Cormorant
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The Town at the Edge of the World
Cianwood City was a place of contradictions.
For one, it was hardly a city: more so a town of twenty to thirty families that made up a population of about a hundred and fifty people in total. It was also a town by the sea, with no substantial woodland to speak of. Nobody knew who had decided to name their town Cianwood City—only that a sign, engraved thus, had stood at its center for as far as living memory could recall. Beneath the name, an epithet read: “Port of Crashing Waves.” This sign, worn smooth by the blustering wind and smelling faintly of the sea, perhaps held one key to the mystery of the why rather than the who of “Cianwood.” It was a wooden sign that could have been cut from the planks of any of Cianwood’s houses, or of the ships that often set sail from Cianwood's port. It reminded of the blueness of the ocean. And of all the sights in Cianwood, the sight of the ocean sparkling between the houses was the most beautiful.
Our story begins in this place of contradictions. In this town where the young people are few, there is a young man named Dee who works for the Cianwood City Post Office. Like that of the town that it serves, the office’s name does not quite encompass its truth. Over the years, with the growth of telephone landlines and the advent of radio to connect Cianwood's denizens to the mainland, the office has become more a place for people to submit odd job requests. A lightbulb change, repair help, whatever it is, Dee is at your service. After all, besides the occasional package or lost letter on a blue moon, nobody sends mail to the Cianwood City Post Office anymore.
Mechanics
Voting will be done in a separate thread. Decisions are made via majority rule. No write-ins unless specified.
Notes
This Quest Log is set right before cellphones/Pokegear are invented. I wanted to focus more on human and Pokemon relationships outside of the training/battling/competition focus offered by the games, so here we are. Don't know how well this is going to accomplish my goal, but if it sounds like something that appeals to you, I hope you will follow along on this journey.
For one, it was hardly a city: more so a town of twenty to thirty families that made up a population of about a hundred and fifty people in total. It was also a town by the sea, with no substantial woodland to speak of. Nobody knew who had decided to name their town Cianwood City—only that a sign, engraved thus, had stood at its center for as far as living memory could recall. Beneath the name, an epithet read: “Port of Crashing Waves.” This sign, worn smooth by the blustering wind and smelling faintly of the sea, perhaps held one key to the mystery of the why rather than the who of “Cianwood.” It was a wooden sign that could have been cut from the planks of any of Cianwood’s houses, or of the ships that often set sail from Cianwood's port. It reminded of the blueness of the ocean. And of all the sights in Cianwood, the sight of the ocean sparkling between the houses was the most beautiful.
Our story begins in this place of contradictions. In this town where the young people are few, there is a young man named Dee who works for the Cianwood City Post Office. Like that of the town that it serves, the office’s name does not quite encompass its truth. Over the years, with the growth of telephone landlines and the advent of radio to connect Cianwood's denizens to the mainland, the office has become more a place for people to submit odd job requests. A lightbulb change, repair help, whatever it is, Dee is at your service. After all, besides the occasional package or lost letter on a blue moon, nobody sends mail to the Cianwood City Post Office anymore.
Mechanics
Voting will be done in a separate thread. Decisions are made via majority rule. No write-ins unless specified.
Notes
This Quest Log is set right before cellphones/Pokegear are invented. I wanted to focus more on human and Pokemon relationships outside of the training/battling/competition focus offered by the games, so here we are. Don't know how well this is going to accomplish my goal, but if it sounds like something that appeals to you, I hope you will follow along on this journey.