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SPACE CASE!
Episode 1: Graduation Day

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The following project is a fanfiction playthrough of Pokemon Blue, set in an anthro worldbuild we've been working on for quite a few years.

It is an adult project, and may contain, but is not limited to: 
-sexual/fetish content
-graphic content such as gore, violence, and abuse
-imagery and descriptions of the above

More will likely be relevant as the project goes on, and due to it being audience impacted, no guarantees can be given for what it won't include.

Take care, and enjoy.

 

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Deep breaths.




Focus.




Stay in the moment.







Today is the day you graduate the prestigious Tapestry Community College, becoming a licensed battler and being eligible for official party work.

....at least, that's all the red tape involved. Frankly, you didn't think you needed a degree for this. You probably don't. You're good- good enough where you flew through the courses above your peers. Lots of people battle without licenses or degrees, because all that matters is if you can knock the other guy down. People paying don't care about that much.

Your instructors warned you this isn't going to be how it works in the real world. If you want official recognition and higher positions in battling career paths, you needed to go for the League, and to do that, you needed paperwork. Be it a degree, a signoff by some kind of mentor, whatever...this was your best option. The college was free to locals and close to home.

Next door, even.

You could do without the convenience during spring break, but at least you weren't paying for dorm space or sleeping outside. Everyone told you outright- you're lucky to have these opportunities. Lucky to be born a type variant, to have such...interesting formative experiences-





None of that matters to you.





All that counts is getting to the top. Anything beyond that is an obstacle.











Your name is Stretch and you are an electabuzz. 
You use it/its pronouns and were born and raised here in Pallet Town.












You are about to pound a grimer into the mats. 









You don't know her- you've never even heard of her. The graduation fight between the top students in all the classes was performative at best, and she had been in an entirely different training track than you. While you had mowed through your side of the bracket, she had done the same- and yet-






Looking at the blue, splotchy heap of goo in front of you, you're not sure what to think.

She looks normal.

Exhausted, but normal.

From the expression she's giving you, she definitely knows who you are. You've seen it before.

There it is.








She turns back to the instructor, a vileplume you've come to hate.

They give you a death glare as you try to avoid their eyes.

The grimer gestures wildly at you, letting out a frustrated huff.

The two of you approach the center of the arena.


On closer inspection, you realize you were wrong- she may look normal, but there's tells. She's some kind of type variant herself, and likely hiding her own secrets. 

She got lucky in some ways. Not as obvious as what you got saddled with. That kind of stealth can get you far.

She holds out a goopy hand, looking up at you with disdain.

Your feet hover an inch off the ground, a fun little perk from...events, years ago. You hadn't been born a flying type, a bog standard electabuzz raised by bog standard parents, up until the day where you were changed. 

You settle for raising your brows at her, hair-like antennae bobbing as you tilt your head.

The two of you shake hands. Type variant for sure, or it'd be stinging by now. She's just as perturbed by the feeling of your own skin, the brief moment spent with eyes locked. 

Neither of you can figure the other out. She's stealthy, you're...obvious, but not in a way that makes any sense. You've deviated severely from "electabuzz", but how? Why? You're pink, for god's sake, you float, and have these weird markings-

You stop musing on your opponent's confusion as a whistle blows.

You return to your sides of the field. 




There's quite a crowd today. You're sure you've irritated some of them plenty. People don't exactly root for you for your personality- or perceived lack thereof. Even so, they don't seem to be rooting for Slipper all that much either, the audience devoid of cheering or clapping as your instructor prepares the countdown.

This fight's decorative. Performative. Barely means anything.

But you can't help but feel like it's the first step. 
First step on your journey.

To the top. 








You circle each other.

You still can't get a read on her visually. 

Grimer. Grimer. Not a poison type, could still have poison moves. No signs of physical alteration that'd indicate what she's working with, either. Frustrating. 

You don't like uncharted territory.

From the worsening grimace on her face, neither does she. 







Despite your training, you had only managed to obtain registration for two moves. Plenty of useful skills like grappling, dodging, tanking things, but those weren't moves. Even the other effects of your encounter with the beyond were too difficult to control and classify within the local database. 

It happened with type variants plenty, sure, but being a bit of a classification mystery beyond the norm frustrated you to no end. You hated begging for anything, let alone bowing to authority period, but to even get these two techniques declared legal for regulation battles took so much more effort than anyone else has to deal with. 

....however, it did come with one very, very important advantage.








You're faster to reach the center of the arena, granting you the first turn. She doesn't see the first TWINEEDLE coming- and how could she? You rush her down, seeing her eyes widen as your hands crackle with blue arcs. An electric attack, surely-!









The energy solidifies, snapping into spike-like shapes on your palms. The first slap lands on the side of her head, the entire sludge mass splattering against it and losing form for a moment.








She manages to reel back just enough to avoid another hard hit, but not hard enough. You land the strike on her shoulder, the impact sending a ripple through her body. 

You lunge back, getting some distance. Observing your opponent.






There's energy rings around her head now, Slipper panting and scratching at them with useless slimy fingers.

She vomits, the crowd wincing and gagging. You could have charged at her again, but you know the rules. Blow for a blow. Let her struggle, all according to regulations.

You don't answer, your glare fierce. Never give up your strategy. Never.

Her fists clench- she's a sore loser. You'd feel bad for her if not for the look in her eyes, shoulders heaving as she slams the ground-









A massive, impossibly fast chasm opening in the floor beneath you, threatening to take you under, and slam you between both sides, breaking bones and god know what else-









Or, it would, if you hadn't raised a foot into the air effortlessly.

A fairly standard FISSURE. Usually a threat to just about anyone...

Her head's clearly swimming, holding it with a wince.

The look she gives you is indescribable.








She's not doing too good.









She does even worse when you get another TWINEEDLE in her chest.








And the other on her back, splattering her forward.

She desperately tries to get another hit off with you in close quarters, the move missing so badly that you don't even get a chance to guess.

A pulse of energy against her head doesn't seem to phase her- ah, useful. Water or dragon. That'd explain the blue-








Another miss. She takes a needle pulse to the neck and goes down.




You stand over her panting body, the audience actually managing to applaud.

You suppose you underestimated the intrigue of a complete shutdown. Even though you can see that they're disappointed, that they were expecting more- there certainly was a crack in the ground, sealing up as the arena reverted to its original state. A fissure at graduation was certainly new.

You watch as Frills comes in and examines her injuries- Slipper managing to sit up enough to take a pecha vitamin and deep breathe as the energy arcs peter out. 





Her look could kill you.




Sore loser.




No chance at reaching the top.

She's on the ground, her own sludgey puke off to the side.

Your voice is deadpan, a statement of facts. She huffs, voice burbling.

The crowd silences as she points directly at your face.

Well.
That's annoying. 

You were kind of hoping to gain notoriety before ending up in this sort of situation. Having an established rival before even getting a league badge looked...

....amateurish.

Still, it was a bad look otherwise. Doing it in such a public way, irritating, irritating irritating. It's the first time she's properly managed to get under your skin, doing such a stupid thing. If you didn't accept, you'd be given a reputation you didn't want.




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By the looks on peoples' faces, it may be too late for that.




Ugh.





The ceremony itself is negligible. You don't think about too much while having to walk across the stage, and no one claps for you. Your parents were at work, and you already had your things packed to head out immediately. Most of the people here, locals anyway, would return home and have a wonderful dinner with their families to commemorate the event. Maybe even go out for pizza. Very common here.


You had a sandwich in your bag that'd be lukewarm. Good enough. 


You haul your bag over your shoulder, a small but familiar mon trailing after you as you pass through the door.

You glance down. 





The diglett that stands there is wrapped in his usual bandana poncho, the vague silhouette of hands on his hips.

Your antennae pull backwards.

There's an awkward silence between the two of you. He's not good at handling you socially, as much as he tries.

He mutters something under his breath, starting to walk away.

The diglett turns, startled you'd say anything at all.

His eyes widen-


-and then soften, genuinely appreciative.

....at least you made someone happy today.





The hike up to the community center isn't a problem for you, hovering all the while. It'd been so long since your feet had touched the ground that you don't even think about it much. You've had to explain to people a couple times that you actually couldn't touch the ground without a significant amount of effort, and decided it'd be much easier on your psyche to train yourself into not caring. 

Or, at least try.

It's a standard center, though lacking the built-in drugstore more up-to-date cities feature. Even the healing stations were rather sparse, more a place to do your own first aid than get any help. Self-serve. Yippee. 

You're untouched, though. You're here for a different reason.

As much as you'd like to go it alone on your climb, you're not stupid. You  have a grand total of two moves, and while they help you get the jump on people, they're not very...good. Slipper having a fissure up her sleeve was far more intimidating, and a reminder that nonstandard mons would be likely packing serious firepower. Pallet was considered a nowhere town with little training resources, despite its proximity to the League- but these rural spots didn't get jack shit for funding. No heroes, no champions.

People would probably see you as one. A hometown defender.





As if you had anything to protect here.





You head to the matchmaking room. 

Only one room- pathetic, really. Sometimes people came from the nearby areas to sneer, poke fun at those who have this and nothing else. In a sense, you wish you had made any friends in your courses...or at least had Craggy graduate. He was annoying, sure, but at least he could tolerate you, and vice versa. Would it last under the pressure of league greatness? No, but it'd help on the way.

But no. You had to do your favorite activity in the whole world, now.




Talking. 


To strangers.




Eugh.


It's so easy for the others. They just pair up, gauging each other's skills, maybe showing their moveset registration. You feel more and more self conscious as people flash three, four cards each-






Your two miserable move cards feel like terrible weights in your jacket pocket.





You want to leave.







You want to leave badly.


....to the top. 

You need to-

Someone clicks claws in front of your face, shaking you out of it.

Your eyes widen.

The blue rhyhorn in front of you smirks, all teeth.

She's dressed simply, a tank top, cutout jeans, and...hoop...earrings, hanging through holes drilled into her crest. A messenger bag hangs on her shoulder crests- the telltale sign of someone looking to travel.

.....you try not to let your eyes wander, avoiding directly looking at her further.

Your antennae go back, finally looking back to her.

You blink, too shocked to know what to say.

The adventures of Stretch and Eerie have begun! The majority of this story will be based on the actual playthrough of Pokemon Blue- however, you, the audience, can influence each section! 



Plushes will also be made of each fully evolved character as we go, or at least to a point that feels correct for the story- just as a fun bonus thing that will let us improve our patterning skills and give funny bonus irl adventures for the cast.

Currently, just Stretch exists- but Frills will be made soon enough! Party members will be prioritized, but everyone loves a good side character.

In next episode: Eerie and Stretch set off for their new League adventure- will Stretch trust its new companion, or be skeptical of her motives...


Suggest how Stretch should feel about this new companion! All answers will be put on a random wheel and spun...this is a randomizer, after all.

Find out next time, on Space Case!

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CURRENTLY AVAILABLE:

OBJECTS

-TAFFY WRAP-

sometimes we will go on mini deep dives over things we find online/irl, usually toys, objects, and ephemera. this is where we will put said findings, though others are more than welcome to share their own. expect these dives to be rambly and off the cuff, because that's the most fun thing for us.


[alt: a print of pink fabric adorned with little white elephants, dancing around and playing musical instruments.]

today i started making a new mewgenics plush (i really need to post the ones i've made...) and decided, today is the day i finally use my pink elephant fabric. the pink elephant fabric has haunted us for some time because we got it in a deadstock shipment from Sew by Sew (we will get into this in a moment) and it is so beautiful, and so perfect, that we got caught in the Crafter's Struggle of trying to find the absolute _perfect_ project to use it on.

the problem, of course, is that you will struggle to find the perfect project and never fucking use the awesome fabric. i forced myself to go hunting through the many fabric bins i've accumulated in the past year and a half since starting the sewing adventure, and pulled out things that could work for the reference images i assembled last night.

one of these, of course, being the pink elephant fabric. i still fucking hesitated because god, is this the right project? it's so beautiful. it's one of the best things i've ever gotten in one of these deadstock shipments. what if this is the wrong decision?

aaaand then i realized i was considering it for one of my absolute Favorite mewgenics cats so far and went ah fuck it why not. 


[alt: the same fabric in an actual photograph, cut into pieces for a cat shaped plush pattern.]


the fabric for Gizzy Girl, as the game so generously named her (in Mewgenics you cannot change the name of a cat from their pool of largely user-suggested names iirc so whatever you get Congrats that's the name. i like this mechanic a lot! anyway, gizzy!) has been drawn out and cut.

the nice thing about the mewgenics plushes is theyre a fantastic way for us to learn freehand pattern drafting, and gizzy's plush looks to be an ideal, optimized one...probably. our two past plushes, ms mac and mimsie, were a bit..............................not what we expected. still adorable! but neither of them were proportioned quite as planned. things to learn from. but while drafting and cutting, we noticed that we were extremely lucky and the fabric had an actual URL printed on it! we haven't seen this with any of our other secondhand fabric so far, but recognize it as a good way for people to see what manufacturer/designer fabric is from. and thus- the deep dive began. 



[alt: logo for henry glass fabrics]

the URL provided was for a wholesale manufacturer called Henry Glass Fabrics, which is one we haven't heard of yet. looks to be a manufacturer with a decent pile of designers, which i'd like to dig into later and see what's up there. they say that they're specifically a wholesaler for independent fabric stores, which is very neat!

i didn't really think about the fact that there are probably wholesale manufacturers that prefer to work with indies, but it makes sense to me...i've never been to a proper indie store on account of my inability to leave the house frequently and the scarcity of said stores where i've lived over the course of my near-30 years of being alive, but now i feel even more spurred to go figure that out. 

it does look like the fabric is mainly quilting cotton, with some minky available. i have Opinions on minky that could be gotten into another day, because right now i'd rather focus on my findings. quilting cotton, conversely, is my favorite fabric to buy and work with outside of sock material, and i am delighted to find a manufacturer i can hunt for. you can't exactly buy these things directly from the site, seeing as they are wholesalers, but the great news is- the fabric i got ALSO had the proper line listed!

this pink elephant fabric is part of a **set!** 

some terminology- quilting fabric is often sold in specifically sized precut bundles when you're buying a set. one particularly common sizing for these called Fat Quarters, which is a 1/4 yard of fabric. i don't know where the fat part comes from. these sets are meant to work together in order to create a cohesively designed quilt, with patterns generally matching a theme and palette. i've had a great experience buying smaller fat quarter bundles, and the larger ones tempt me dangerously.

i knew that looking up whatever set this was for the elephant was going to be a problem. 



[alt: a set of fabric featuring beautiful spring patterns, all in a tantalizing ring shape.]


investigating the set had instant results, making my job as fabric detective very very easy. the design in question was from the Nana Mae 6 set, which appears to be a cute, vibrant collection featuring flowers and playful animals. i want it desperately. it is so good. it is a reproduction of 1930's fabric. it is also sold out and on the site i found the set, costs 96 USD when not on sale. individual yards cost anywhere from 8-12 USD. i will not be getting the Nana Mae 6 collection. 

however, that price raised the question- if you have 24 fat quarters in a bundle, and they cost 96 dollars, and i have what appears to be half a yard versus a quarter...

how much did i save, by getting this in a deadstock bundle for either 15 or 30 USD with a shitload of other fabric? (...i do not remember which bundle i got.)



[alt: the sew by sew logo]


the deadstock seller Sew by Sew is an amazing resource for fabric on the cheap. along with Swanson's Fabrics they are my retailer of choice by far, and both specialize in giving fabric that would have been thrown into a landfill a new home. while i don't see myself as someone saving the environment or anything, it feels good to not contribute to that- and frankly, old shit is just better. like, sorry to say it but the old fabric industry had a lot more good shit in the works. i just prefer to work with older stuff, and to get those goods, you have to go to the people willing to salvage it and sell it to crafters at a good price.

their mystery fabric bundles tempt me every time i get an email from them. genuinely diabolical- they get the leftovers from things like the fashion industry and sell it in a pack by the pound. i forget if we got the 1 lb or 3 lb bundle for our first order, but the pink elephant fabric was in whatever that was....and i mean, by god. look at it. it was the clear winner of the huge pile and we thus never fucking touched it out of aforementioned Fear. 



[alt: taffy wrap's TCP model sitting at a laptop, up to some calculations.]

so, let's do some math. i can't do numbers for shit so shoutout to google calculator. 

this is going to be an extremely rough range, mainly because due to being a wholesaler situation with different sizings of the fabric leading to different pricings, along with whether things are in a set....there's no real way to know how much whoever had this fabric originally paid for it. add in the fact that i either got this in a 15 USD or 30 USD bundle, we're just going to ignore that part of the equation and go "wow, what a good price for such a large bundle of fabric!" and leave it at that. 

there are 24 fabric designs in the Nana Mae 6 set. if you get the 96 USD set of all of them in fat quarter sizing, you're looking at 4 USD per quarter. a half yard would be 8 USD, by that price.

if you were to go by the individual yard, you're looking at 8 to 12 USD, by the guesstimates i made by a quick google search. ebay also says that a yard of it secondhand goes for 10 USD, so yeah, that's pretty good for a range. buying things NOT precut will get you a better price, like, literally every time. however, for those who want just a smaller amount...yeah, you want to go with the quarters. such is life.

halving that is anywhere from 4 to 6 USD, with the middle of that being 5 USD. a whole ass 200% from the fat quarter price! jesus. pretty expensive difference, especially when you consider a fat quarter being not all that much fabric in the long run. my plushes generally take up a yard of fabric or less, and even though these ones have taken eghhhh around a fat quarter or so each, they're pretty damn small. think around beanie baby range, for comparison.



[alt: taffy's TCP sitting nonchalantly, feeling pleased with himself.]


comparing anywhere from 5 to 10 USD to either a 15 or 30 USD bundle...wow, damn. that's a really good deal. even if i were to buy the individual yard on ebay, it still wouldn't compare to how good this deal is when you consider i distinctly remember the elephants being in a proper pile of fabric goodies.

the moral of the story? buy deadstock. if you want to take a lil gamble and see what interesting fabrics are out there, and are cool with not getting exact patterns or sizes for your projects...why not? you're helping keep things out of landfills and getting The Good Shit- including fabrics no longer produced. while this one does seem to be circulating just fine, i've gotten some really old stuff that will never see the light of day again in a mainstream shop.

and it still holds up great.


DISCLAIMER LITERALLY AFTER I FINISHED WRITING THIS i found out that Henry Glass Fabrics is a part of a larger brand amalgam named Jaftex. more to investigate...