ratherbelocky: (Tucked in bed △)
You know, I never thought I'd be that guy, but I guess I'm that guy.

[He is the Jewish guy. It's him.]

Back home, the past week or so would've been a holiday for some people. I'm not gonna get into the whole story--well, unless you want me to and you've got some time--but the short of it's that it's a celebration of freedom, and of the end of generations of oppression, death, and slavery.

[That is, hag pesach sameach, Route. Happy Passover.]

Now, there are a lot of traditions that go along with the holiday, most of 'em about food, but the important one's the retelling of that story. Figured I'd open it up to everyone, though, especially now that the big sit-down dinner parts of the celebration are over.

What I mean is, you guys got any stories you want to share about...deliverance, I guess? Of getting free from something that was bringing you down, or worse. I know turning up here in Johto's been a huge breath of fresh air for me, personally, and I want to know about you all, too.

And later, a post from 'Nathaniel'... )
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[Or, well, actually, this text isn't anonymous. It's simply that the ID number it displays doesn't match anything in anyone's previous contacts--as if someone's perhaps got his meddlesome paws on a brand new 'Gear.]

So there's a thing I've noticed, in the months I've been here. These anonymous posts, the ones asking for advice? They get a lot of answers. Seems we've got a lot of folks willing to help out around here, or at least to talk and commiserate, but it always seems to be a one-off deal; the person who's anonymous, most of us don't get to hear from them again, see how they're doing, and if we're anonymous ourselves, they can't contact us, either. It's like dancing some kind of intimate foxtrot and then never seeing your partner again.

But I found out something interesting. If you go to any Pokémon Center or PokéMart and tell them your Gear's broken or missing, they'll just hand you a new one free of charge. And if you happened to be lying, well. Then you've got an extra Gear unconnected to your main one.

What I'm saying is, there's an easy way to maintain privacy and anonymity on both ends while still checking in with someone you've spoken with before. Obviously, this is great to know for prank calls - and you're all welcome in advance for the April Fools idea - but I'd like to pose another option to those guys who want to help:

What if there were some kind of system in place for people to just talk about what's eating them multiple times with the same person, without ever having to know who's on the other line?

OOC cut for length )
ratherbelocky: Art by aromanticyork.tumblr.com (I wonder if this is △)
Evening, good folks and gentlepeople. York here, back in town from a quick trip to Ecruteak with an exciting announcement for anyone passing through Goldenrod in the coming months. D-2, take it back.

[Whoever's holding the PokéGear moves back to show York sitting on his couch with about twenty eggs, each bundled tenderly in a cute yellow-gold blanket against the February chill. York and the Granbull sitting next to him don't look cold at all, though. They look hype as hell.

They're wearing Goldenrod Granbulls baseball uniforms and couldn't be more excited.]


Baseball season's right around the corner! Starting in March, there'll be biweekly games every Sunday at the stadium here, and practices are free to watch on Fridays. If you're in town, come on and support Johto's reigning champs, the Goldenrod Granbulls.

[Yankee Doodle, his Granbull, barks a gruff cheer. Go Granbulls! York grins and holds up the egg on his lap.]

As a promotional deal, I'm gonna be offering free Snubbull eggs to anyone who shows me proof of purchase of a Granbulls ticket. All I ask is that you take a selfie with your new buddy at the game! These four'll hatch in about a week, so you got time before the season starts. And if you miss out on these ones, I'll keep breeding until the season ends, so you'll get another chance. I'll add that their father's a shiny, so some lucky winner's got a shot at getting a shiny of their own.

[He hands the Snubbull egg to Yankee Doodle, who takes it with a mother's loving care and moves to settle it like the others. York waves openly at the rest.]

I also got a bunch of other species on offer--Abra, Elgyem, Meowth, and so on. I'll send out the pricelist and the moves each one should learn as a text in a second.

Oh, and any new kids who just arrived, you can pick one out on the house. I recommend Meowth--these ones aren't much right now, but at level thirty, they'll learn a move that'll make your lives a heck of a lot easier.

[Somewhere off-screen, a Persian purrs his smug agreement.]

All right, that should cover everything. Agent York, over and out.

((Here's the OOC egg post, there's plenty of everything left! And you know what, I changed my mind, new arrivals can go for the Elgyem eggs free of charge, too.))
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Goooood evening, residents of Johto. It's a lovely, drizzly January day, and I've got a question you folks might be able to answer for me. Consider it an informal poll.

[York looks comfortable and cozy as he lounges around his house, still wearing his ugly Christmas sweater.]

Now, I understand that this place just isn't equipped to support a Grifball League, but there's got to be more to life than just hockey and baseball. Are there Pokémon Olympics or something I should tune into? And, hey, what kind of sports did you guys have back in your worlds? Were they fun? Would you recreate 'em here if you could?

[He rubs his chin for a moment, then adds:]

If anyone around Goldenrod's interested in forming some kind of low-key community sports team--y'know, something for people, not Pokémon--let me know. I might be able to help us get something set up before baseball season starts.
ratherbelocky: Art by malcolm-hargrove.tumblr.com (This is never △)
Okay, so does albinism happen to run in particular Pokémon species? I thought it might've been a newborn thing, but it's been a while and normal fur hasn't grown in yet for him at all.

[A young, energetic Sneasel clambers his way up the back of York's chair. He's kind of excessively pink.

Someone's got his first shiny is what's happening here.

The Sneasel waves at the camera, then slips back down in an undignified tumble before running off again to play with York's Rotom. York watches him go before shaking his head.]


I ask 'cause I know that can cause eye problems, but he hasn't complained about it and Delta Two hasn't picked up any bad news from him. But he's a Dark type and a baby, so I dunno how much she'd be able to get from him, anyway. Do I need to get him glasses? Keep him out of the sun?

--Also, anyone celebrating Hanukkah this year, hope you had a good one. York out.
ratherbelocky: (Who works just like a slave △)
Okay. Okay.

[York's voice is the soft but urgent hiss of someone who's freaking out but doesn't want to alarm the people around him. The sound quality, for those sensitive to that sort of thing, indicates that he may have, you know. Locked himself in the bathroom. As one does.]

Can I lodge a complaint? I dunno who to, exactly, but I'da hoped this would be the kind of thing that got covered in the rookie's field manual as early as possible.

[He pauses.]

Turning into a werewolf, I mean.

[The pause is practically italicized. Whatever's happening to York, he is strenuously unhappy about it, and the tension rides his voice hard.]

Like, the fact that that's apparently a real possibility in this universe.

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