Session 115

Morning is announced by the same muffled series of explosions just outside the pokemon center - just behind the wall of the room the party slept in, even. Getting over there will require going through the lobby, though.
Linnea: "…I really need to change that alarm tone…Wait a minute."
Chansey is still working in the kitchen, grilling up pancakes and brewing coffee.
Nurse Joy appears to have set up a mattress behind the front desk and is solidly asleep, snoring gently.
[OOC] Max Thorn: Max waiting in the lobby, or…?
[OOC] WC GM: If you want. The party spent the night in a room at the pokemon center, unless you want to have done otherwise.
Esme stretches. "Mmmmngh. Sounds like they're back from 'whenever'."
[OOC] WC GM: So most-to-all of the party is just waking up now.
Linnea: "I wonder if you brew coffee strong enough, it becomes its own entity. Like a caffeinated Ditto."
Max Thorn is seated in the lobby with a large mug of coffee, a little bleary-eyed - and it's no wonder, since he appears to have only just obtained the mug.
Diablo and Looker walk in the front door, Diablo sporting a beard. Both of them have burn marks and rips all over their clothes. Diablo laughs - restraining his volume upon hearing Nurse Joy's light snores. "I told you I'd get us back right when we left!"
Esme: "We do know a Ditto, though I don't think coffee was involved."
Looker: "I'm pretty sure it was night time. And, you need to shave if you're going to fool anyone."
Linnea: "Ugh. What nonsense did you-Oh, right."
Max Thorn takes a large sip, and seems to suddenly be a lot more awake. "Mornin', Lin."
Diablo strokes his chin. "That I do." Noticing the party, he waves. "Hello there! Ah, seeing you brings back such mem-I mean, it was nice to see you…yesterday? Pardon." He heads down the hall to a bathroom.
Linnea vents a cavernous yawn. "At least you didn't blow up the center. Second near miss is a little bothersome, though."
Looker siiighs, looking every bit a weary old man. "Hello. And trust me, I try to keep Di off of caffeine since last time."
Looker: "He was aiming for exactly where we left." He shrugs. "Close enough."
Linnea: "Where the hell did you clowns go, anyway?"
Looker gives Linnea a hundred-yard stare. "To set right what once went right." He blinks, focusing on Linnea properly. "I'm pretty sure it's a 'stable time loop' sort of situation, making sure everyone got where they are now."
Linnea: "………………………"
Linnea: "Y'know what, I'm just gonna take your word for it."
Linnea: "Not my area of mysticism."
Esme snags a pancake. "Probably for the best."
Looker: "So, assuming I arrived close enough to when I left, what is the situation?"
On the street in front of the pokemon center, a light grey car speeds by, too fast to get a good look but it appears as if a celebi is at the wheel. Moments later there is another series of quiet explosions.
Linnea squints.
Max Thorn just sips coffee, in the hopes that becoming more awake will make things make /more/ sense.
Linnea: "Bloody gremlin of a deity."
Chansey sprinkles a few berries on Esme's pancake, then plates up a few more for her.
Esme: "Merci!"
There is a SHRIEK, then a slap, from the bathroom. Moments later, a hastily-dressed Monica storms up the hall. "Doesn't he have a home to do that in?"
Linnea: "…Wh"
Monica notices the party, pauses, then steps back into the corridor - mostly out of view - and begins smoothing out her clothing. "Oh! Ah, ahem, hi there good morning!"
Linnea: "Sup."
Esme waves.
Max Thorn: "Mornin'."
Monica: "I wasn't expecting you to be awake yet."
Linnea: "We had an alarm go off."
Monica: "Ah. Somewhere to be?"
Linnea: "You didn't hear the explosion?"
Monica: "I was, ah, in the shower. Water running. Is everyone okay?"
Esme: "Probably!"
Linnea: "It was still outside. We're fine."
Monica: "That's good." Apparently judging her outfit to be in presentable shape, she re-enters the lobby and sits behind a front desk. She dangles her left arm toward the still-asleep Nurse Joy, who immediately gloms onto it like a child clutching a teddy bear. Monica smiles a bit at this.
Monica: "So, sorry I was a little, well, busy when you came by last night."
Monica: "I'm staffing this until she wakes up, though. Anything I can do for you?"
Chansey finally begins carting pancakes and coffee to the party, planting a well-used mug on the desk in front of Monica.
Esme: "You gave us the thing, so you already helped out."
Monica: "Mmm. And thank you for not taking anything else. …sorry, I suppose I get a bit worried about thieves."
Monica sips her coffee. "So…a master ball? What else do you need for it?"
Esme: "Mmm…" She pulls up the part list. "Well the ghost crap is done."
Monica: "May I see that?"
Esme: "Sure!"
Monica peers, nibbling a pancake. "Hmm…oh! Ha!" She catches herself about to spew pancake bits, and instead swallows to clear her mouth before continuing. "That other one'll be easy to get! You've been to Petro Swamp by now, right? This one's that fog they're spewing all over. You just need to collect enough of it and concentrate it."
Looker: "So! Off to Petro Swamp, is it?"
Linnea: "That seems to be the plan."
Linnea: "Hopefully with less death this time."
Monica: "Alright! I hope we can chat longer next time you come by. I'd see you off, but…" She lifts her left arm, Nurse Joy still clinging tightly and dangling from it like a fish on a hook. "Aheh. Joy can be a little *insistent*."
Linnea just silently smirks as she sips coffee.
[OOC] WC GM: Is there anything else you want to do here, or shall we fast forward to the swamp?
[OOC] Linnea: Let'sa go.
[OOC] Esme: Nyooom
Up, up, and away the helicopter goes, once all are on board.
Looker: "The rest of the fleet is still helping out with relief operations in eastern Amoda. We're on our own for now. Fortunately, it doesn't seem like you need help, just transportation."
Linnea: "Transportation really is what needs to get back in order once this nonsense is sorted out."
Esme: "Pretty par for the course-getting places usually takes us longer than clearing up the mess."
Looker: "Or…you didn't. Monica said this second ingredient is the fog around Petro Swamp. Would that be the fog you cleared up?"
Max Thorn: "It'll be quite a while before it's completely cleaned up, so odds are there's still some samples lingering."
Looker: "We'll see. Hmm, looks like most of the town is still under glass, though there's new construction to the south. Do you want to land there, near the town square, or near the old Fontaine estate?"
Esme: "Let's see what's new."
Looker: "Alright, then."
Minutes later, the helicopter touches down outside the giant, multi-tree treehouse.
Seconds later, a veritable forest of feraligatrs emerges from the forest, surrounding the helicopter on all sides!
Jeanne: "WHO GOES THERE?"
Linnea: "Esme and company…?"
Esme: "It's just us again. Ignore the international police."
Thorn is now known as Aerdan
Jeanne: "Oh. Feraligatr!" The ring of pokemon blurs and vanishes, shrinking down to just the one. Although the move is easy to identify, feraligatrs are not known for being able to learn Double Team.
Jeanne: "Not complaining seeing you again so soon, but I thought you were out saving Amoda?"
Esme leans down and pets Feraligatr. "We are! Doing kind of a last minute round-up while we get these parts for a Master Ball."
Esme: "Need some of the leftovers from-well, the /incident/."
Jeanne: "What sort of leftovers?"
Linnea: "The fog."
Jeanne: "Oh. That'll be a bit difficult."
Jeanne: "You see, we burned it all away, with gusto."

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