After responding to that strange radio broadcast you heard, you find yourself in front of "the Shady House" that you were instructed to meet at. And, well...it looks the part.
Despite it's gargantuan size (clearly whoever had initially built it had the scharole to piss away on the square-footage), it doesn't exactly look like the place anybody would want to live in. The once ornate shutters that served to protect the arched windows from the Alolan storm winds now hung by single screws, some having fallen off altogether. Many of the glass panes were cracked, if not completely shattered, and whether it was from mere age or from something being thrown through them was hard to tell. The walls had been degraded in a few places, and there were traces of claw and even burn marks along the facade. Likely from Pokemon getting a little too rowdy?
The thick, giant mahogany doors, clearly imported from some expensive-ass region, were the only things that seemed to have kept their intended aesthetic. Despite a few dings, scratches, and chips in the carved design, they still stood as strong as they had they day they were built. But were they as welcoming? That was up to whoever approached them.
Despite the somewhat frightening appearance of the front of the dilapidated mansion, the inside managed to hold a bit more of a cozier feel. It was just as big as it looked, and it was evident that the inhabitants--Team Skull themselves--had worked quite hard to make do with their living arrangements.
The broken windows had been fortified from the inside with four-by-fours, all decorated with absurd yet oddly humorous neon graffiti art. Whoever had painted on the boards had gotten a little rambunctious with the paint, however, because there were splatters on the nearby walls and even the tile floor. Posters of assorted Pokemon and Champions and fandoms adorned the peeling wallpaper, and an eagle-eyed observer might catch sight of the wooden "Days Since Guzma Punched a Hole In Something" sign, which ironically, had a giant hole right where the number would have likely been scribbled.
Whatever furniture that had been left behind by the previous owner was patched up and refurbished, as indicated by the shoddy patches in the couch cushions and the overall mismatched setup of the apparent main sitting room. The floor, while dark with age and abandonment, was swept and mopped clean, and the rug that was situated under the sitting area--while torn in several places--also otherwise looked clean-ish.
A grand staircase of thick dark wood and dingy carpet led up to the second floor, and hallways stretched in every direction from the entrance. But what would likely catch your eye was the large and poorly-drawn "WELCOME NEW RECRUITS" banner that hung over the table of refreshments. Juice boxes, assorted berries, a bowl of Doritos, and a large plate of the most delectable-smelling brownies your nose might have ever had the pleasure of inhaling sat scattered on the old folding table.
It was...something.
@Flyg0n @HelloYellow17 @FauxFox @Dragonfree @tomatorade @ShiniGojira @Chibi Pika @unrepentantAuthor
[[Due to my own stupidity, I accidentally posted the incorrect cutoff date for signups. I intended them to end April 29th at midnight EST 🤡 That said, we will be getting started with Day 0 but signups will be open until then, after which you will receive your roles the game will officially start. Have fun you crazy kids!]]
Despite it's gargantuan size (clearly whoever had initially built it had the scharole to piss away on the square-footage), it doesn't exactly look like the place anybody would want to live in. The once ornate shutters that served to protect the arched windows from the Alolan storm winds now hung by single screws, some having fallen off altogether. Many of the glass panes were cracked, if not completely shattered, and whether it was from mere age or from something being thrown through them was hard to tell. The walls had been degraded in a few places, and there were traces of claw and even burn marks along the facade. Likely from Pokemon getting a little too rowdy?
The thick, giant mahogany doors, clearly imported from some expensive-ass region, were the only things that seemed to have kept their intended aesthetic. Despite a few dings, scratches, and chips in the carved design, they still stood as strong as they had they day they were built. But were they as welcoming? That was up to whoever approached them.
Despite the somewhat frightening appearance of the front of the dilapidated mansion, the inside managed to hold a bit more of a cozier feel. It was just as big as it looked, and it was evident that the inhabitants--Team Skull themselves--had worked quite hard to make do with their living arrangements.
The broken windows had been fortified from the inside with four-by-fours, all decorated with absurd yet oddly humorous neon graffiti art. Whoever had painted on the boards had gotten a little rambunctious with the paint, however, because there were splatters on the nearby walls and even the tile floor. Posters of assorted Pokemon and Champions and fandoms adorned the peeling wallpaper, and an eagle-eyed observer might catch sight of the wooden "Days Since Guzma Punched a Hole In Something" sign, which ironically, had a giant hole right where the number would have likely been scribbled.
Whatever furniture that had been left behind by the previous owner was patched up and refurbished, as indicated by the shoddy patches in the couch cushions and the overall mismatched setup of the apparent main sitting room. The floor, while dark with age and abandonment, was swept and mopped clean, and the rug that was situated under the sitting area--while torn in several places--also otherwise looked clean-ish.
A grand staircase of thick dark wood and dingy carpet led up to the second floor, and hallways stretched in every direction from the entrance. But what would likely catch your eye was the large and poorly-drawn "WELCOME NEW RECRUITS" banner that hung over the table of refreshments. Juice boxes, assorted berries, a bowl of Doritos, and a large plate of the most delectable-smelling brownies your nose might have ever had the pleasure of inhaling sat scattered on the old folding table.
It was...something.
@Flyg0n @HelloYellow17 @FauxFox @Dragonfree @tomatorade @ShiniGojira @Chibi Pika @unrepentantAuthor
[[Due to my own stupidity, I accidentally posted the incorrect cutoff date for signups. I intended them to end April 29th at midnight EST 🤡 That said, we will be getting started with Day 0 but signups will be open until then, after which you will receive your roles the game will officially start. Have fun you crazy kids!]]
