Session 8

A short time later, Max catches up with the crew at a crowd near the base of the slopes, the crowd gathering under a banner cheerfully advertising, "SNOWBOARDING POKEMON CONTEST" .
There is a booth up ahead taking registrations, and a snowmobile shuttle service to the top. Spectators are directed to the side, where an array of chairs is being brought out in front of a series of screens, each tied to cameras observing part of the route.
Max Thorn 's already been by a clothing store at this point and procured a coat of his own…not that anyone'd notice, since it's a winterweight version of the coat he's been wearing since Metro Beach.
Jack has rushed to the booth to register, spikes and black leather glistening in the sun.
Attendant: "You're all set. Are you registering with any friends?"
Sam Spade bows out.
Sam Spade: "I'd rather watch you be awesome!"
Anna Tommize nervously holds her arm and looks away.
Anna Tommize: "A-ah'm noot s-so sure a-about dis…"
Meeps stands stalwartly in front of her, staring down Jack.
Esme eyes the registration table with consideration, but is still musing over the day so far. It has been busy. Could be busier though. She shuffles on over.
Attendant: "It'll be fun! And if three or more friends register together, we try to group them up."
Esme: "I'm in!"
Jack doesn't notice, Sandy, on the other hand, glares back at Meeps.
Attendant: "Great! Touch your pokedex here, then sign to confirm."
Esme does as instructed. "Mhmm. You can watch from down here, Gervy."
Gervais gives what could best be described as the Nidoran-equivalent of a shrug.
Attendant: "Ah, you'll need to bring your pokemon with you. This is a pokemon contest."
Esme: "Or not!"
Gervais slumps.
Attendant: "It's up to you whether you carry your pokemon with you, or travel together on two boards, or what."
Max Thorn: "Hey guys, what's up?"
Sandy climbs up onto jack's shoulder, tiny feet gripping onto a spike.
The attendant - possibly a cousin of a Nurse Joy, though with blue hair - winks. "But the point of the contest is to show off coordinator and pokemon working together!"
Anna Tommize: "U-u-umm…"
Anna Tommize succumbs to peer pressure and steps forward.
Anna Tommize: "A'hm w-with them…."
Esme: "It'll be fun, c'mon - ah, Max!" She claps her hands together. "We're entering some sort of contest? Also, uhh, things happened."
Attendant: "Excellent! Just touch your pokedex here, then sign to confirm."
Jack Layfield: "There was like some sort of mega ditto. It was totally radical."
Sam Spade: "Hey, Max! What's up?"
Anna Tommize gulps nervously but touches her pokedex before signing, in pretty small handwriting, "Anna Tommize" .
Jack Layfield: "No no no Sam. It's whazzzzzzzzup."
Sandile peeps in agreement
Max Thorn: "I'll tell you once the contest's started, Sam. But I've discovered some things while I was out'n'about."
Anna Tommize looks away from the Attendant after signing.
Esme: "Not…quite a ditto."
Sam Spade: "You wanna join in? It's a snowboarding contest!"
Sam Spade: "I…um…was not very effective last time, so I think I'd best stay out."
Anna Tommize looks at Sam, pleading. "Please," the look says.
Max Thorn: "Nah, I'm not a sports-type. I just lucked out on the slopes."
Anna Tommize: "Please make me look not as bad."
Sam Spade: "I'm gonna stay here and cheer on Anna."
Anna Tommize freezes in terror.
It looks like there will be runs for the next couple of hours, leaving the group free to co-brief before or after the contest, at their choosing.
Sam Spade: "You've got this, Anna! Meeps won't let you let yourself down!"
Meeps poses triumphantly, but Anna just starts shaking with an arm outstretched to Sam.
Jack Layfield: "Don't worry Anna, just follow my lead. I'll make a path."
Anna Tommize gulps and looks over at Jack before nodding very slowly.
Anna Tommize: "O-Ok…"
Esme: "You'll do fine."
Max Thorn looks around. Noisy enough to carry on a conversation without risking being overheard, yes?
Yes.
Max Thorn: "So, no joke, apparently Wirehold elites commissioned a tank drone — an older model, apparently — from mechanics of discretion in Foundry Town. They're really, *really* pissed. Like 'insulted their mothers to their faces' pissed. So they've been gearing up here to stomp on said mechanics. Hard."
Anna Tommize drops her mouth.
Sam Spade: "Um."
Anna Tommize: "M-Mom act'lly d-did it…"
Sam Spade: "…That's."
Max Thorn: "It'll take about three days for them to get to Foundry Town, though…apparently they're going on foot, something about potential vehicular issues."
Sam Spade: "….Um."
Sam Spade: "Wow."
Anna Tommize: "She's had it in the garage f-fer years sayin' she'd f-fix it but…"
Jack Layfield: "Wait wait wait. Which mechanics dude, this is important."
Anna Tommize: "Ah n-neva thought s-she'd do it…"
Max Thorn: "That's all the info I've got, Jack."
Esme frowns. "That might explain why the Jaegers we saw earlier had anti-tank weaponry. Launchers."
Anna Tommize gulps.
Max Thorn: "Tim's nervous about it, but he managed to not come across as not being completely on board with it all."
Jack Layfield: "That's totally extreme. We have got to get there first."
Anna Tommize: "Da Jaggies are pissed?"
Anna Tommize: "N-not Ma?"
Anna Tommize: "A-Ah mean, e-er, n-not Madeline Tommize?"
Max Thorn: "Sorry, by 'they' I mean 'Jaegers'."
Sam Spade: "Um."
Anna Tommize exhales a breath of relief.
Anna Tommize: "O-K."
Sam Spade: "It seems like if Miss Tommize already has a tank, the Jaegers don't know yet."
Sam Spade: "The Jaggies are gonna hit some mechanics who have recently built - or are about to build - a tank drone."
Anna Tommize: "W-well, I-it wuz always, uh…it was junk."
Anna Tommize: "S-she prolly got it fixed…"
Sam Spade: "That could be."
Sam Spade: "Either way, Max said the Jaegers were going to attack the mechanics, not the elites…"
Esme: "Maybe we could sabotage their efforts before they head out? At least to buy some time?"
Anna Tommize: "S-she always l-liked dat stuff…tanks, j-jeeps, tractors, planes…"
Anna Tommize: "…Self pwo…ah mean, propelled guns…"
Sam Spade: "Dunno how well that would work. They're going on foot to make that hard."
Sam Spade: "Maybe…"
Max Thorn: "Build? Fix."
Jack Layfield: "Which means I need to get there first. But I have to win this contest, the gym battle, then rush catching a seasel, or I look hella suspicious yo."
Sam Spade: "…Are there any passes between here and there?"
Esme: "Yeah, I doubt the 'drop an avalanche on them' will work again, especially without snow."
Max Thorn: "But yeah, if we can get to Foundry Town before they do, we can probably influence the situation to our advantage."
Sam Spade: "That definitely sounds like the best possible outcome."
For passes, there is Route 2. A quick check of the map suggests that is the most likely path the Jaegers intend to use - which would indeed take about 3 days on foot.
Max Thorn: "I wonder if we could secure pokémon transportation, like a team of pidgeot or something."
Esme: "Monsieur Ivan could probably help us, after we take on the gym, perhaps?"
Other than Route 2, or somehow going over or through the mountains, the only other way seems to be out to sea…but Ice Cove's harbor is often frozen, unless you have an icebreaker ship or can dock at the edge of the ice.
Max Thorn: "Probably the best bet, then. Anyway, I think the contest is about to start…?"
Anna Tommize gulps and proceeds to try and balance on her rental snowboard. She faceplants and starts pushing herself back up.
Anna Tommize: "Noo…"
Attendant: "Will the next group please assemble by the snowmobile?"
Esme: "Ah!" She cradles up Gervais. "Well, Sam, tell Max about the whole MissingNo incident while we go finish this."
Jack Layfield: "Missingno? The heck is a Missingnew?"
Sandy pokes jack in the head.
Jack Layfield: "Oh, right, being awesome time."
Esme: "You described it as a mega ditto."
Esme straps up on her board.
Jack Layfield: "Oooooh right."
Anna Tommize: "Missing…Missinger!?"
Esme: "Close!"
Anna Tommize gulps and thinks back to her competing conspiracy theories.
Anna Tommize: "T-the secret f-fworce controllin' da upper levels of all leagues!?"
Max Thorn: "…A…a *what*?!"
Anna Tommize: "I-izz a conspiracy, then!"
Max Thorn: "I don't suppose you were able to catch this MissingNo?"
Jack Layfield: "I thought that was the Illumisenati?"
Anna Tommize: "H-honestly dey all run together fer me…"
Anna Tommize: "I-I jus study wavs…"
Esme yells back as she waddles over to the shuttle. "Nah, it was too busy making ice cream I think!"
Jack carries his board over to the shuttle, then straps it on there.
Anna Tommize yelps and scrambles for the shuttle.
Sam Spade: "No. No, we weren't able to catch it. It teleported us, in fact."
Max Thorn: "That's unfortunate. Were you able to record any data?"
Sam Spade: "Um."
Sam Spade: "Data?"
Sam Spade: "I mean, Esme was running her Pokedex the whole time. It was having trouble."
Max Thorn: "I'll have to talk with her after, then."
Sam Spade: "Yes, I'm afraid so."
Sam Spade: "Um. What kind of data would be getting got?"
Max Thorn: "Observational, of course. Not much else would be possible outside of a lab."
Sam Spade: "So, well, it told us we were the Chosen Ones, that it had been waiting for us for a while, and that we were supposed to end the 'MewTwo Wars.'"
Sam Spade: "Take that as seriously as you choose; I intend to ignore it and make my own decisions."
Max Thorn: "…Iiiinteresting."
Esme, Anna, and Jack soon arrive at the marked start of the contest run - a simple pair of poles with a rope with triangle flags strung between.
ContestOfficial: "Alright. There are three runs from here to the bottom. Each of you will take one run in the order we tell you. Your performance on the slopes will be televised and rated."
ContestOfficial: "Shred as awesomely as you can, and you'll do fine!"
ContestOfficial: "Whoever the judges pick among you, will get a Snowboard Ribbon."
ContestOfficial: "First up, present yourselves at the starting gate."
The contest official pulls his snowmobile back, and switches to announcer comms. Lights come up around the trio. "Aaand for the next round, ladies and gen-tle-men!"
Jack poses dramatically as possible.
Anna Tommize awkwardly steps forward, while Meeps strides in confidently and arcs electricity.
Esme flexes, Gervaise at the front of her board.
ContestOfficial: "First up, Anna Tommize from Wirehold! (Huh, that can't be…ahem.) And her Meeps!"
Anna Tommize: "U-uh…Hi!"
Meeps blasts a thundershock forward.
Anna Tommize awkwardly waves at the camera.
Sam Spade: "Yaaaay Anna!"
Anna Tommize turns and smiles at her moral support. She knows she'll need it.
[OOC] WC GM: As you introduce yourselves, roll your trainer's bonus dice. Declare which type you're rolling.
[OOC] Jack Layfield: First we roll the skill to get dice, right?
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Ah! So, I need to roll them now?
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, Anna's & Meeps' roll is now.
[OOC] WC GM: Anna rolls one of five skills, your choice, as posted to OOC chat.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: OK, so I should roll the skill for tough, then, uh…
[OOC] WC GM: Meeps has 1 Beauty and 1 Tough die each
[OOC] Anna Tommize: 3 rounds…I think I'll open with a cute move, to try and build voltage early.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: So, let's roll charm
Anna Tommize rolled up 4d6: 16 (16) (Charm)
[OOC] WC GM: Likewise, Gervaise and Sandy each have 1 Cool and 1 Cute die.
[OOC] Esme: That won't make cool dice :p
Anna Tommize rolled up 4#1d6: 1 6 5 5 (17) (Charm)
Jack Layfield rolled up 4#1d6: 6 1 3 6 (16) (command)
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Ooh. : O
[OOC] Esme: Charm will make Cute dice, which you can add to Cute moves
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Yeah
[OOC] Anna Tommize: I have a cute move I want to use early on. So that's 3 bonus cute dice right?
[OOC] WC GM: Right. And 3 Cool dice for Jack.
[OOC] Esme: Plus Meeps' 1, so a total of +4d6 to use over the whole contest
[OOC] WC GM: Not quite.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Meeps has no innate cute dice
[OOC] WC GM: 3 Cute dice + 1 Beauty die + 1 Tough die
[OOC] Esme: Ahhh
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Yeah
[OOC] Esme: Slow sheep
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Yep. : )
Esme rolled up 2#1d6: 5 6 (11) (Command)
The crowd's applause is audible from way up here.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Meeps has no beauty moves and their tough move is steady performance
Sam Spade: "Whoooo! Awesome!"
[OOC] Anna Tommize: But I want to spam voltage
ContestOfficial: "Next up, Jack Layfield of Foundry Town! (…seriously? Gotta be a stage name.) And his Sandy!"
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Because I have a dumb plan
Jack Layfield: "Wooooooohoooooooo!" Jack is as excitable as ever, Sandy still perched on the spikes on his shoulder.
ContestOfficial: "And finally, Esme Duval and Gervais of Petro Swamp!"
Sam Spade: "I can't wait to see what she can do."
Esme waves excitedly to the crowd.
Anna Tommize straps herself down onto her snowboard like a rank amateur. Meeps swaggers onto it and begins doing…is that calisthenics?
ContestOfficial: "And leading us off, Jack!"
With a smirk, Jack bursts down the slopes, zooming from side to side, darting just past trees, almost sideswiping them. Perched on his shoulder, Sandy uses leer, smugly looking at the crowd and trying to look as cool as possible.
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Leer is type cool, context effect excitement
[OOC] WC GM: Alright, 4d6 plus any bonus dice you're using.
Sam Spade: "Oooh!"
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Spending two bonus dice
Jack Layfield rolled up 6#1d6: 5 4 6 6 5 4 (30) (cooooooool)
[OOC] WC GM: Nice!
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Q_Q
The crowd ooohs at the display. Even the contest official pauses. "…alright. Let's see if Esme and Gervais can measure up!"
[OOC] Anna Tommize: 8 appeal points
[OOC] WC GM: CoA
[OOC] WC GM: So, 14 appeal points…but this will be Jack's only CoA for this contest
Esme smiles and waves before swerving down the path. She hops from side to side, causing a spray of snow with each landing! Gervaise ducks down and forward, bracing itself, preparing for something big… [Focus Energy, Get Ready!]
[OOC] Jack Layfield: And I gain 2 voltage, right?
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Yes
[OOC] Esme: I lose two voltage I don't have and roll 2d6
[OOC] WC GM: Right
Esme rolled up 2#1d6: 3 4 (7) (SOON)
[OOC] WC GM: 2 appeal points
Anna Tommize carefully centers herself on the snowboard as Meeps pushes them off. Once underway, Anna starts wobbling, as Meeps growls at her to get in form. [Growl, Excitement, spending all cute dice]]
There is lesser applause, but still applause. "And finally for the first round, Anna and Meeps!"
Anna Tommize rolled up 6#1d6: 1 4 3 2 3 4 (17) (OH GOD HELP ME)
More applause. "Alright. The judges will tally their scores as the contestants gather at gate 2."
[OOC] WC GM: Five appeal, 2 voltage
ContestOfficial: "Slope two! Esme, start us off if you please!"
Esme grins, and crouches down gaining speed, and she barrels towards a… a rock?! As the last moment, she leaps up, flying off it like a ramp through the air! She does a single flip, Gervais tumbling off the board… only to land on front, horn first! [Peck, Steady Performance]
[OOC] Esme: so, normally 5d6, doubled from Get Ready, +1 Cool, spending 3 Cool Dice, for 14d6
Esme rolled up 14#1d6: 3 5 5 6 2 3 1 1 4 4 6 6 2 2 (50)
[OOC] WC GM: Actually I think the +1 for a Cool move gets doubled too.
[OOC] WC GM: So 1 more die
Esme rolled up 1d6: 4 (4)
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Jeebus
[OOC] WC GM: Get Ready the turn before a CoA. That is the time to use it.
[OOC] Esme: Also +1 voltage I guess
ContestOfficial: "Innncredible! Anna, you're up!"
[OOC] Sam Spade: So Jack was TOO FAST for this Contest?
[OOC] WC GM: Kinda.
[OOC] Jack Layfield: I had a get ready too, but sadly I was first
[OOC] WC GM: +19 appeal and +1 voltage for Esme
Esme is a little wobbly on the landing. But that worked! Somehow.
Anna Tommize keeps wobbling until Meeps, in irritation, starts arcing electricity to the side of the snowboard to stabilize. With the more stable platform, Anna finds her balance while leaving a huge spray of water behind her. [Thunder Wave, Excitement]
[OOC] WC GM: 6d6 + bonus dice
Anna Tommize rolled up 6#1d6: 2 2 3 1 3 3 (14) (Pliss roll decent…)
[OOC] Anna Tommize: …5 more, huh?
[OOC] WC GM: Yep.
ContestOfficial: "A steady performance. Jack!"
This time, Jack takes a more conservative approach, with large, arcing turns that create a spray of power as the runs his hand along the ground. Instead of trying to look cool, Sandy thrashes about on Jack's shoulder, nipping at the air.
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Using rage, Cool, Get ready
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Not spending extra dice
[OOC] WC GM: 4d6, then
Jack Layfield rolled up 4#1d6: 3 2 4 6 (15) (cool something)
[OOC] WC GM: +5 appeal, -2 voltage
[OOC] Jack Layfield: And double dice next round
ContestOfficial: "Excellent! And now the contestants are at the final gate, so let us proceed without delay. Anna!"
Anna Tommize gulps and, realizing all eyes are on her, squats down on her snowboard like she's used to seeing the 'boarders from the movies do. Meeps, finally satisfied that Anna has lowered her center of gravity, increases the amperage of its electricity flow and blasts the board ahead while generating a steam cloud. [Thundershock, Steady Performance]
[OOC] Anna Tommize: 10 dice?
[OOC] Anna Tommize: 4 Voltage + 1 Cool + 5 base?
[OOC] WC GM: 10 dice
Anna Tommize rolled up 10#1d6: 5 5 5 1 2 2 3 2 1 5 (31) (STRAIGHT SIXES OR BUST)
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Noooo Two fumbles Q_Q
[OOC] WC GM: +7 appeal, and max voltage for what it matters
Sam Spade: "You can do it, Anna!"
ContestOfficial: "Next up is Jack!"
Anna Tommize twists unnaturally from the burst of speed. Yikes.
Sam Spade: "Oh my goodness, that looked like it hurt…"
Max Thorn: "I'm sure she'll be fine."
Jack Layfield: "WOOOOHOOO LETS GET CRAZY!!!!" Jack launches himself down the slopes, rocketing forward, this time taking the straightest and fastest route possible. Sandy poses with a claw up on his shoulder, leering at the audience again.
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Cool, excitement
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Spending my last two bonus dice
[OOC] WC GM: 10 total dice, then
[OOC] WC GM: Including the doubling from Get Ready
Jack Layfield rolled up 10#1d6: 1 6 3 6 5 1 4 6 5 3 (40) (GO FAST COOL)
[OOC] WC GM: +10 appeal
ContestOfficial: "Quite a display! Esme, take us on home!"
Esme swiftly slaloms as she makes her way to the finish line, Gervaise clawing his way up to her shoulder along the way. She goes into a spin, before she skids to a halt with spray of snow, arms outstretched. Gervaise flashes a knowing smirk to the onlookers! [Leer, Excitement]
Esme rolled up 5#1d6: 1 5 6 1 4 (17)
ContestOfficial: "And it's over! Will the judges please announce the winner?"
Sam Spade: "Whoo!"
There is a ceremonial drum roll over the speakers.
Anna Tommize gulps and tenses up.
Attendant: "Jack Layfield and Sandy! Please come to the booth for your Snowboard Ribbon!"
Jack Layfield: "HELLS TO THE YEAH! WE DID IT SANDY!"
[OOC] Sam Spade: How close are Max and I to the finish line?
Max Thorn claps, then heads on down to the booth to congratulate Jack and offer condolences to Esme & Anna.
Esme: "Whew, that was quite exciting!" She claps. "Congratulations Jack!"
[OOC] WC GM: As close as you wish to be.
Jack takes off his board and jogs over the to booth, jumping excitedly. Everyone within reach gets hugged.
Anna Tommize hangs her head. Meeps bumps her in Sympathy.
Sam Spade: "Anna! That was amazing! I wish I could do that!"
Max Thorn: "Cheer up, maybe you'll win the next contest."
[OOC] WC GM: By chance, is anyone checking their pokedex?
Jack Layfield: "If it had been a normal contest, I dunno if I would have won. Snowboards were a big help though."
Esme scratches Gervaise behind the ears. "You did good too, Gervy! Nice sticking the landing."
[OOC] Esme: I might, if prompted for MissingNoInfo.mp4
Gervaise beams.
Sam Spade: "Oh, hey, Esme."
Max Thorn: "Hey, Esme. Sam said you were recording info on the MissingNo thing?"
The attendant hands over a ribbon in the shape of a snowboard. "Congratulations, Jack. Win enough and you can get into the Grand Contest…" The attendant looks a bit sad. "…if…no. I'm sure. WHEN they have it again…eventually."
Esme: "Ah! Yes. Though the Dex kept misidentifying it. Though, kind of to be expected, honestly…" She pops it open, looking for the relevant notes.
As Esme scans, she notices the Exp Share appears to have activated again. Apparently it has a range of at least half a town.
[OOC] WC GM: +5 XP to each of the party's pokemon.
Sam Spade: "What is a MissingNo, anyway? I mean, it has to be a pokemon to register on the pokedex at all, right? But, beyond that…"
Esme perks, suddenly.
All attempts to get solid files on MissingNo turn up glitched, garbled data. The only consistent thing is a pokedex number of 0.
Max Thorn looks skeptical. "Are you *sure* you're not pulling my leg?"
Esme: "Weeeeeell, it depends on your school of thought! From a technical standpoint, it is viewed as a resulting glitch of the initial pokemon storage system, while from a more occult-based standpoint it can be viewed as an outsider to traditional legendaries, occupying the same sort of spaces as other fundamental forces, while also-"
Esme begins ranting about nerd shit.
Sam Spade follows for about thirty seconds.
Jack Layfield: "I dunno, my dex seems pretty sure it's another name for Rhyhorn."
Sam Spade then gets lost.
Esme: "-but basically it's an anomaly and it's true nature remains to be seen. Likes ice cream, apparently though."
Anna Tommize: "I wonder if it remembers bacon ice cream…"
Max Thorn: "Well, if you say so."
A pair of vanillites - no, one vanillite carrying an ice cream cone - comes floating through the crowd up to Anna.
Max Thorn: "Anyway, rest for a bit and on to the gym, or…?"
The vanillite offers the cone to Anna. It seems to be chocolate…?
Esme: "Gramma's gonna be so jealous!"
Jack Layfield: "That vanillite just gets more unsettling."
Anna Tommize ulps, and declines.
Anna Tommize: "T-thank ye b-but…Ah'm n-not feelin great…"
Anna Tommize wobbles a bit.
Vanillite: "Van! Van!" It presses the ice cream toward Anna.
Anna Tommize ulps and, under duress, takes the ice cream.
Anna Tommize: "T-thanks…"
Esme regains her composure, as Gervaise headbutts her in the leg. "Ah ah… As for the gym, I'm good if you all are. Though lunch wouldn't be bad."
Vanillite: "Van!" It smiles and floats away. Soon thereafter, the ice cream fuzzes and glitches, turning red. Anna gets a faint whiff of bacon.
Sam Spade: "Wait."
Sam Spade: "Was that-"
Sam Spade blanches
Max Thorn: "…"
Jack Layfield: "I think I'm ready to take on AAAAAAAAAH!"
Anna Tommize: "…."
Anna Tommize: "W-wait! Dammit!"
Max Thorn: "Okay, then."
Anna Tommize drops the ice cream in a panic.
<Sandy> "SANDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILE"
[OOC] WC GM: Does Meeps rescue it? If not, anyone else grabbing it?
Anna Tommize: "…I-I dropped it…"
Esme blinks. Then broadens into a smile as she scrambles for it. "Fascinating!"
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Let's say Meeps catches it, hehe.
[OOC] Esme: Let the sheep have it!
[OOC] WC GM: Meeps catches it, then.
Meeps dives forth and catches the glitchcream.
By all appearances it is now normal, stable bacon-flavored ice cream.
Max Thorn pulls out his 'dex and locates a restaurant nearby. "How about this place? I hear they do a real nice, hearty stew."
Sam Spade: "I could use some warm food…"
The contest continues on behind the group, though the bustle is starting to die down, the crowd no longer growing.
Jack Layfield: "Sounds like a plan then."
Meeps holds the ice cream up, offering it to those who would take it.
Anna Tommize looks away, not wanting to trust the source.
Sam Spade: "Um."
Sam Spade: "I guess I know which MissingNo theory Anna believes in."
Jack Layfield: "Wild yo."
Esme: "Not an unfair assumption… Though it seems pretty benevolent towards us. Right now, anyway."
The restaurant proves to be a cozy place, specializing in stews. Steam constantly wafts from the kitchen. Although most of the tables are taken, there is one large enough for the party. Though the maitre'd blocks the party's entrance, pointing at the cone. "No outside food, por favor. Eat it before you come in."
Sam Spade: "Meeps, you're slowing down…"
Meeps tosses the ice cream at Sam.
Sam Spade dodges.
Sam Spade: "Acceptable?"
Anna Tommize gulps after looking at the restaurant.
The maitre'd sighs. "Accepta-" He blinks, as the snow on the sidewalk opens up and NOMS the ice cream - looks like there was another pokemon there, waiting antlion-style.
Anna Tommize: "Ah'm n-not sure ah'm hungry…"
Sam Spade: "…Um."
Anna Tommize gulps and steps back.
Anna Tommize: "C-can we go?"
Esme ducks down and checks out the snow.
Maitre'd: "Ahem. Right this way, when you are ready." The fancy suited person gestures to the table.
Sam Spade: "Will it help? I get the feeling we'll be followed wherever, Anna."
Anna Tommize pulls something out of her pocket.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Wav detector?
Jack points his pokedex at the hole in the snow
Anna and Jack pick up fading signs of a pokemon. Esme finds signs of a tunnel leading away.
Sam Spade: "Although for all I know that wasn't our mysterious friend, but Sands."
Sam Spade: "Right! Food! I'm starving and freezing."
Maitre'd: "Eet was probably one of the Jaeger sandslashes, if I 'ad to bet."
Sam Spade: "And Anna, can't you smell the stuff coming out of the kitchen? It smells delicious!"
Esme: "Oh yeah, totally." Standing, she heads inside.
Maitre'd: "They're gathering in numbers. Ah do hope they go on their way soon!"
Anna Tommize smells, and takes a step towards the restaurant, but steels herself.
Anna Tommize: "A-ah dun want 'em inside me…"
Anna Tommize: "Eet makes i-it easier t-t'get inside yer head…"
The maitre'd blinks. "And ah am sure the Jaegers would rather not be in your stomach. Err…I can assure you, we do not make zee stews out of the, ahem, 'long pork'."
Max Thorn takes his seat and looks over the menu.
Anna Tommize gulps.
Anna Tommize: "W-well, OK…"
Anna Tommize: "S-sorry, ah saw…"
Anna Tommize catches the look in the Maitre's eye and stops herself.
Jack Layfield: Jack sprawls over in his steat.
The menu is primarily soups and stews. A few of them are dairy-based - it looks like the ice cream factory may supply this place with milk, too.
Anna Tommize: "N-nevermind…"
Max Thorn hmms.
Anna Tommize carefully picks out food with no dairy whatsoever.
Max Thorn: "I think I'll go for the yellow curry-style stew with beef."
Maitre'd: "Very good. And you?" He looks at Sam, Jack, and Esme.
Esme: "Garbure!"
Sam Spade: "The borcht, please."
Jack Layfield: "Uuuuuuh, errrrrrrrr. What he's having." Jack points at Max
Anna Tommize: "I-I'll take t-the pasta…w-with pomodoro…"
The maitre'd winks at Esme. "A lady of refinement. Very good, your food shall be delivered shortly."
Maitre'd: "Hmm…I do not mean to pry, but are you, perhaps…pokemon trainers?"
Meeps meeps.
Jack Layfield: "Sh'yeah."
Maitre'd: "Very good!" He brings out a black box. "Tap your pokedex here for authentication, and we can charge your meals to ze league."
Jack Layfield: "Hella cool." Jack does so.
Anna Tommize nervously taps her dex.
Maitre'd: "Hmm. Good, goo-" He blinks as a display on the top of the box lights up. "You're-"
Max Thorn taps.
Esme: "Food too? I really should've looked into this league thing sooner…" She produces and taps her dex.
The maitre'd STARES at Jack and Anna, then Esme in turn.
Anna Tommize looks to the side, not meeting her gaze.
Anna Tommize: "P-pliss…"
Sam Spade: "A fan, obviously."
Anna Tommize: "A-ah'm n-noot like…"
Sam Spade taps with her own dex.
Anna Tommize seems nervous.
Anna Tommize: "Ah-ah jus wanna eat…"
Maitre'd: "…hmm. Eet ees noth-"
The maitre'd takes another look at Sam.
Jack Layfield: "Oh come on, broskie, chillax."
Max Thorn: "Probably a good thing my parents are not so famous."
After a moment of consideration, the maitre'd whispers, "Team Stormcloud. It is looking for you. Be careful." And walks off.
Esme: "…Huh."
Sam Spade: "That was."
Sam Spade: "…Mildly terrifying."
Max Thorn: "What was /that/ about?"
Sam Spade: "…Maybe a little more."
Jack Layfield: "Pshh, those guys? Lame-o to the extreme."
Sam Spade: "Team Stormcloud."
Sam Spade: "…Is that us? Or the MissingNo? Or the Resistance?"
Jack Layfield: "I think those are the losers who were at the airport Sam."
Jack Layfield: "It was all over their blueprints."
Sam Spade: "…Them…"
Sam Spade: "…But then why 'IT' is looking for you?"
Anna Tommize: "Stormcloud…?"
Esme: "Ah, I do not think I ever heard the full story of that." She perks, immediately shaking her hands. "Though by no means do you have to share, if you do not wish."
Jack Layfield: "It's just a totally normal pronoun."
Sam Spade: "But shouldn't a group, like a Team, be referred to as They?"
Sam Spade: "Unless Team Stormcloud is a hive-mind?"
Anna Tommize: "G-grammatically…A team is a singular thing…"
Sam Spade: "Sure, but it doesn't ACT as a singular thing. It acts as a collection of people."
Anna Tommize: "The nation, it is looking for you…the law, it is looking for you…."
Anna Tommize: "S-sure, but it's just a grammar…"
Esme: "That is usually how people say it."
Anna Tommize shrinks under Sam's disagreement.
Anna Tommize: "Pleople v-vary…"
Sam Spade: "I could just be creeped out between the Sandslash and the ice cream and the weird thing."
Sam Spade catches Anna's expression, smiles at her and pats her on the shoulder.
Anna Tommize: "Muuu…."
Sam Spade: "I'll be better once I have some warm food in me."
Anna Tommize: "O-OK…"
As if on cue, the food arrives.
Sam Spade: "Yay food!"
Esme: "Merci!"
Five steaming bowls, filled nearly to the brim, are laid in front of the party.
Sam Spade: "Oooh!"
Max Thorn settles in, sharing some of it (sans beef) with Antheia.
Even the waiter seems to be formed of the steam itself - but no, it is just a ghost pokemon.
A haunter, specifically.
Anna Tommize just puts her face in her hand.
Esme blinks. Not losing eye contact, she takes a sip of the soup. Wow, that's actually pretty good. Blinks again.
Anna Tommize: "Pliss…i-is tha food safe…?"
Anna Tommize just looks straight at the haunter.
Jack Layfield: "Ooooh. This looks great!" Jack starts to dig in, and then Sandy pops up onto the table to eat some of jack's food.
Jack Layfield: "Hey, geddoff."
The haunter nods. "Haun!" And gives a thumbs-up before returning to the steam, presumably to serve other customers.
Esme: "So uhh."
Anna Tommize gulps, takes a fork, and digs into her pasta.
It tastes like pasta.
Sam Spade: "Mmm. Tasty!"
Anna Tommize exhales.
Esme looks up to examine the name of this place.
No matter how much Anna frets, the pasta stubbornly refuses to glitch, or transform, or do any MissingNo-like things. The only waves she feels from it are pasta waves…and steam.
Anna Tommize slowly becomes more comfortable with her food, such she is comfortable eating it.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Sorry WC she's paranoid.
Although the establishment's name is not visible from here, Esme remembers seeing "Stewgasbord" emblazoned above the entrance.
[OOC] WC GM: Justifiably so at this point.
[OOC] Esme: Like-yeah. Totally warranted.
[OOC] WC GM: But aside from the rumor of Team Stormcloud, nothing further wierd happens during the party's visit to this restaurant.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Alright! I actually need to make myself food, so ah…
[OOC] WC GM: …counting ghost-type pokemon waiters as entirely normal, granted.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Session end soon?
[OOC] Max Thorn: Gym next week?
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Gym seems fine, yeah
[OOC] WC GM: Sure. Any last lines before logend?
[OOC] Jack Layfield: I'm good
[OOC] Sam Spade: I got nuffin

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