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So I’m still not sure how exactly Blotch and Overseer find out that Tama is alive and well in Glitch Productions’ copy of The Cloud’s Songbird, but as soon as they do they make a beeline for it… only to find absolutely nothing. Obviously Blotch starts freaking out because they were so close and even if their source was wrong about Tama there should still at least be the server itself there. Overseer manages to find trace elements that prove that it was there, it just got moved somehow, and within the last few hours no less. He finds two portal trails, though one is scrambled and encrypted beyond his ability to decipher, and they decide to follow the other one to its destination, hoping to at least get some answers.
Obviously they end up in Cappy Town, which is in a state of barely-organized chaos as they try to sort things out with the Harmonian refugees. They spot a purple and green snail with a clipboard who seems to be one of the people in charge and decide to see if he knows anything.
“Uh, excuse me, sir-”
“Registration desks are over there, miss,” he doesn’t even look up from his clipboard as he points off to his left at a bunch of tables manned by Cappies and Waddle Dees and slides off elsewhere.
Blotch is confused but undeterred, and follows him “I-sir, I’m trying to find my sister an-”
He cuts her off again with a heavy put-upon sigh, “Just about everybody here’s trying to find somebody, sweetheart. Look, I’ve got about half a continent of displaced memes and oc’s I’ve gotta sort through and find shelter for before the sun goes down. If you give the people at the registration desks your sister’s info they’ll find her eventua-”
“ESCARGOON!” a tubby blue penguin in a red robe and hat waddle-jogs over, huffing and puffing more with frustration than effort, “we need you over on the west side pronto! What’s the holdup?”
“Er, just dealing with some more concerned relatives, your majesty. I’ve just about got things sorted out though.”
Blotch scoffs at that, which gets the penguin’s attention… and he does a double-take when he sees Overseer next to her, trying and failing to not attract attention from the refugees and townspeople. For whatever reason, this prompts him to clonk Escargoon on the eyestalk with one of his mitt-covered fists. This finally gets the snail to look up, glaring at his companion and rubbing the cartoonish bruise that’s forming.
“Ow! The heck was that for!?”
“Escargoon, ya nitwit,” he leans in, seemingly trying (and failing) to whisper quietly enough they won’t hear him, “didj'ya even bother lookin’? She’s got one-o them "Adnim” fellas with her!“
Escargoon takes the cue, his eyes somehow bugging out more than they already were.
"Look, I’ll handle things here for a bit, you take these two over to the other me. If he ain’t still at Yabui’s clinic, ask Tiff or dat scary grey Meta Knight with the one eye ta call ‘im wit dem fancy Star Phone doohickeys.”
“R-right.” He hands the penguin his clipboard slithers off again, in a different direction from before, waving Overseer and Blotch over, “Alright you two, follow me.”
The duo shoot each other a Look before obeying.
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After a few minutes, Escargoon’s leads them to a small clinic just off main street, “Alright, the other King Dedede’s in here. Trust me, you can’t miss him.”
As he starts heading back, Blotch opens the door, revealing a cozy lobby/waiting room, where two (unusually detailed, from Blotch’s perspective) Harmonian cats, an odd collection of Pokemon, and a much bigger, more impressive-looking version of the penguin from before are huddled around a Command Box that seems to be in video call mode, having a discussion in hushed-yet-frantic tones between themselves and whoever’s on the other end. They hang up a few seconds after Blotch and Overseer enter, and as the huddle disperses one of the Pokemon spots the new arrivals and Blotch suddenly has a Hoppa with a suspicious scowl all up in her face.
“You! Where’d you come from? How come you look like Tamakin?”
As the group scrambles to get Hoopa under control, voices overlapping with apologies and admonishments, her mind latches onto one very important detail, “You know Tama!?”
“Of course! Tamakin is Hoopa’s trainer!” He puffs up with pride as he says this.
“So, you know where she is, right? Is she here? Please, I need to see her.”
The poor little mythical immediately deflates as she says this, seeming to almost tear up, before his face scrunches up in anger and distrust again, “Why do you wanna know?”
“I’m her sister, I-” her breath catches as she realizes the possible implications of how Hoopa’s acting, how everyone in the room is acting, now that she looks at them, “Oh Muses no, she can’t be- Please, I can’t lose her again, tell me she isn’t-”
“She’s not dead,” King Dedede’s voice, deep and rumbling and authoritative in all the ways his local counterpart’s isn’t, cuts through Blotch’s spiral of despair and commands the attention of everyone in the room, “It wasn’t destruction, it was a teleport. She’s still in Harmonia, wherever it ended up, just like all the other characters that’re part of the game.”
That should be a relief, but… “but, my Tama’s not part of that game. We were from a spinoff.”
He rubs the back of his…neck? head? whatever-it-is sheepishly, “er, she is as of a few weeks ago.”
“…wot.”
“Yeah, I should probably start at the beginning, when she first showed up. You two might wanna sit down, it’s kind of a long story.”
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5:21 PM EDT September 29, 2024:
Ufomammut - “Blotch”
From the album Snailking
(May 18, 2004)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: Italian Psychedelic Doom
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I’ve talked about this a little bit but not extensively, probably about an eon ago, so there’s no need to apologize, lol.
To me, they’d be a power couple, but not in a way that would grow their characters. They’d fall into a typical red-green behavior in the two trios where red is the brains and green is the brawns. However, where Buttercup typically butts heads with Blossom, Butch wouldn’t because Blossom’s nicer than Brick and, therefore, easier to please, which feeds his ego.
((You should know that in my h/c, Butch’s relationship with Brick is extremely co-dependent, and he’s very compliant with Brick’s demands. Most of my ideas for him center around his independence from Brick & Boomer (to a lesser extent)))
Blossom would snap her fingers, and Butch would get it done. Romantically, this makes for a good smut book lol (nice girl v. bad boy/all those possessive tropes/dramatic relationship moments).
Generally, though, I don’t think they’d grow as characters unless outside influences force them to. Blossom needs someone to knock her down a peg or two, not an obedient hellhound (even if he grumbles about being put to work), and Butch needs someone to tell him … he’s not an obedient hellhound. Basically, Blossom and Butch would work very well together in a professional setting and likely (if Butch went good or Blossom went bad) have a loyal relationship with each other ((I think they’d have a lot in common socially)), but in my head, they’re doomed to the same stereotypical tropes of their characters.
Like I said, it could be very spicy and compelling, but it’s still sugar-coated sadness. It would be too easy for both of them to ignore their own internal conflicts and do what’s comfortable, and that’s being change-adverse. Butch would have both Brick and nicer-Brick, and Blossom would have both Buttercup and Obidenent-Buttercup. And everyone knows you can’t have your cake and eat it too.
I would like to stress that I love this pairing. Saying they’d be semi-toxic with each other is NOT saying I’m anti-this ship. I just need their romantic relationship arc to be a little tragic.
But please, anon, let me know your thoughts! Maybe you have a more interesting take :)
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Moon 538
Season: Leaf-bare
Overarching Events
Not enough medicine cats
Deaths
Blotchjay died from frostbite
Gravelmimic, Bassfoot, Longmoss, and Flutterbumble grieve but are not stricken
Health
Bassfoot has constant nightmares
Hollowminnow’s shock is gone
Flutterbumble fought a dog and got hurt
Needleegg got greencough
Crestfreckle got a splinter
Ficklekit got yellowcough
Celebistreak’s shock and yellowcough abated
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Moon 532
Season: Greenleaf
Overarching Events
Not enough healthy medicine cats!
Ceremonies
Blotchjay can hardly believe how quickly time has passed since Longpaw was a kit. It still feels like yesterday they were tumbling around the nursery. Misty-eyed with pride and joy, Blotchjay throws their head back and tries to cheer the loudest as Longpaw is named Longmoss and honored for their leadership
Deaths
Boobearbubble died of an infected wound
Popreed can hardly process the sight of Boobearbubble’s body and is grief-stricken
Misc
Longmoss was seen in a very serious conversation with a kittypet, who ran away when another patrol approached
Sapkit falls into a river, but is saved by Frosttooth
Highstripe is offering constructive criticism to the deputy
Health
Quivershine recovered from birth but got fleas
Ebonyeye feels relieved at the lack of pain in their head
Runningleaf’s heat stroke abated
Swampwhistle healed from birth
Flutterpaw got heat exhaustion and got bruised falling from a tree
Sandykit was grabbed by an eagle but was saved by Popreed
Patrols
A gang of rogues ambush the patrol. Taken by surprise, the patrol scatters and loses cohesion. They all escape, but Midgejumbe is wounded (cat-bite).
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(had an idea for when everyone’s eventually trying to save the CCC Avatars. It somewhat relies on Blotch finally finding out about Tama just barely too late to finally reunite thanks to the whole Project Thunder thing. And, well, it’s pretty obvious where they ended up from an IRL standpoint since it’s an actual video game and thus very public, but where exactly it is within the digital multiverse is harder to figure out thanks to Mr. L and the CCC’s security. So everybody’s working together on some… investigating.)
*in the darkest corners of the digital multiverse, the True dark web, Viruses reign supreme. And in this particular area, few are more powerful than the Coalition of L33T. We look now at a fleet of L33T warships stationed in a space-age-based server at the edge of Admin-controlled space, where the flagship is currently being infiltrated and sabotaged by a certain cat, who is decidedly unconcerned with stealth. she wants them to know she’s here*
Blotch: *reaches the bridge, where several robotic viruses are scrambling to assess the damage to their ship’s systems, and waits for all their eyes to be on her* I have a message, and a question. A message from the Avatars, and a question from me. Where. Is. My. Sister?
L33T Viruses: …
Blotch: Oh don’t give me those blank looks. *walks so she’s between them and a window that shows a small part of their massive fleet* The Coalition of L33T monitors this entire quadrant. You hear everything. So you tell me where the Connected Cosmos server is. You tell me, and I’ll be on my way.
L33T Leader: …Wh4t 15 7h3 4v474r5’ m3554g3?
*on cue, the ships seen outside the window behind Blotch start exploding, with Laharl and a misshapen black-and-purple Gardevoir visibly tearing the nearest one apart with their bare hands*
Bloch: *not reacting at all to the destruction behind her* …would you like me to repeat the question?
