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26 September 2007 @ 11:07 pm
Who: Anyone is allowed to attend!
When: Late afternoon/Early evening, once most of the earthquake stuff has been resolved. (They waited intentionally because of the crisis. Yes, not because I was unable to post. >>)
Where: Kanto → Cinnibar Island.
What: Phoenix's birthday is being celebrated, as he's the Gym Leader of Cinnabar. The island is decked out, there is food and dancing and people selling souvenirs and dressed up as fire Pokemon. Insanity insues.
Rating: Shouldn't get higher than PG.

Phoenix wasn't sure he'd ever get used to all the attention. It was suffocating, being treated so highly when Phoenix did not view himself as any different than those who were parading around.

The sun had set, and the vacation island sprung to life. There were bands, taiko drums, food, costumes, and dancing.

It was like the entire island went insane around him.

He nervously tugged on one of his yukata sleeves. Someone thought it cute to set him up with a flame pattered ceremonial outfit. It felt weird, and he already was missing his normal clothes. Not that he wasn't appreciative. This was.. so unlike him.

Booths were set up among the island, selling food of various types. Desserts, food, ramen.. Everything.
miss_esper on October 4th, 2007 04:23 am (UTC)
Terra hadn't been to Cinnabar Island before; the locale was certainly different, and somewhere along the lines she'd lost sight of her tiny companion. Figuring that Peppitta could certainly fend for herself (the crowds, though excited, were hardly intimidating), Terra decided to enjoy the evening for herself. Such a sumptuous occasion just for a gym leader's birthday; she kind of thought it was silly, because, after all, a gym leader was still a person, minus the badges and accomplishments. And from what she'd heard, this Phoenix guy was a real bumbling softie. She'd judge for herself if she ever met him.

Her own yukata was tied around her own frame; Terra was thin, built like a little girl, and tall. Her own real distinguishing characteristic was the seafoam green of her hair, but it wasn't so strange amongst the other people she'd met: silver hair was even common. At her side trotted the ever-present Absol, head turned this way and that as its attention caught, the scyth-like part of its head (it was like a horn, Terra figured; she tried not to dwell on things like this) made sure to carefully avoid wandering people.

"So, Absol," the young woman said to her companion, "What do you want to eat first? I brought enough money for dinner tonight, and maybe a few souveniers... Maybe we can try catching a magikarp at a booth." She looked at the festival booths with a pondering expression. "What do you think?"

Absol looked up at Terra, as if to say, Well, I can't speak English, can I?
miss_scientific on October 4th, 2007 08:33 pm (UTC)
Being a resident of Cinnabar, Ema had decided to take a break from her work and let her pokemon rest, Save Pichu, who had decided to perch on the top of her head using the small ponytail on the top of her head as a back rest, and go to the festival held in honor of the gym leaders birthday. She was never quite sure why these huge festivals took place just because it was some guys birthday. Her birthday was in a little less than three weeks and she knew that she'd be lucky if her coworkers remembered to buy her a card and maybe not send her out to pick up lunch that day.

Pichu had been given a small banner to wave reading 'Happy birthday' and was happily gnawing the stick it came on down to a nub. Ema, herself, had, despite the skepticism of the festival itself, dressed up in her favorite outfit, sans the white labcoat, which was a white button up t-shirt dress with red and orange swirls that circled around her, suiting the festival. She would have worn her yukata, which was yellow with green and pink flowers sprinkling it, but it was a little thin and she didn't feel like getting it ready.

She looked around the stalls curiously, eyeing the game booths before settling to go find something to eat. She stopped at a stand, only to buy a curry bun for herself, and a regular piece of bread for pichu. (She knew if she ate it up there, she'd be finding crumbs in her hair for weeks, but it was that or have her steal the curry bread, get curry in her hair, and have Pichu throw up (in her hair) and pass out because she was unable to eat anything spicy at all.)

She took a bite of her bread, the spices making her eyes water as she walked, happily chewing on the bread and listening to the faint nibbling above her head and the excited chatter of those around here. Now, where was the birthday boy? Shouldn't he be on a pedastal, high above the crowd? Or maybe allowed to mingle with those below him. It doesn't matter much, anyway. He was probably busy some how, considering this, all of this, was in his honor.

Besides, there was magikarp fishing to be won.