soggypastry: (run for it!)
[Good day, Pokemon World. I hope you like ice, because that's what you're getting on this fine crazy morning. Or rather, a nice view of the Ice Cave from the mouth of an Arcanine, whining in discomfort as she slides her way across the icy paths beneath her paws. Why's she doing that? Well, she's just following her trainer, who is easily spotted by the black leather jacket and pink hair tumbling down her shoulders as she attempts to walk across the ice but skates more than she steps. Where is Lightning going? Well, she's got a steed to rescue.]

Odin, stay there!

[Odin, trapped on a patch of snow that's barely big enough to hold him steady, can only toss his head and snort in impatience, Pokeball moving at his feet as he shifts from side to side, clearly wanting off the ice and wanting off now. Lucky tries to follow in Lightning's footsteps, but one misstep sends the giant firedog slipping like a newborn Deerling across the ice. Momentum carries her into Lightning, who goes down with an "oof", and while Lucky manages to dig her claws in to stop herself, Lightning she can't get her feet back under her in time to avoid falling down a hole in the ice. She manages to grasp onto the edge as Odin whinnies in concern and Lucky barks for her, but she's slipping. Help her out before she falls? Force her down? Your call, but that's a pretty long way down!]
soggypastry: (not this way)
[Hi, Johto. Hve you been enjoying your...odd weekend? Hopefully so, because it's about to get weirder. Enjoy your view of Lightning hunched over a stove in the Cherrygrove Pokémon Center, stirring something in a pot. It's an odd sight, both with her hair twisted up into a messy bun and the fact that she's...actually cooking. Anyone who knows her knows that's not a good sign. Especially when she's starting to look a little bit frazzled.]

No, no, no...come on. Don't you dare burn.

[Yes, she's talking to her pot of...something. Unfortunately, this doesn't help her with the cooking and it's with a rather frustrated sound that she takes that pot off the stove, camera tracking her movements while she places it in the sink before scrubbing her face, leaving smears of chocolate down her cheeks as she takes a breath to regain her composure. Is she giving up? Not on your life.

She's just turning back to the counter, where there's enough ingredients for one more try along with a recipe book she's looking back at.]


You could always help, you know.

[A startled "Pika!" and...end feed. Spark still enjoys being Camera-chu, it seems.]
soggypastry: (needsomehelp)
[The feed clicks on, purely by accident, rather late at night. Seems that Lightning is having a bit of trouble sleeping this evening. All is quiet, before the grass rustles and there is the sound of Odin charging forward to attack. But something seems to go wrong, because he whinnies softly a moment later, and Lightning sighs.]

Hey, you did your best. We can try again in the morn---

[She suddenly cuts herself off mid-word, choking on a scream or a curse, before Odin screams in the way only a Ponyta can. The feed ends in a wash of static after this.]

[ooc: ACTION for anyone around Route 31, Gear responses delayed ICly by about ten minutes.]

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