and started feeling a bit overwhelmed. She still needed to go to the police station to do that interview they wanted, but before doing that, she really should go find somewhere to print out some of the better shots from the night. That red blob with the meowth ears would surely help them identify the thief. Even though it’s debatable whether it was a person or a pokemon. And surely that green motion blur in the corner would be instrumental in finding out what kind of pokemon she had.
But first, maybe she should swing back by the hotel and take another shower. Perhaps she should have thought about that before being chased about by her overenthusiastic pony. But the hotel had better shampoo than she did at home. And she should probably also pack, in case those other ticket holders insisted on staying out so late again tonight.
Jamie got a Luxury Ball!
Jamie got a Flame Seal A! (50P)
Jamie got a Party Seal A! (50P)
Jamie got a Fresh Water(?)! (300P)
Jamie got a Lava Cookie (?)! (200P)
Jamie has next to no money left! (-600P)
Mitch and Pei stroll amongst the exhibits, Mitch pointing out to his Porygon the exhibits he's read some research on.
"I imagine the Pokemon Producing Machine is related to Bill's seminal storage and teleportation work," says the researcher. "You know, there've always been rumors about an accident that happened during tha- Pei!"
Turning around, Mitch sees Apeirohedron checking out the Dream Machine, his polygonal body starting to glow blue, about to jump into the machine's workings. At the human's shout, though, Pei powers down and stops. "Por..."
"No jumping into untested equipment, Pei. It could be bad for the both of you." Mitch walks over to check out the machine's placard, and reads it with increasing interest. "...And I think it's hooked up to the Internet somehow. If it is, they probably didn't bother to put any anti-virus software on it for a demonstration - it'd be lower on their priorities than getting it to work, at least."
Pei puts on an angry face, mostly false. "Gonry rypor."
Mitch shrugs. "You're an edge case for technology like this, Pei - Porygon are expensive to find, and they tend to get into trouble from curiosity around machines." He glances over at his own Porygon, its angry face now gone. "Don't worry about it. We'll probably have a chance to play with it by this time next year, it looks like."
"Now, come on - I want to see what the new Pokeballs are before the demonstrations start!"
Sorry for the late response; hadn't updated my tab with this thread in it yesterday.
Ripley was simply astonished at the expo, impressed at all the different people that were attending and observing there. Sure the technology on display was impressive, but some of it looked like only a rocket scientist could properly understand on how it would function.
Ripley was dissapointed when the Pokemon Dream Machine demonstration was cancelled due to technical difficulties. He would gladly wanted to let one of his Pokemon (Forte perhaps) volunteer, if only to see what his Pokemon were dreaming about. Still, there were a lot of things to do here in the expo.
As he took in the sights, he made sure to keep a close eye on the Gastly, as he was constantly straying away from the group, looking at all the stalls by itself, and the strange technology and gizmos on display for those attending. His vigilance proved nearly worthless, when he spotted Forte, licking the new Pokeballs on display. RIpley could not help but facepalm himself, thinking the Gastly mistook the balls for Jawbreakers. Ripley never felt so embarrased in public like that! After recalling Forte back into his own ball Ripley had to deal with a nearly infuriated attendant (who gladly calmed somewhat when he recognized Ripley for one of the Devon Corp Ticket winners).
As he moved away from the Pokeball booth (with what little composure he could muster) Ripley found a nice, quiet spot and summoned Forte back from out of his Pokeball. "Damn it Forte!" Ripley scolded. "Do you WANT to go back into your Pokeball?! This isn't a candy store, you know! This is an expo, which means lots of people, and really important things going on! There's some really important people and bigwigs here at the expo, one of whom might be the President of Devon Corp. What would they think if they saw you going all willy-nilly over their equipment like that? What would they think of me? Thankfully, no one important saw us. You really need to think things through, you know! Just because we're small time celebrities here on this island, doesn't mean we can just waltz off and bother people when they're busy! Look, I know your just curious. Heck, even I'm curious! But let's show some restraint, you know. Let's show them that we're responible guys. People like people with manners. Makes them look civilized, and stuff. And another thing. Remember, we're representing Lavender Town. If we do good, Lavender looks good. If we do terrible stuff, then Lavender looks terrible, you know what I'm saying? You WANT people to think Lavender Town's full of ill-behaved people and Pokemon? DO you?!"
Forte shakes his head, finally feeling a bit embarrased at the whole ordeal. Dagon and Jenine, though not hailing from Lavender Town (and were kind of new to the team), nonetheless try to convince Forte to act mature... at least for the rest of the day.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now let's go out there and show the world how responsible people from Lavender are!"
With that, Ripley (and with a more settled Forte in tow) and the rest of his team explore the remainder of the expo, with the young Ace Trainer looking very interested at the Pokemon Producing Machine demonstration that wasalmost about to start...
After catching up with and apologizing to Gideon (which involved spending money for an expensive and exotic meal for the Machop), the duo begin to browse through and enjoy the exhibits, although Gideon remains angry. While scanning the stops and crowds, Otto sees a familiar tuft of grey hair.
"Hey, Rips!" He calls out. Maybe Gideon would cheer up if he could interact with some people he knew? Reading the words "Pokémon Producing Machine," out loud, Otto turns to the ace trainer and asks "What's that all about?"
As he hears his name being called, Ripley turns around and spots the overenthusiastic, muscle-bound young man from yesterday.
"Oh hey! Otto! How's it going with Gideon's training? Learned anything new when I wasn't looking?"
As Otto explained his dilemma regarding the Machop this morning to him (which was a lot easier since Gideon was too busy showing his flexing at the astounded Gastly to even listen in on the conversation) Ripley offered his own piece of advice.
"Truth be told, I haven't used any of those newfangled 'TMs', but my advice is to maybe ask one of the nurses at the Pokecenter to help you out. They might know how to deal with it."
When Otto asked about the demonstration, Ripley merely shakes his head, uncertain of what is to happen.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Some of the people here say it's rumoured to bring back dead rocks back to life. Poke Fossils, they call them. Myself? I believe it's a machine that creates artificial Pokemon. You know, like that researcher's Porygon from yesterday. Think about it. They could make a Chair Pokemon, or a Lawnmower Pokemon. Heck, it could maybe even make an Ice cream-based Pokemon. But that's rather silly, in my opinion."
Ripley looks back at the crowd, who by the looks of it, were preparing for the demonstration.
"But I guess we'll find out soon enough. The demonstration's about to begin!"
And with that, Ripley recalls Forte back to his side, all the while keeping one eye on the show... and one on his wily Gastly...
< I wonder what the others areup to here in the expo?> Ripley thought to himself.
Turning from the food vendors Jon makes his way back towards the exhibits hoping to find something going on. Spotting a crowd milling around in front of the Pokemon producing Machine he is happy to see Ripley and Otto among them. Approaching the older trainers he waves heartily.
"Hi guys I hope you both slept well. I really wouldn't blame you if you hadn't after last night though."
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GM of Star Wars Sagas Jabba's Palace- Concluded due to injury.
Bart Allen/ The Flash in M&M Metropolis- Concluded.
Koyi Disturbances in the Force- Concluded.
Jessup Owlbeard Forge of the Dawn Titan- Withdrawn due to injury.
Sal Mander In the Shadow of Zeus- Concluded.
Zevoto in Out in the Black- WIthdrawn due to injury.
What indeed. Let's pass some time.
[Devon Corporation Expo: 4:30 PM]
The demonstration of the Pokemon Producing Machine is as some people had predicted: a fossil resembling some form of plant life is placed into a machine about the size of a tool shed. Little can be seen of what happened on the inside, but for thirty minutes the machine whirrs on as a lecturer begins to speak.
“It is our hope to release the pokemon producing machine as a cheaper version of the fossil reviving prototypes developed independently by Devon Corporation and Cinnabar Labs years ago. By creating a clone with DNA present in the fossil an egg of the pokemon can now be produced without significantly harming the structure of the fossil itself, and manufacturing procedures for these machines have been streamlined to the extent that we hope that one day every major university can afford one of these machines.”
The man continues to lecture, explaining each process of the technique in greater detail and even going to speculate on the implications of this technology on the world at large.
Eventually, a loud beep is heard accompanied by a flashing green light on the top of the machine. The man puts on a pair of latex gloves, opens a compartment and displays an algae green and brown egg to polite applause by most of the celebrity guests.
Another group dinner is presented immediately after the demonstration, and at 5:45 PM attendants with megaphones ask for everyone to please follow them westwards…to the paved strip not over the island proper, but built on top of the ocean. Space really seems to be at a premium in Boon.
Several industrial trucks are seen on the strip now, with a large object conspicuously covered by a tarp…
If you want to purchase anything before leaving Boon Island, please do so before this Saturday night, February 5th. (when I plan to update again)
The demonstration of the pokemon producing machine had been more than worth the wait for the young pokemon breeder. Just the thought of restoring species lost to time had always been an interesting theory to Jon. Now that he'd seen the technology to do just that in person he found himself entirely unable to suffocate the fiery excitement growing inside of him. He had to know how the machine worked.
Waiting until all of the other onlookers and celebrity guest had left to fill their stomachs Jon slipped back to the exhibit and began to examine the machine. If he could figure out how it functioned perhaps he could learn some amazing secret about pokemon eggs.
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GM of M&M "And Justice For All."
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Berru Secune in Rise of the Jedi
GM of Star Wars Sagas the Dark Times- Concluded.
GM of Star Wars Sagas Jabba's Palace- Concluded due to injury.
Bart Allen/ The Flash in M&M Metropolis- Concluded.
Koyi Disturbances in the Force- Concluded.
Jessup Owlbeard Forge of the Dawn Titan- Withdrawn due to injury.
Sal Mander In the Shadow of Zeus- Concluded.
Zevoto in Out in the Black- WIthdrawn due to injury.
Ripley never attended the group dinner. Instead, he found someplace nearby (outside the exhibit) to ponder about this new and enhancement to modern science. Mr. Fuji always told him that there was a natural cycle for all Pokemon. When one 'dies', the old man said that it could bring birth to ghost Pokemon. Ripley didn't believe it at first but, considering the spiritual nature of Lavender Town, he soon grew accustomed to that train of thought. But other questions were troubling him. What would happen if a Prehistoric Pokemon was brought back from the dead as a clone? Would the original's spirit be shackled to it's mortal shell once more? Do clones even have souls? What would happen if a clone died?
Ripley considered these questions, and reflecting long and hard for a while, deep in thought. Such as it was he almost dozed off from overthinking. When he snapped awake, he spot the last of the exhibit guests walking off, towards other stands and exhibits this expo had to offer.
Before he tried thinking it over once more, Ripley spots Jon slipping back into the exhibit. <I guess he found it more interesting. Figures. Considering he wants to be a breeder. Best let him be and not get in the way. After all, kid's on his first adventure outside his home region. Same as myself.> The young man thought to himself.
"Let's go! We got a lot more left to see!" The young man pronounces, and his pokemon gladly oblidged.
Ripley leaves the demonstration stand and explores the rest of the expo. With the main attraction (from his point of view) now over, there was little else of interest to the trainer. Though the apps on display were quite interesting, RIpley believed you had to be some kind of tech expert to fully utilise those devices. As Ripley hears the announcement coming from the megaphones, he makes his way towards the paved strip, his Pokemon in tow.
Jamie was a bit frazzled. After having to run back to the hotel to take another shower, she finally found the police station just in time to find out that the detective that wanted to interview them had gone out for lunch.
At least that gave her a chance to print out some of the pictures. She slipped a few of the better ones (with handy taking an entirely undeserved rest in the middle of battle, he actually sat still enough that the purple blob actually had limbs!) into her ‘pokedex’. The rest, she handed to the detective who said in a not at all insincere deadpan, “I’m sure these... pictures will be of great use in our investigation.”
It was well into the afternoon by the time she finally got to the expo, and it was already pretty crowded. Feeling a little bad about spending all morning with the new ponyta, Jamie let Handy out, who jumped up onto her head to try to get a better view over the bustling crowd. Not that it really helped, since even combined, their height was well below average.
Wandering about, Jamie was somewhat glad she hadn’t rushed to get here early. Her beaten up old Pokegear was perfectly fine, and she’d never be able to afford one of those fancy pokewhatevers with their shiny “apps” and whatnot. Heck, she hadn’t even bothered to try and track down one of those radio expansion clips despite walking by the goldenrod radio station almost every day.
The pokeball display was a bit more interesting. And whoever designed these had style, especially that last one. She could try to make a stab at what the first four might do, but all she could do was stare, mesmerized by the patterns which seemed to move within the oracle ball, and wonder what it actually did.
Perhaps she had been pondering too long, for when she came back to herself her shoulder was considerably lighter, and noticeably less furry. Searching frantically, she weaved her way through the crowd to the food stands, where she guessed that Handy would most likely have run off to, but that was a miss. While a couple of the stand owners had complained about the aipom, he was already gone by the time she got there.
Following the path of complaints, she soon found herself outside the pokemon producing demonstration, which was just getting out. Handy had apparently recognized that other ticket trainer with the venonat and had followed him there. Noticing that he was still hanging around the machine while everyone else was filtering out, she walked over to see what was up.
“Hey! Um.... Johnny, right? How was the demonstration? This little rascal made me miss it.”
Mitch has been scribbling notes on the machine all across the edges of his pamphlet, having forgotten to bring a notebook to the presentation. By the end, it's more ink than paper, and the researcher looks pretty astounded by the results. "So they can sample the Pokemon DNA without outright destroying the entire sample... they're not kidding when they're thinking about mass-producing Pokemon, at least on a very small scale. That's a thing they could actually do!"
Mitch folds the note-covered pamphlet up, puts it in his pocket, and looks down at Apeirohedron. "You wanna see what else we can squeeze out of them before the final event?"
The Porygon jolts, having nearly fallen asleep during the more technical bits. With a synthesized yawn, it says "Porypor gon..."
"Oh, come on. Once I actually get my Ph.D. these are the kinds of machines we could be using! Or even better, making grad students use!" Clearly excited by this possibility - plus, you know, the actual academic benefit to man- and poke-kind - Mitch gently but hurredly nudges Pei out of the aisle, and tries to get a closer look at the device.
Looks like he's not the only one, either: while most people are heading for one more round of free food, there's one other guy staying behind for a second look - another ticket-holder, I think, not that I've seen many of them since the fight in the alley. I should probably make more of an effort to say 'hey'... but after I take a closer look. Priorities!
Any way I could throw down an Academics roll to learn more about the machine? I'm not expecting world-shattering secrets; I'm in it more for the flavor.
The sound of a voice coming from behind him startles Jon enough to make him stumble forward and fall flat on his face. As his face turns a brilliant shade of scarlet he turns expecting to see a security guard or a Devon Corp employee looming behind him. He's relieved to see the young pokemon Jamie ranger and Handy in their place. He quickly stands up and brushes off his clothes.
"Oh, hello Jamie, yeah the demonstration was amazing! You really should have seen what this machine is capable of doing. I mean if they can really bring back ancient pokemon without destroying their fossils we could see a rebirth of entire species. I'd love to see some long lost pokemon in the flesh."
A strange thought occurs to Jona nd he regrets not being able to ask it of the scientists who had been at the demonstration earlier. "I wonder if this machine could take DNA samples from a living pokemon instead of a fossil?"
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Berru Secune in Rise of the Jedi
GM of Star Wars Sagas the Dark Times- Concluded.
GM of Star Wars Sagas Jabba's Palace- Concluded due to injury.
Bart Allen/ The Flash in M&M Metropolis- Concluded.
Koyi Disturbances in the Force- Concluded.
Jessup Owlbeard Forge of the Dawn Titan- Withdrawn due to injury.
Sal Mander In the Shadow of Zeus- Concluded.
Zevoto in Out in the Black- WIthdrawn due to injury.
Otto and Gideon, fairly bored and confused by the demonstration and the expo, wander off a little after they see the egg. They go to the department store one last time to pick up a great ball and an antidote with Otto's voucher, discarding the remaining p50. Looking at the time, they return to the expo to see the big reveal coming up.
[Devon Corporation Expo: 5:15 PM]
[1] Jon doesn’t think this would work with DNA from any pokemon, but isn’t sure how. Maybe you’d need the entire skeletal imprint of the pokemon to reverse engineer the DNA? You probably have to irradiate the whole thing to get it out of the cytoplasm regardless.
[21] Mitch considers this machine more carefully. Pokemon cloning on a whole has been a very expensive and error-ridden process. The demonstrators certainly only showed the produced egg for a reason...birth defects have been surprisingly common, and while the fossil doesn’t get destroyed, it’s fairly easy to accidentally destroy any usable DNA on it.
Cloning in general is now available to all species of pokemon…but it’s still so prohibitively expensive that most of the development in sequencing DNA and developing ideal growth conditions has been limited to fossil pokemon once it was proven possible to clone caterpie and a few other pokemon, largely just viewed as precursor steps to the scientific community. However pokemon DNA is so inherently instable, as evidenced by the possibility of technical medicine, that there still is a notable time and funding expenditure just developing a procedure with a new sample, even of the same pokemon previously cloned. Plus if that DNA mutates…well, it’s safe to say that small scale cloning is possible, even of fossils, but cloning large numbers of a certain type of pokemon will still be a great deal less efficient than manually going out into the wild and catching them from native populations.
Other update to follow.
Just as the announcer is about to speak, a teenaged girl jogs towards the strip and stands in a spot in the audience to view the event, finding it a bit difficult to see the tarp covered object over the many rather tall businessmen and women she is standing behind. A munchlax suddenly appears over a hill as well, frantically running towards the girl while stuffing himself with various foods that are unmistakably from the group dinner.
Looking among the faces in the crowd one can see the employees of Devon, Silph, and a few other groups, the various gym leaders, professors, members of the elite four, various personages and more. Ripley briefly wonders if Mr. Fuji himself could fit in with this crowd; the man may have been welcome here, but he had claimed he had other business to attend to before wishing Ripley luck on his journey. Even beyond that, several plainclothes locals of the island have shown up to see this unveiling. Several ropes are tied to the tarp, each with several workers in Devon Corporation uniforms grasping them, all turned towards the crowd.
Mr. Stone, wearing his characteristic navy blue business suit with vertical stripes, moves to a podium and addresses the crowd. He starts into a lengthy speech, essentially summing up Devon Corporations rise in the recent years: originally born of Mr. Stone's desire to understand pokemon better, over the past eight years it has risen to providing almost all of the pokemon supplies of Hoenn, with various specialty products available in other regions as well. He then begins to wonder out loud what Devon Corporation could become in the future when he abruptly stops speaking. “Well, I suppose I should get to what you all are waiting for” he finally adds, punctuating the sentence with a grin. As he says these words the workers holding the rope suddenly snap to attention, looking at Mr. Stone for a cue.
"As you may also know, transportation to the city of Mauville is being provided for all attendees at the conclusion off this expo so we may all witness the annual PokeExpo and…yes, yes, I see many of you bright souls are getting it! Do I need to say any more? The grand conclusion IS the transportation. So, without further ado… presenting…the Pidgeot class supersonic airliner!"
With that, the tarp is rapidly pulled off, revealing the plane below. The only real resemblances that the aircraft has with its flying type namesake is the cockpit, curving downwards at the tip to almost resemble a downwards curving beak. The second is…well, the wings, though not particularly resembling a Pidgeot’s. These gull-like wings bend slightly downwards halfway across the width of the wingspan, the wingspan also extending as it approaches the rear of the fuselage. The craft isn’t particularly large, about the size of a private business jet.
“The first commercial supersonic business jet, seating 10 people plus the piloting staff! A spike added onto the cockpit creates additional sonic booms that are carefully engineered such as to greatly reduce the noise of a sonic boom from a normal jet. And after extensive testing and work on the sound dampening we’ve received permission from the government of Hoenn to take you all directly to Mauville aboard this and two identical jets that will be flying in shortly.”
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Mr. Stone waits for the applause to die down, then continues. “With that in mind, we extend the privilege of being the first non-devon corporation employees to ride aboard this craft to the lucky winners of the Devon Tickets. A hotel has been arranged for you all in Mauville, so please take your time enjoying the area of my home region, and get a good head start on your trainer’s journey before the expo starts! I fully expect each and every one of you to have Wattson’s badge the next time I see you!” he adds with a wink.
This is essentially the close of the first “section” of gameplay, and I’ll get to awarding trainer and pokemon levels in the next update. Start thinking about what you want as far as features go.
Next update is when I get the time to write it, got a somewhat busy week until Thursday so expect it around then.
Yeah, aside from my house rules in the OP, assume that I'll accept the latest edition of PTA unless I otherwise state. Note that if you dislike a change they made in a feature or class you were interested in talk to me about it. They've done some silly things, like introduce some interesting cross classing combinations and then nerf them to uselessness for who knows what reasons.
Mitch and Pei glance at each other during the unveiling of the supersonic jet; they give each other the tiniest, politest shrug they can manage. "I guess it's impressive, but I thought the fossil reanimation machine was cooler," says the researcher, quietly enough that only his Pokemon can hear it over the crowd's clapping.
Pei nods. "Rygon por. Pory gonry, gonporgon," it says softly, before turning back to the presentation.
Upon hearing they get to ride in it, though, Mitch brightens a little bit. "Well, it's worth bragging rights, all the same - and a direct flight to a city with a Pokemon Gym? Forget walking through the woods, this is how you do a Trainer's Journey!"
"Por!" Apeirohedron spins his feet, excited at the prospect of finally getting down to business.
Hm, features... Yeah, I haven't looked at the latest version of the rulebook either, but from what I understand it doesn't have much different for Pokemon, just Trainers. I'll have to take a look!
Ripley was one of few who didn't applaud (if only because he was carrying Dagon in his arms), though he nonetheless both surprised and impressed at this reveal. Part of him felt dissapointed that they won't be travelling by sea again, but the remaining part felt excited at this prospect, since it meant he'll attnd his first Gym outside Kanto.
<Trust me, Mr. Stone. By the time I'm done, I'll have ALL the gym badges!> the young man thought to himself. As though he listened in on his trainer's thought, Forte smiled as well.
After examining the pokemon producing machine for a few minutes Jon finally decides that he lacks the technical expertise to glean anything useful from further investigation.
"I think they're supposed to be unveiling the last exhibit soon, if we hurry we just might make it in time."
Moving as quickly as possible Jon arrives just in time to hear Mr. Stone explaining that he and the other ticket winners are going to be the first to fly aboard the strange aircraft. Although he was a bit disappointed to discover that the final surprise of the expo was simply a machine shaped like a pokemon the idea of being one of the first people to fly aboard such a machine did sound a bit interesting.
<Mauville eh? Well seeing a pokemon gym could be interesting.>
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GM of M&M "And Justice For All."
GM of Dresden Files Low Life
GM of Wyvern Watch
Berru Secune in Rise of the Jedi
GM of Star Wars Sagas the Dark Times- Concluded.
GM of Star Wars Sagas Jabba's Palace- Concluded due to injury.
Bart Allen/ The Flash in M&M Metropolis- Concluded.
Koyi Disturbances in the Force- Concluded.
Jessup Owlbeard Forge of the Dawn Titan- Withdrawn due to injury.
Sal Mander In the Shadow of Zeus- Concluded.
Zevoto in Out in the Black- WIthdrawn due to injury.
Otto runs up to a large crowd clapping and begins to join them in boisterous applause as he tries to figure out what he was clapping for. After maneuvering through the crowd a bit, he catches the end of Mr. Stone's speech, and sees the pigeot-shaped aircraft in all its glory.
Whoa. Traveling to Mauville free of charge on a private business jet? Otto couldn't believe it.
"Gideon buddy, I think things are starting to really look up for us!" He laughs to his Machop, climbing a few nearby crates to get a good look. With a hearty high-five the two take off and get ready for the beginning of their true quest for ultimate toughness.
*#(4
Johanna curses to herself as she hurriedly grabs some things at random to spend her devon voucher, her munchlax trailing behind her.
She presents three items to the cashier.
"uh...that'll be P2050, miss."
She curses at being over slightly, then remembers the offer for a free pokeball, taking that off the pile and grabbing a cheaper looking one.
"Is it over?" Johanna asks.
"No, this should be fine, bu-"
"Okay, see ya! Thanks." Johanna leaves the voucher on the table and dashes off.
Later on the plane, she looks over what she got. A full heal, an ice heal, an ultra ball, and...
...a voltorb doll?!
Got full heal!
Got ice heal!
Got ultra ball!
Got poke doll!
Devon voucher spent.
Sorry for the delay, in addition to the work this week I came down with an irritating case of bronchitis. The antibiotics are starting to work, and a full update is going to be up tonight.
After five minutes in the air, the Pidgeot breaks the sound barrier. To the guests remaining on the ground the sonic boom that would normally be rather disconcerting is, thanks to the sound dampening technology and the distance already established from the island, more like a pop from a firecracker than anything else. A man in the ground begins to applaud, being joined by a few others as the group embarks on their journey to Mauville City.
…
The trainers, busying themselves with whatever they have available, talking amongst each other, or merely daydreaming during this transcontinental flight, suddenly realize that the dull roar of the engines seems to have stopped. Huh, maybe it’s the altitude? After a few of the more clever members pop their ears to hear better, the lack of engine roar remains.
Suddenly the buzz of the intercom goes on as a visibly nervous pilot speaks up. “Hello, air traffic control, this is Pidgeot flight- uh…oh-“ suddenly the intercom turns off, but the faint murmur of the pilot speaking can still be heard through the doors.
“Excuse me, please take the oxygen masks in front of you…” an automated female voice explains how to put on the oxygen masks that appear from a compartment as the few TV screens display visual aids.
Finally the intercom turns on again, the voice somehow even more panicked than before. “Hello, this is your copilot speaking… please make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened and your masks are on. We’re going to be having an emergency crash landing over the ocean. You will find self-inflating life rafts, life jackets, and supplies in the overhead compartments over the two exit doors. In the event that the doors do not open automatically upon crashing please utilize the red emergency handles to open them. Thank you, and good luck…”
About thirty seconds after that, the plane suddenly begins to wobble haphazardly. “Wait…what the?!” a muffled voice is heard shouting from the cockpit. It is too dark to see where the plane is going as its descent continues. Then everyone is lurched forward in their seats….then the sound of several things hitting the plane in rapid succession.
Finally one more violent lurch upwards and forwards, pushing everyone sharply against their seat belts and into the seat in front of them, the seat belts giving some ground to avoid cutting deeply into the internal organs of the trainers.
Otto takes 10 damage!
Johanna takes 12 damage!
Jon takes 11 damage!
Mitch takes 12 damage!
Ripley takes 8 damage!
Jamie takes 9 damage!
Looking out the passenger window, while the inside of the plane is still dry... one can see the water line has already reached the bottom of the windows and is slowly rising upwards…
Sorry guys, no experience yet, the prologue's not quite over
Jon had been enjoying the journey, up until the Pidgeot had crashed into the ocean with enough force to make it feel as though every one of his internal organs had been rearranged. The pain in his torso was quickly driven from his thoughts though. The sight of water rising outside of the plane was a more than adequate motivation to get him up and around.
Unbuckling himself from his seat he moves out into the aisle and looks around to check on the other passengers. They all appeared to have suffered injuries but no one looked as though they would be unable to move under their own power. Not yet anyway.
The water outside was worrisome to the young breeder. He'd almost drowned once in his short life and he had no intention whatsoever of repeating the experience. Nemo had saved his life back then, perhaps his old friend would be able to help him a second time? Pulling Nemo's pokeball out of his pouch he tosses it up into the air, the usual flash of light accompanies the appearance of the blue pokemon who looks up at his trainer with obvious concern. He also seems confused by their unusual surroundings.
"Squirtle?"
"Don't worry buddy, I'm fine, I need you to help me though alright?" Jon winces as pain shoots through his side. The seatbelt had done more damage than he'd thought apparently.
Nemo nods his stout head and moves to his trainers side quickly.
Speaking to anyone in earshot Jon starts making his way towards the front of the plane pressing a hand to his aching ribs. "I'm going to go and see if I can help the pilot, he might have been injured in the crash."
Jon and Nemo move towards the front of the plane trying to make their way to the cockpit. If nothing else maybe he would discover what had caused the brand new aircraft to fall out the sky with all the grace of a geodude.
Ouch.
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GM of M&M "And Justice For All."
GM of Dresden Files Low Life
GM of Wyvern Watch
Berru Secune in Rise of the Jedi
GM of Star Wars Sagas the Dark Times- Concluded.
GM of Star Wars Sagas Jabba's Palace- Concluded due to injury.
Bart Allen/ The Flash in M&M Metropolis- Concluded.
Koyi Disturbances in the Force- Concluded.
Jessup Owlbeard Forge of the Dawn Titan- Withdrawn due to injury.
Sal Mander In the Shadow of Zeus- Concluded.
Zevoto in Out in the Black- WIthdrawn due to injury.
"Yeearrgh!" Otto shouts gutturally as the plane jolts upon collision with the water. His thoughts a little blurred by the pain, he tries to stand up without taking off his seatbelt. Dammit. He unbuckles, and tries to move to the front of the plane without taking off his oxygen mask. Dammit. After a frustrating tangle with the apparatus, he gathers his bag and stumbles behind Jon to the front.
"Right, okay, you help the pilot, I guess I'll-- uh, get the door open," Otto says in response, moving to the exit and pulls open the emergency handle.
It takes Mitch a few moments to recover; by the time he's able to make sense of what the emergency lighting reveals - both inside and outside the plane - people are already working on the situation. He sits up, fumbles to pat his pockets (good, both are still there).
Then Mitch stops to think for a moment. "We're in the water." He stares at the water splashing against the window for a minute, undoing his seat belt, watching to see if it's rising noticeably - or if the waves are terribly high.
Mitch doesn't watch for too long, though. After a minute or two, he gingerly stands up, his torso and neck sore from whiplash. Seeing the flash of a Pokeball, he looks forward to see a Squirtle appear. A good idea, but... Looking around the cabin, Mitch tries to see who's awake and who isn't. He coughs to clear his throat, and it hurts about as much as he expected (which is, 'a lot').
"Does everyone here know how to swim - or at least have a Pokemon who does?"
Can I make an INT/Perception check to see if the plane is actively sinking versus floating, and/or if the weather outside is stormy/calm? (I don't know how much success I'm expecting, but it'd be useful information so I'll try for it anyhow.)
The sudden impact of the pigeot plane with the water wasn't exactly the kind of wake up call Jamie wanted from the light doze she had been in. Rubbing the angry red marks, she fumbled to undo the seatbelt.
"Owwww. What happened, I thought they said that they tested this thing?"
Taking stock of the situation, she sees that 2 of the other trainers were already crowding towards the cockpit, trying to get to the pilot. While she'd like to know what was going on as well, they probably had it well enough in hand.
Turning around, she saw Mitch looking out the window, and went to join him. She frowned at his question,
"Handy does well enough with rivers, but the ocean is a whole different ball game. Me on the the other hand...I can swim okay in short bursts, but I don't know if I could tread water long enough until help arrives...I was pretty glad that they had those inner tubes on that island, as even with a water pokemon's help, I don't know if I could have swam even that distance."
Getting an idea, she walks back to her seat and retrieves her bag. While the contents may not have shifted that much in the flight, the landing was a whole different matter, but she was able to eventually find her styler. Joining him at the window, her eyes scanned the darkness for any sign of movement.
"If you can spot a pokemon out there in the dark though, I might be able to get it to help us though. Is it wailmer season in kanto right now? Though with our luck, all we'd be able to find are sharpedo."
looking for pokemon to try to do a befriend attempt on. Though if the water is rising, I'm not sure opening the doors would be the best idea... How high are they on the fuselage?
Ripley's head was still shaking from the crash.
<So much for flying in style...> he thought to himself.
As he tried to shake it off, he notices Jon (along with is squirtle) making a beeline towards the pilot's cockpit, while Otto focused on opening the emergency doors.
Ripley watches as the researcher (whom he later found out was called Mitch) and the energetic photographer (whom was called Jamie) huddling at a nearby window, staring at the rising levels of the water.
"I'm okay with swimming. Used to do some workout back in Route 12. Which I'm quite grateful for, since I doubt Dagon could hold my weight. Though, on the other hand, I don't know how long I'll keep afloat, what with the backpack I'm carrying on my back."
Grabbing his trusted backpack from the overhead compartment, Ripley makes his way towards the cockpit door. "I'm going to help Jon over there. If something happened to the pilot, he's going to need some help dragging the pilot out. I doubt he could carry the pilot by himself."
Going to help Jon to see if the captain's OK. If not, he'll help him carry the pilot to safety. Probably going to require a STR/CON check.
It's too dark outside to tell much about the weather, but nobody can see/hear any rain hitting the windows at least.
The emergency exits are at the same level as the windows with windows on them themselves, and as such Otto can see the water level is up to the emergency exit's window as well. example
I do like me stat checks and generally allow them, results will be elaborated upon update. Only informing people of what is noticeable without a check in this post.
And finally as a reminder, remember that all your baggage/luggage is in the overhead compartments where you sat, if there's anything you want that's not on your immediate person. No separate storage section on this plane.