Samuel hasn't eaten or drunk anything since showing up in this strange new world -- not out of lack of availability, as there has been food and drink to spare, but as to not waste resources. Besides, he hasn't felt hungry or thirsty... until now.
He lets out a low groan at the sudden pain and emptiness of what feels like a burning void in his belly. Managing a few more steps, he drops first to his knees, then completely prone. At least he has the energy to roll onto his side, clutching his stomach against the nausea and hunger. Then onto his back, head light as he tries to fight off dizziness.
"Hungry...." Samuel tries to move a little further, in whatever direction will bring him closer to getting fed, but his body, feeling as heavy as lead, won't cooperate. He instead goes for his pockets, hoping he has a piece of candy or something in there he forgot about, but no such luck. Too hungry to move (it's hard enough just to stay conscious), he's at the mercy of whatever kind soul might pass by.
Starving Mad Beasts
Once he's got some food in his belly and can move again, all it takes is one poor animal limping by with a bite out of them for Samuel to resolve to do something about it. With his lack of medical supplies, though, it'll be a bit more of an effort to help the poor things. He comes up with a plan pretty quickly, though:
Step one: Gather up any reasonably clean, unused fabric and cut it into strips. Bedsheets from unoccupied apartments, canopies/awnings/curtains from Wall Market, you name it and he's probably tearing it down and carrying it off to a central location to cut it up.
Step two: Boil the fabric strips (assuming that phase changes are working normally). Just like when he was bitten, he's not entirely sure if infection and disease are a thing here, but he's going to play it safe. He at least has the courtesy to boil them in water from Mt. Silver, not the seawater near Takoba Beach; he doesn't want the salt from the seawater to bring further pain to the poor creatures.
Step three: Start patching up the various injured animals. At least the Smeargles are intelligent enough to know that he's trying to help them and stay still so he can work, but the Pidgeys take some more convincing. They squawk and struggle and scratch and bite in protest, and Samuel ends up having to use some of his makeshift bandages on himself, but that doesn't dissuade him from his efforts. He could use a hand in holding this Pidgey-creature down while he tries to bandage it, if you're interested.
Wildcard
((Come at me with something else! You can find him just about anywhere, perhaps while looking for more food?))
Samuel Oak, Open
Samuel hasn't eaten or drunk anything since showing up in this strange new world -- not out of lack of availability, as there has been food and drink to spare, but as to not waste resources. Besides, he hasn't felt hungry or thirsty... until now.
He lets out a low groan at the sudden pain and emptiness of what feels like a burning void in his belly. Managing a few more steps, he drops first to his knees, then completely prone. At least he has the energy to roll onto his side, clutching his stomach against the nausea and hunger. Then onto his back, head light as he tries to fight off dizziness.
"Hungry...." Samuel tries to move a little further, in whatever direction will bring him closer to getting fed, but his body, feeling as heavy as lead, won't cooperate. He instead goes for his pockets, hoping he has a piece of candy or something in there he forgot about, but no such luck. Too hungry to move (it's hard enough just to stay conscious), he's at the mercy of whatever kind soul might pass by.
Starving Mad Beasts
Once he's got some food in his belly and can move again, all it takes is one poor animal limping by with a bite out of them for Samuel to resolve to do something about it. With his lack of medical supplies, though, it'll be a bit more of an effort to help the poor things. He comes up with a plan pretty quickly, though:
Step one: Gather up any reasonably clean, unused fabric and cut it into strips. Bedsheets from unoccupied apartments, canopies/awnings/curtains from Wall Market, you name it and he's probably tearing it down and carrying it off to a central location to cut it up.
Step two: Boil the fabric strips (assuming that phase changes are working normally). Just like when he was bitten, he's not entirely sure if infection and disease are a thing here, but he's going to play it safe. He at least has the courtesy to boil them in water from Mt. Silver, not the seawater near Takoba Beach; he doesn't want the salt from the seawater to bring further pain to the poor creatures.
Step three: Start patching up the various injured animals. At least the Smeargles are intelligent enough to know that he's trying to help them and stay still so he can work, but the Pidgeys take some more convincing. They squawk and struggle and scratch and bite in protest, and Samuel ends up having to use some of his makeshift bandages on himself, but that doesn't dissuade him from his efforts. He could use a hand in holding this Pidgey-creature down while he tries to bandage it, if you're interested.
Wildcard
((Come at me with something else! You can find him just about anywhere, perhaps while looking for more food?))