thunderwave: +goomy (no i'm not respect my booger.)
l a n c e ([personal profile] thunderwave) wrote in [community profile] tabularasa_rp2020-11-04 02:24 pm

a delightful picnic day.

Who: Everyone!
What: PokeBalls are now functional, and there are a lot more friends in Tabula Rasa.
Where: Outside of Heavenly Blanc! It's a picnic, baby.
When: You know, now-ish.
Content Warnings: Cute. Dragons. Birbs.

It seemingly happens at random, for the trainers of the creatures they call Pokemon. Sudden bursts of light, and out emerge quite a few new friends. Pokemon of different Types, shapes, and sizes are now wandering around . . . sticking close to their trainers, probably.

There's a small gathering outside of the Heavenly Blanc, with various snacks and food set out on tables outside. Feel free to come by, play with Pokemon, and have a bite to eat! It's a random assortment of food and drink, all "foraged" and/or made by the Pokemon crew in order to celebrate their partners being released and to also introduce them to their friends they've made in Tabula Rasa!

Be careful of the rumbling storm nearby, though . . . but on the bright side, at least your phones seem to be working, if you have any? Time to take selfies with your new friends, or maybe a TikTok that just stays on your phone forever.

(Trainers will have top levels, if they want, so if you want to interact with a specific trainer, you can wait for their level! Otherwise, have fun at the picnic.)
halloflamer: (crippling lack of self-confidence)

[personal profile] halloflamer 2020-11-26 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Blue hesitates a little as he thinks on that. "It sure felt real..." And Akechi had really gotten hurt, right? At least, that was how it had seemed, and Ren had seemed sure of it.

While Blue waffles a little over how to take that advice, Eevee shares his trainer's hesitance as he notices his mood, but creeps forward quietly to greet the professor with a gentle sniff.

"Okay... Well, you can just ask me or Ren, we can hop into the bar and get you something."

...Left standing around, the waiting child as always. Well. At least nothing ever changed with gramps.