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Pokemorph MUSH IC Journal
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| Hello Mum, Dad. (Joseph) |
[31 Mar 2009|10:16am] |
It's been a while since I last wrote, I guess. A long while. How many years, five, seven, ten? I don't know anymore. I don't even know why I'm writing now. It's been so long, I doubt anything I say will be meaningful. I don't know how you've been, I don't know if you've moved, I don't know if you're well or anything. Silence is odd, I don't know how well it breaks. Is it like glass, spraying me with jagged edges that pierce my skin. Or is it like ice, cracking and crumbling and revealing what's precious underneath? Though, I wonder... I'm not sure why I'm writing this out in pen and paper, and not simply emailing you. Maybe I feel sentiment is given better through handwriting, I don't know.
( Here goes nothing... )
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| Bada Boom: Journal and Survey! |
[31 Mar 2009|07:03pm] |
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Journal entry. Undated.
Okay. So part A.. or is it B? Whatever. The next part is in place.
( BB's Journal )
((OOC: And cause I think it'd be fun. Here's one of the many surveys that Bada Boom likes to ask people around the island to gain information.
Also fits with his current theme of 'working for the community'. He's quite enjoying it currently. Anywho, here it is. Feel free to fill it in! Pretend the big ape's approached your character on the street and asked if they would like to fill out a survey. Answer it as they would, as many of your characters are you want.))
( Survey )
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| (Iedwyn) Mourning the Friends of Nature: they were good neighbors to some of us |
[03 Feb 2009|08:42pm] |
So the FoN are the enemy of the government now. Non-violent idealists classified as criminals, placed under the supervision of violent ones. Ah, but Hydra aren't terrorists any longer: they are police forces now.
Shifts in policy, label adjustments--not subtle ones, at that.
Yet what difference does it all make?
In the eyes of your average Pokemorph resident of this island, none of the official policy has likely had any effect on whether they see Hydra or the FoN as being for their good or detriment (respectively in that order, most likely). The PIA are eternally the same universally-recognized but recognizably ineffectual fools they ever were, whether you dress them up for the party and push guns into their hands/paws/claws or not.
The politics of this place have always been chaos and rubbish. Fickle tides seem to steer the whole thing, though the specific mechanism is anyone's guess so far as I can see. True, I have no doubt that public opinion would have warranted these actions against the anti-morph organization. However, I would have thought it warranted such actions much sooner. Why only now? The mainland news report may style it as "anti-human" sentiment, but the question is whose.
No sense in taking the "voice of democracy" too personally, I suppose...
A move against the FoN certainly needn't imply any ill will toward humanity in particular, either (although it would be too much to expect the majority of those on mainland to understand that), only toward those with a ridiculously open attitude regarding their positive views on genocide. Ah, such an honest and forthright approach. I will miss their organization and its members quite dearly if this legislation should lead them to abandon their mission here. Their human company was always welcome in this strange land, and their brand of extremism did always seem relatively non-threatening.
Could their sudden yet eminently predictable ban be any real cause for concern? Media will exaggerate. Time will tell. I, for my part, will dampen fears of prejudice from any influential organization which actually has reason to maintain diplomatic relations with humans, knowing all-too-well there are other players on the field.
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| Two Days (Jacob) |
[29 Jan 2009|12:09am] |
This isn't as much of a journal entry as a short story. And, because Livejournal hates everything that is triangle brackets and more than emo-goth-angsty messages, it won't let me copy and paste this story into a cut without vomiting on me. And, thusly, I've just published it as a Google Doc. Enjoy.
http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dc4hxqbt_18gvn86wdr
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| Sunspot's Journal (Sunspot) |
[29 Dec 2008|09:15pm] |
I figured maybe writing things would help sort out my thoughts. Better than talking to myself, hm?
So, this is Sunspot's Journal. But who is Sunspot? I know who she was. She was someone who was lost. She sat alone in the forest, making little carvings, most of which went into the fire. I watched her life, thanks to help from a Xatu. But watching someones life and living it are very differant things.
I can't blame her too much for being messed up. She was basically programmed by her father to be a certain way, think a certain way. Even as she tried to become someone else, all that was built on the foundation of what he laid.
She hated Team Rocket, she hated humans. She feared becoming 'more humanlike' and sat in the forest, eating wild pokemon, doing.. nothing. I can't say I like who she was very much.
Then, through the actions of her father, it was all wiped away. I awoke with an empty mind, to the faces of Mira the Raticate and Patrick the human. And Stacie the pidgeot. I amuse myself, worrying that she might be angry that I left her out, it's not like she's going to be reading my journal. Though for all I know my computer use is being monitored. Sunspot wouldn't even have used a computer. Sure, the concept of a keyboard is simple enough, I learned it with little more than a month of knowledge in me, though I don't type fast. But it is something she would have scoffed at being 'too human.'
But I've gone off on a tangent. But there really are no tangents if I'm just collecting my thoughts.
I awoke in the Team Rocket base. Sunspot hated Team Rocket, though most of the reason for that was because her father taught her to. I wonder how things would have gone, had I not woken up, what if Sunspot had woken up instead of me? Would she have been tortured into obediance? Brainwashed? Would she have been locked up? Or would Patrick have said she owned him one and escorted her out? It's possible my amnesia came from brainwashing, there's a thought. But I don't think thats what happened.
But instead I awoke, my mind empty, none of the prejudices that she had. So who is Team Rocket? Depending on who you ask around here, they're freedom fighters, they're thieves, they're a group dedicated to morphs attaining power, or attaining equality, they're a group looking for power through pokemon, they're the bad guys. And thats just the opinions in the base. Much like myself, Team Rocket doesn't know who it is.
So I decided to stay here, to make a differance. I'm not sure what differance I'll make just yet. But I do owe Patrick my life, his men brought me in here, bleeding and unconscious, and he saw to it that I was taken care of.
Lets change the world together. When I die, I want to be remembered. Thats a simple goal isn't it? People remember those who made a differance.
I've been reading anything I could get my hands on, in part to try and learn about this world I'm in, but mostly to help fill the void in my head. The irony that most of the facts I'm learning weren't known to Sunspot in the first place isn't lost on me. She wasn't much for books, or knowledge that didn't directly effect her. Every time I mention her, I can't help but notice my tone. Is it pity? Am I looking down on her? I don't like her. Am I being so differant just to rebel against her, or do I simply see things without her bias? She was blunt and had anger problems. Do I have anger problems? I'm not sure, maybe it's just that nothing has pushed my buttons yet.
So, who is Sunspot? I'm still working on that. I hope she'll be a strong, wise, respected individual. Who is Team Rocket? I'm working on that, too. Maybe we just need to start creating some unity around here.
Here's some of my loose thoughts, they don't really join with anything.
I like children, I wonder why.
I did research into which parts of a nidoking are edible. It was just curiosity I'm sure. Maybe I have a sick sense of humor.
I can fly! I don't remember flying, I can't wait to see the sky and touch it for the first time. It's a feeling I'm willing to bet Sunspot never felt, born as she was programmed and serving.
My hair is long, why didn't Sunspot get a haircut? But I think it's pretty, I won't cut it either.
My tail flame is pretty. When I say things like that, sound like a child. But sometimes, something new just seems amazing to me. Maybe I shouldn't lose that feeling.
If anyone is monitoring this, could you send me the results of the psychological analysis? I'm as curious as you are.
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| Town Meeting - 12/06/08 |
[08 Dec 2008|09:18pm] |
( (Enjoy the long, boring read.) )
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IC Points of Interest:
- Foreign aid to the island will be slowly withdrawn throughout the year. Take this as you may, but generally speaking things not made on the island are going to get pricier.
- If your character is a tradesman, things might not bode so poorly for you because of this.
- Island cleanup is mostly complete, as is repair to things like roads and pipes and whatnot.
- South Beach is completely safe for the usual activities.
- The next time someone says monkeys work at city hall, they'll be absolutely correct.
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| A chance at freedom? (Saardinen) |
[04 Dec 2008|03:29pm] |
I think I may have dug my own grave.
I'm typing this journal up on my laptop. I'll probably keep it on my USB stick so that it's less likely to be discovered by the other Rockets. At least then I might live to escape this god-forsaken place.
Today I heard some very disturbing news. I was at the Cool Kicks ice cream shop, just enjoying some ice cream and having a chat with some other patrons. When those patrons left, it was just me, a Gastly morph, and a Rattata morph, both of whom were fellow Rockets. They started talking with me about the state of the Team, and talking about building a new future rather than flattening the city. I agreed with this point, but what was to come horrified me. They believe the only way to build said future would be to work more on reverse-morphing, turning every human into a Pokémorph. To me, that's just horrible. Appearance and ability should never dictate how well people get along with one another.
I was so disturbed by the news I excused myself and fled the shop. After arriving at the park, I decided the only way I was going to get anywhere would be to talk about it. So, I talked. I found a nearby Togekiss morph, who went by the name of Angeal. We went to a nearby coffee shop, and had drinks while I discussed what I'd heard, also mentioning that one of the new recruits (Alice, I believe her name was) made some talk of escaping.
I may just have talked to the right person. Or the wrong person, depending on how you look at it. Angeal turned out to be a member of the PIA. I wanted to turn myself in there and then, but he eventually persuaded me to assist the other members with escaping. I don't know what I've gotten myself into, but it seems like we'll find out soon enough.
If all goes well, myself and the other people planning to escape will finally be free, but I still plan to turn myself in and recieve appropriate punishment for having dealt with Rocket for so long in the first place.
If fate frowns, we all perish.
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| The Unwritten Summary (Evan) |
[30 Nov 2008|01:49am] |
Due to the cataclysm that affected the Island this month, I have narrowed my targets to just two for now. The simplest explanation possible of what I will be doing at these places is that I will be raiding them for information.
First will be the Pokémorph Island Docks.
Second will be the Pokémorph Intelligence Agency.
Both contain information that is not publicly available, information I wish to have. This is particularly applicable to the latter, although I unfortunately will not be able to uncover all of its secrets, or possibly even a significant amount of them. Still, with the data I can gather from these missions, I will subsequently have enough to plot my next move.
So many things could go wrong, but I can no longer sit still. I have put too much work into this. I cannot abandon it now.
(OOC: Finally, one of the main reasons I have been doing these posts comes out: I need participants. These scenes naturally need more players in them than just myself. So, if YOU have an alt that might be present on one of the nights of these missions, whenever they might be, send Evan an @mail, or just page me! My other alts are Zomg, Crux and Cain. Don't hesitate if you're interested! Thanks for any support.)
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| ... (Angeal) |
[12 Nov 2008|12:23am] |
I stare at the ceiling of the house. It's not mine. This island is like the house. I know it, I'm familiar with it, but... It's not mine, is it? It's different. New. There's never been a volcano or lava, there's never been a day where you can look out without seeing the warships. There's never been a day where Kanto hasn't influenced control over us, at least, in recent memory.
( But just because it's not the island I know doesn't mean we can't do anything about it )
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| Hi, mom.. (Sue) |
[11 Nov 2008|10:05am] |
"I'm sorry I didn't call earlier mom, I know you've been worried..."
"Yes. Things are pretty messy here. No, I'm not really sure exactly what happened, we're still working on that."
"I'm fine, really! I wasn't hurt. But lots of other people were. I was out helping as best I can. I know some first aid and sometimes stopping bleeding is whats needed to keep someone alive. I.. I've seen death before, but that was a disease, this was... well.. I guess I learned that I can stand the sight of blood.. heh.."
"No no! None of it was mine! I'm alright, mom, really. I'm so very proud of Plush and Sandy. Plush was teleporting people to the hospital and Sandy was helping dig through debris and stuff. I'm much more proud of both of them than a pokemon battle could ever make me.."
"No.. I.. I can't come back right now. Right now is the kind of time when they need all the help they can get. I... wait mom, I know you're worried. But I came here to do some good, and times like this is when they need it the most."
"Yes.. I promise I'll call often. I love you too, can you tell dad for me? Oh.. and... check on the internet. I think you'll know..."
(That day pictures began appearing on the internet. Morphs helping humans from the water, helping each other. Many pictures of morphs and humans united through a crisis. Images of pain and images of mothers finding their children.)
Sue rubs her tired hands and offers to her pokemon. "Well guys.. morphs aren't going to be a faceless problem after this, at least."
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| 1,000,000 (Vesta) |
[09 Nov 2008|11:58pm] |
> CALL ROSE
"We're sorry, all circuits are currently busy. Please try your call again later. Error 51."
> CALL ROSE
"We're sorry, all circuits are"
> CALL ROSE
"We're s"
> CALL ROSE
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| 999,999 (Vesta) |
[06 Nov 2008|11:46pm] |
Sometimes I feel like I'm on the precipice of something broad and terrible, something I can't control.
I'd never thought of myself as having very much to lose, but I suppose I do. For as slowly as it's all crept up around me, I'm lying around in pieces all over this place, and I'd be sad to lose it. It's taken me a while to recognize it, but I've been content here.
But mostly now I think about Rose, how she's out there somewhere without me there to watch her. I'm sure her father's taken care of her, and I didn't used to worry this way.
But I keep expecting something when I walk through the door. I worry when the phone rings. I worry over the mail. It's like I were waiting for someone to go, someone old and ill; something I should never be feeling about her.
Maybe I'm just headed for a heart attack. I always thought it'd be my liver.
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| On Freedom (Marcellus) |
[31 Oct 2008|12:41am] |
So I'm out.
Seven months. It's short compared to how long others were holed up, maybe, but all the same- seven months. I wonder where seven months went.
As I'd always somehow known, no one really took notice of my disappearance. One tiny blurb in the sidebar of an old newspaper; otherwise, it's as though I never existed at all. I can't blame them- what the hell kinda headline would 'GHOST VANISHES' make? The world turns and things go on, and Marcellus isn't part of it. So I've decided- for my own sake, and to save others the problem of acknowledging the reappearance of someone who's already truly dead, in their eyes.
( The solution... )
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