eleven eleven ELEVEN

[broldenrod]

[Gooood morning, Awesome Island! Can you guess what day it is? Go on. Take a guess.

If you're stuck, the clouds gathering over the CMA might be able to help you deduce the answer; they eventually begin to precipitate, but instead of rain, it's single sticks of Pocky. As the "rain" starts to pick up a bit, the single sticks are replaced by small

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[broldenrod]

Aww, man, what is this? Hey-- watch it! Ow! This rain has too good of aim! [FIND SHELTER, WHEATON. IT WILL PROBABLY BE MORE EFFECTIVE THAN COVERING YOUR HEAD WITH YOUR ARMS]

[orangemineral]

[ Don't worry, Wheaton, Jasmine's doing the same thing in order to block the "rain". Also her hair's down because her hair ties turned into Pocky and they can't support her ridiculous 'do well enough. ]

[broldenrod]

[Oh no, his "Damsel in distress" sense is tingling!! And it's--]

Jas-- ...mine! Jasmine! [Yes, Wheaton, make sure you call her by her proper name and not her boyself's name.

He hurries over to her, his own woes temporarily forgotten.] C'mon, let's find an umbrella or roof or something!

[orangemineral]

Wh-Wheaton! [ She's about to protest his statement but then she realized hey, if she did she would also be keeping him out in this strange weather. So she nods, looking around to try to see where the closest roof is ] A-alright!

[flopfrown]

[Ingo continues to not catch a break with the island, as he found out himself when he stepped out of his house to find his poor subway cars turned into chocolate biscuit sticks.

...

GOD

DAMMIT

ISLAAAAAAND AHJSDGDSHGKDkhafhdgkdk

Ingo, that face is kind of scary.]

[whitesout]

[ Guess who's eying the chocolate biscuit sticks...

... But Ingo looks like he'd flip a table if she grabbed a piece. ]

[flopfrown]

[ (╯°▲°）╯︵ ┻━┻ ]

Miss Hilda. [he sees that look and HE IS GOING TO STEP IN QUICKLY DJSFGHFG] If you wish to try the island's Pocky, please refrain from taking it off the subway...

[whitesout]

Hehe, you want to keep it all to yourself? [ She says this in a teasing tone and laughs a little. ] Sharing is caring, you know.

[lunardancing]

[ Dawn, despite being newly returned, is not cut any slack with the Pocky Plague. her hairpins have been turned into the biscuit stick snack, but don't worry, she ain't even bothered.

she's parked herself under a pocky tree and is currently omnoming on one of the hairpins.

delicious. ]

[flopfrown]

You seem to be enjoying yourself, miss. [But you're missing a hairp-- oh wait, nevermind, it's in your mouth...??]

[lunardancing]

[ because it is covered in chocolate and is quite yummy! ]

No good letting it all go to waste!

[flopfrown]

... [Well yes, but--]

Isn't that your hair accessory...?

[loveliestwish]

[ Well... this is something different.

With a silent sigh, Leaf closes her Pocky-fied book and watches the unusual rain from under the shelter of a tree-turned-Pocky. ]

[flockingjustice]

[ Falkner may be celebrating the holiday incorrectly, but Pocky boxes make excellent targets for training. He's making Skarmory use Swift at them, which breaks said boxes into pieces of Pocky and cardboard. Fun, right? ]

[waterwaiter]

[Ooooh. Aaaaah.]

Well, that's a use for it!

[flockingjustice]

The boxes are big enough that it might possibly hurt when it hits someone on the head, so this is helping take care of that issue. [ Good excuse? Good excuse. ]

[waterwaiter]

Always working for the general good, mm. [Best excuse!] It looks like Pocky confetti, now!