#plotthings

TURN TAPE OVER TO: SIDE B.

what started as a class project during sydney grover and kat wu’s senior year of high school soon became a mom’s basement and backyard shed side project, taking them past their high school caps and gowns and well into their college years, right up until they dropped out to pursue their music full time.

side b consists of four members and zero managers, four self-titled “kids without a clue” but with a hell of a lot of heart.  their first ep was quietly released to little success, until spotify snatched grover’s penned 1.4.u. and launched it straight to their “indie moods” playlist, and the band’s twitter gained an extra 20,000 followers by the end of the week.

they faced some controversy for “buying their success” due to kat wu’s father, producer diamond wu, allowing them access to his famed recording studio and helping with the funding to get their albums out in the open, but any and all music made has been crafted by them and them alone., and they’ll make sure you know it.

you can currently find them in the studio recording their first full length album, having just come off a summer tour for recording artist cam insertlastnamehere.

MEET THE GROUP.

BRADY BARTON, drums - loud, outspoken, and always tapping anything from his feet to a pair of drumsticks, brady is the energetic heart and soul of the group.  you don't need to take my word for it, because everyone will agree with it.  he can often be found with his right hand man and boyfriend, music blogger stevie evans, at his side.

JOY HART, guitar - often confused for the band’s nonexistent “tambourinist” at first sight, joy is bubbly and always smiling and laughing.  she’s a self-taught guitar player and bassist.  she can also play a ukulele when the time is right, but as it turns out, the time is seldom right.  you’ll never see her rock the exact same hair color twice.

SYDNEY GROVER, vocals/bass - having started the group alongside childhood friend, kat, when the pair were in high school, side b has always been a passion project of grover’s.  other passion projects include songwriting, activism, and telling the ideology of gender to absolutely and positively go fuck itself.  thanks!  :-)

A lil too late for that mate :p

Though in my canon the Johto Navy still ends up better off than Kanto

After Cherrygrove and the war's end, here's the total number of warships left FROM BOTH NATIONS:

Johto:

Destroyers JNV Bastion, Blackthorn, Bayonette

Cruiser JNV Fortunate

Submarine JS-201

Kanto: 

Destroyers KNS Mightyena, Vibrava

Cruiser KNS Samurott

(Challenge Prompt)

By the time they had left their patrol, the skies were turning black.  It wasn't another hour before the waves began to climb, forcing the warship to slow down in its mad dash. 

Lieutenant Commander Will Copernicus knew this was not a natural storm as the snow began to fall, in the middle of the year- he had heard reports of Articuno, the legendary Kanto winter bird- being recovered in Saffron City.  His fists tightened their grip on the railing as the icy winds blasted spray onto the bridge of the JNV Bastion.

Will wiped his eyes and went inside.  “Helmsman, what’s our speed?” He demanded.

“Sir, we’ve been forced to drop down to twelve knots in these winds.”

“Dammit!” William swore and pounded his fist on a table.  A young woman approached nearby. “Will, take it easy, we can’t control the weather.”

Copernicus sighed, and rubbed his eyes.  “I know, Lottie, I know.  It’s just… I hate to think of all the sailors that are dying while this godforsaken blizzard slows us down!” Will was practically bouncing on his leg, and he began to pace the bridge deck, stumbling as a wave caused the Bastion to roll.

Lottie came up and put a hand on him. “Look, we’re still doing this, and we’re not giving up.”  She looked him in the eyes, the fire in her hazel pupils reflecting into his sky blue ones.  “We are not giving up this easily, yeah?”

Will was silent for a moment, before he gave a quick inhale, straightened up and set his cap. “Like hell.”  He limped to the wing of the bridge, and shielded his eyes from the flying spray.

“… It make me think of Undella, remember?” He turned to Lottie, who was leaning on the chart table. “That rotten weather… and then that Wailord coming, hitting the ship…”

Will looked ahead, unable to see anything but gray and white.  “I hate feeling this powerless.  Nothing we do going right… I really hope there even is a Johto Navy left in Cherrygrove left to help out.”

Lottie was about to say something, but closed her mouth and let him fume.  As they watched, however, the snow ceased.  The gray clouds began to lift, and the seas settled a little.  Will rushed back to the bridge.

“Give us flank speed, now! We’ll get to Cherrygrove yet.”

Will turned around. “Lottie, go down to the radio room and tell them to report to whoever’s left in Cherrygrove that we’re almost there.”

Lottie saluted with a smirk on her face. “Aye, sir.”  She trotted down the passageway.

Will turned his attention to the helmsman, a young teen only a few years younger than the commander.  “Let’s get as fast a course as we can.”

“Yes, sir.”

And as the sky cleared, the gray warship’s funnels belched smoke as the engines kicked back into high gear.  A wave crashed over the bow, and a rainbow appeared over the forward gun mountings.

The scene gave Will a chance to smile. “Ho-Oh’s blessings right there, Ensign.”

“… Will.”

He turned around, to face Lottie. Her face was grim.

“… The fleet’s getting hit hard.  Hoenn’s responding too, but we’re starting to pick up distress signals from them too.”

Will stared for a moment, before he blinked and looked away. “Dammit… These monsters, this weather…”

“Without Lugia, we can’t control anything,” Lottie remarked.

Will shook his head.  “Nothing’s ever fully in control, I guess.”

“Captain,” the helmsman reported, “we have land off our eleven o’clock.”

All eyes turned to the distant hills- the fjord that marked the entrance to Cherrygrove.  The sky was already clearing over the city.

But another gray was starting to fill the sky around the land.

It was the dirty gray of smoke- burning paint, metal, and flesh.

The Last of Us- Main Theme

By Gustavo Santaolalla