( june event ) who's that pokemon?

[officialnotice]

EVENT: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Until suddenly, they're not.

That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

And then from the woods, that telltale scream.

No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.

But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.

By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.

The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.

For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.

MOD NOTES

This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.

PLEASE INCLUDE IN YOUR TOP-LEVEL SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, date, location, and open or closed, to help keep things a bit more organized.

If you have any questions regarding this event, feel free to ask them here!

Comments

[dendrites]

He will be okay. If Iris believes it is so, then she will try to as well. Her worried expression is easily schooled into a smile if only because she is genuinely pleased to be showing the girl something new and hopefully momentarily distracting from everything else happening around them.

There is a ( quiet ) presence on the bedside table in a brown wicker basket presumably used for chocolates and flowers for those healing in hospital beds. Except in Elsa's there is some straw, a few pieces of lettuce and a tiny brown Holland lop bunny snoozing away in a corner. It's been a long day for her.

"This is my new roommate," she announces, pulling the basket over into her lap.

[alizes]

“Oh, my! Awwww look at it!”

That squeal was probably way too high pitched, but Iris is the biggest sucker there is for anything cute and Holland lop bunnies are the epitome of cute. She wants to reach for it and pet it right away, it looks so soft! But she knows better than to startle a small animal like that, she doesn’t want to frighten it. ...Or get bitten.

“That’s adorable! You’ve deinitely lucked out with your roommate.” She giggles. “What’s its name?”

She hasn’t forgotten about the invaders, even if they stopped attacking right at this second it’d still be a while for her to completely ease up. She will be fine, Amicitias are always fine as long as they have somebody to protect and you should definitely never underestimate them. But they are still dealing with creatures that can and will kill them without giving it a second thought.

But if the aim of this was to distract her a little bit, it’s definitely working.

[dendrites]

"She, ah – doesn't have one yet."

Elsa chuckles and shakes her head, a little embarrassed at herself. She has a place for everything with everything in its place. There should be a name for the bunny but there isn't. "The bunny had come to us under unusual circumstances and with everything happening so quickly, she's just been... our rabbit."

Sorry, bun.

Her voice drops to a whisper. "You can pet her behind her ears. She likes that."