Who: Celebi, trainers and you!
What: Hunting wild pokémon, battling trainers, or a search for the legendary pokémon of the forest!
Where: In the wilds outside the city - particularly in le gasp the forest~
When: Whenever. Sometime during the event. Whatever suits you.
Warnings: Possible pokébattles? Not really any warnings.

( Never know what's 'round the bend. We go up the hill and down again. And when there's trouble we'll get through, We always have and we always do! )

Okay, who's casting spells at my forest?

[Aisling's all frowning confusion today - she's not even really angry, exactly. Just baffled.]

Why do you want the colors to change and for everything to be still?

[Sure enough, when she turns the camera, it looks like she's switched it to instagram snapshots, except that she's moving between the trees. Everything is stock still - not a leaf or a blade of grass moving, even though the breeze ruffs across the microphone. If she doesn't move the camera, you'd think it were a photograph, not a video. Some of the trees look like they might have been... painted? From oil paint? That patch of flowers is definitely in watercolor.]

If you want something, I'm sure we can bargain for it, but it's really very rude to cast spells in other people's houses. Especially without talking about it first!

Listen, just because you all are interested in talking or singing into the late hours of the night doesn't mean all of us are. Some of us are studying, and have actual bedtimes to stick to, so unless you're going to offer some expertise in building bridges and calculating mine shafts, keep the noise down already. I have a test this week and I am going to ace it.

Except for you, Mistress Marvel. You're cool. You really need to show me how you blew up that building later.

[The feed comes on in the middle of a sentence, and for a moment it might be confused for gibberish, but no, she's speaking in Gaelic, shouting over the terrible rumble of the mountain and the crash of falling debris. The camera lies on its side in the grass, with a half-obscured view of a veritable stampede of creatures fleeing. Not a one of them seems to care if predator and prey are beside one another: they're all wild-eyed and panicky, but for the moment they're under control.

Aisling stands on a fallen tree, clearly visible. From this angle, at least, she seems as calm as a person may be under these circumstances, with a dray of baby squirrels under one arm. She throws out her free hand as the ground shakes, and the phone settles enough to see more flaming projectiles raining down into the forest further away. As they disappear below the treeline, Aisling cries out and falters, going to one knee as though she's been struck. The ground stops trembling for the moment, but she still shudders, breath hissing between her teeth.

Her control over the animals has slipped, and they're beginning to branch out, backtracking, pausing, snapping at one another, utterly terrified. Slowly, she pushes herself back to her feet, flinging back her hair and reasserting her control. The eyes of the animals glow red for a second, as though a flashbulb has gone off, and they calm enough to keep heading the direction she wants them to go.

Glancing down, Aisling catches sight of her phone and stoops to lift it.]

Get to the sea! A river of fire is coming, and there is no way to stop it that I know. Fly, and keep yourselves out of harm's way!

[She's too busy to linger, and the feed shuts off with a click.]

Who: Aisling, Sheska
What: Dreams and Nightmares
When: Feb 27th - March 2nd, whenever you sleep
Warnings: Sheska's nightmares contain violence, gore, blame, and a twisting of the senses. Aisling's dreams contain flashes of violence and death, but at a remove and only if you okay them.

NOTES:
None of these dreams take place at the same time unless prearranged with me. Otherwise everyone has their own experience separate from others.
Dreams are arranged by comment hierarchy within. Aisling has two thread types - utterly peaceful and serene, and calm with flashes of history/sorrow. Sheska has one mode - nightmares. (Though it may not look like one at first.) Please comment under the dream you wish to enter.