Asimov Party

The contest is announced, Colton and his team looking at the stage from their table and craning to listen. The excitement got to all of them, and they all rushed for backstage to prepare.

One may have noticed that the only thing left behind was Lucario's fake hair at the table, reserving his seat.

Asimov Stage

When their turn starts, the first thing that one could hear was something that almost sounded like an exploding powder keg. A Lucario◊ appeared from stage left, his black hair replaced with a polka dot bandanna and while his scars were still there they were partially covered by a pair of sunglasses. He was now wearing a white tee as well, although it looked a fair bit tight.

A pair of light blue jean shorts were worn on his fur shorts, held up via denim belt.

He front flipped onto center stage, sliding towards it with a whoop until his slide was stopped by a rose that appeared to come from above the rafters.

Roy descended, still with red hair but wearing a black tux with a white shirt and white gloves, as well as a mask that didn't really obscure much of his face, least of all his piercing eyes digging into Sean.

A Delphox in a white shirt and red skirt descended after him, looking at Sean equally disapprovingly.

Before any tension could leave Human!Sylveon came in, her high heels loudly clacking on the floor and her pink tail lazily dancing behind her as she finished off a cookie. She wiped off the crumbs with her thumb and then brushed it off on her [hammer pants] before looking at Roy.

Rei◊ appeared from the shadows, the Weavile wearing her own costume: a wig with all sorts of different-colored stripes going through its primary deep black coloration. Her crest of feathers added to the mishmash of colors, as well as the almost fake look, like it was made more of hairspray than actual hair.

Her claws were tucked into a black hoodie that bore stripes on its right side that shared a similar coloration to the stripes in her hair.

She appeared to side with Roy and Sunny, if her appearance on their side as well as the glares she shot towards Lucario and Sylveon were anything to go off of.

From the rafters again, there was a flash this time. A mixture of gray and purple, specifically, as Amaterasu and Colton descended, unaided, in costume.

Amaterasu's blue robe caught the draft perfectly, as she held her star-tipped wand lightly as she looked at Lucario and Sylveon.

When Colton pulled a three-point landing his purple tail slammed against the ground, at he looked at Rei, Roy and Sunny with a glare of stern disapproval. He drummed his clawed fingers against his forearms in silent contemplation as all three of them looked embarrassed in their own ways.

Amaterasu did much of the same after landing much more gracefully.

In staged dejection, Rei, Sunny, and Lucario returned themselves, as they were the only non-humans on stage.

Everyone else stood side-by-side, bowed and walked offstage.

Offstage

Roy and Amaterasu both took in some deep breaths. "That was nerve-wracking!" Roy explained simply.

Minerva appeared from nowhere, nuzzling the obviously more panicked Fire Emblem character. Roy grabbed the Zorua and went back to the table.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Oct 27th 2018 at 2:33:48 AM

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

"So, 'Hellfire's gotten it, has he?" Krete read as she sat at her frosty, glassy desk, reading the latest issue of Angelan Battle Illustrated!. "So I'm going to be next on his list, undoubtedly. Lucarios with metal arms, pff, what sort of behind-the-times PR firm is behind you, challenger? ...Why am I even calling him-"

Before she could finish monologuing, a short and physically wide young man in a suit and shorts burst in through the office's door, holding a small stack of papers. He tried brushing his mop of dark hair out of his eyes as he stopped to catch his breath. "Ugh... Executive Vice... President... finances, they... they just checked the JOLTIQ, and... were you talking to yourself... again?"

Krete slapped her magazine down on the desk. "...I might have been. What exactly is the problem, Cunningham?"

Senior Assistant Cunningham managed to get himself to a standing position - painstakingly - and straightened his tie. "Sorry, Executive Vice President... anyway, finances, they've checked the JOLTIQ and our stocks, they've just... just... pshoooooooooooo, like that! NYEEEOOOOW-PRSSSHHHH!" he went, imitating a plane crash. "It's a, like a- ROOT-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO, YAAAAH, YAAAAH! Massacre out there, a firing squad! What the hell do we do?!"

Krete - apparently not caring about Cunningham's sound effects - stood to her feet and began to walk over to him. It was only now that Cunningham's hot blood began to cool down and he started to shiver from the office's heavy air conditioning. Krete of course suffered no such shivers.

"I think I know what this is. It's the renewal on PEFE's contract to acquire the Pokefutures assets. People think we're going to release some passive-aggressive press statement."

"Wh-... you mean, you aren't?"

"Well, I was tempted to, but perhaps not. Perhaps I should have a word with the CEO. ...Assuming he's not at school right now. Check when he's available."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Oh, and before you go..." she said, stopping him in his tracks, "I'm expecting a challenger here at the Gym soon. A man by the name of Harold. Has a Lucario with a fake metal arm, probably put on at the behest of some comic book publisher. Find out all you can about him, and when he gets here, which I know he will... find Price and stall him."

"B-but Price is working on the catering arrangements for the presentation on Asimov! If I stall him, we won't have enough-"

"I meant stall Harold with Price!"

"Ohhhhhh!" Cunningham went, raising a finger in realization. "I got it! All o' that is acknowledge, ma'am! Over and out!" he announced with a salute, before running out the door.

"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."

Asimov Halloween

"..Hm. I see. Thanks for your help."

She wanders off into the crowd.

off the shits

Asimov Island, Stage

-Near to Kai, someone else in the audience is also fuming, albeit for a different reason.-

Alice: That is my brand of lipstick, I swear.

-She rather distractedly claps for Colton's performance, in contrast to Lissa's more wholehearted applause for her friend.-

Edited by Herbert40k on Oct 27th 2018 at 10:57:35 AM

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Asimov Island

Ever: Well. First of all, I'd say—

-they look up at the word "all", and raise an eyebrow at the costumes-

-they sit in silence for a bit, watching the costumes parade by-

—anyway, you should probably talk to him about that. Nothing can be done if you fail to communicate. But if you don't feel comfortable sharing them with him just yet, you can always talk to someone else?

---

-PEFE!Every ambulates across the stage. This is a remarkable feat because she doesn't appear to be possessed of legs, and is honestly only recognizable as herself because she marked her name down-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Costume Contest

Alex: Hmm, tough competition...

-Next is Team Jean-

-Jean herself conjures a holographic version of the iconic "gunbarrel sequence, fake blood leaking down the stage-

-Jackie and Neon get into a long, elaborately coreographed fight with special effects on-stage.-

-The lights go out as Gabe does a three-point landing on the stage and goes back on as he does actobatic tricks-

-Julius gets on stage surrounded by bat mons and blasts a certain speech from a microphone on his costume:-

Julius: It was not by my hand I was once again given flesh. I was brought here by humans who wished to be me tribute! What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. But enough talk… Have at you!

-Jared gets to his knees and screams as Combee swarm him-

-they each bow and exit as they finish-

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Maggie: "Oh, alright, then."

She looks up at Mason's costume and says with sincerity.

"Nice fursuit."

Pef walks across the stage, se blinks.

And then Julius and Jared happens. Se blinks again. Twice for each.

Edited by CorvusAtrox on Oct 27th 2018 at 4:55:42 AM

"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every

-The ceiling opens.-

-Or, more accurately, it's forced open. A series of huge blades slip through the gap in ceiling, prying it apart. When there's enough of a space to fit through, a pair of massive metal wings descend, slowly hovering on VTOL rotors to the ground. The spotlight shines on the person at the center, wearing a leather bomber jacket with fur lining the collar, green flightsuit pants with functional metal talons at the feet, and a helmet with glowing green eyes.-

-Vulture!Skye lands, and flares her wings.-

---

-In the audience, Diane bounces on her heels excitedly.-

Diane: Aaaaaa that's her!!! That's my fiancée!

Kai: ...Fuck. She definitely outdid me.

Costume Party

-Due to being a Porygon android, Alex's eyes literally display heart emojis at the sight of Skye-

Alex: ...Okay I mabye kinda sorta wouldn't mind if that one won.

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-Huh. Sounds like some sort of quadroped is trotting around backstage.-

-No, wait. It's onstage now and it's a... coffee table? Or, at least it appears to be. Ivan's riding on top of it, too, dressed in his Lucas costume? He hops off and the table trots off. Tara, with a pointy-eared headband that makes her look suspiciously like a Jigglypuff, emerges from a pokéball on the other side of the stage.-

Announcer: "3... 2... 1... GO!"

-Ivan and Tara hold a mock battle, Super Smash Bros-Style. Nobody, uh, actually explodes.-

Announcer: "Game!"

-They bow and walk offstage.-

Asimov Island

Channah: -disinterestedly watches the contest while eating all the butter mints; her Pokemon are much more excited-

Liberty: -dressed as Cher circa the 1970s for some reason- <Splendid! Magnificent!>

Lo: <Puerile.>

Dolabella: -dressed as Death of Rats from Discworld- <Hey, those were some damn good costumes. Don't diss all that hard work.>

Hale: <Whyareyouspeakinglikethat.>

Dolabella: <Squeak.>

Channah: -after Jared's display- Heh.

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.

Celadon

-Looking at what appears to be a stadium under construction-

So that's where the Olympics will be in two years. Not that we'll be getting any tickets.

Muddy: <Unless the next villain decides to attack them or something.>

Well Muddy you've probably jinxed it.

Helios: <What if we went to go see Jeff?>

-Stops-

It has been a while since we've seen him.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Asimov Island, Bar

-Lucius downs his drink again, looking back up at Ever and barely even registering anything happening on stage.-

Lucius: ...Right. That makes sense. It's just... I do feel comfortable talking to him about most anything, but this whole emotional honesty thing is kinda new to me, okay? I'm just not sure how to talk about certain stuff yet. Do you get me?

Asimov Island, Stage

-Alice's annoyance seems to give way to enjoyment after Team Jean's performances and Skye's entrance.-

Alice: Oh my. The synchronisation of technology and choreography in those last few displays was quite something, wouldn't you say?

-Lissa doesn't answer, since she's too busy dry-heaving into her sleeve after watching PEFE!Every slither across that stage.-

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Asimov Party

Luciana: "... Well then."

She thinks for a moment.

"... You know, to avoid any surprises down the line -"

She conjures a small ball of fire in her hand.

"- I can do this."

---

On-Stage

Artoria and Mordred both run on stage, followed by a suprisingly realistic simulacrum of Fomortiis appearing thereon.

Ephraim!Mordred: "Strike, sister, with me. For Magvel!"

Eirika!Artoria: "For Lyon!"

Fomortiis: <   ROAAAAAAR   >

After a short, albeit very well-choreographed, fight, the body of the Demon King dissipates in chunks, and Artoria, Mordred, and an Aggron turn to the audience and bow.

In the audience, a red-haired woman dressed as Triss Merigold claps.

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Costume Contest

Alex: Super Smash Bros and Fire Emblem, interesting... and topical.

Edited by Umbramatic on Oct 27th 2018 at 6:15:38 AM

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-Scarlette blinks, and blinks again.-

Scarlette: ...I really shouldn't be surprised, but wow.

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-After detaching from the wingsuit and leaving it "parked" on the roof (because it's kind of dangerous to walk around a crowded place with), Skye finally joins the audience.-

-And is immediately lifted off her feet by Diane hugging her.-

Diane: Aaaaaa that was amazing!

Skye: That thing makes so much noise I can barely hear anymore aaaaa

-Diane sets her down, and she takes off the helmet, fixing her helmet hair slightly.-

Kai: ...Oh my gosh you cut your hair.-

-Indeed, she did. What once was waist-length hair usually put into a ponytail, is now a short, somewhat boyish, and incredibly fluffy bob cut.-

Skye: Oh, yeah. I did that a while ago, actually.

-She tilts her head.-

Skye: You dyed yours.

Kai: Authenticity was important.

Skye: True. I almost forgot what you looked like, with brown hair.

-Kai shrugs-

Kai: Should I keep it? Should I go red again? I dunno.

Skye: I mean, you'll need to keep it dark for a while anyway, redyeing so quickly just kills it.

Kai: I suppose. We'll see, I guess.

Asimov Island

Ever: I do. It's often taken me too long to state what's bothering me, and frequently I only manage it after it's gotten me into a sticky situation. See: Nathaniel.

-they frown-

I think that, in large part, you just need to find somebody you can trust. Scarlette, maybe. Or myself, if you're so inclined.

---

-PEFE!Every is lying on what might be her back, near a table-

Brie: ...You okay? I can't really tell if you're breathing or not.

PEFE!Every:    This form has very little stamina, as it turns out.   

Brie: What does it have?

PEFE!Every:    Fewer lungs than I'd like.   

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

-"Several Litwick are hit by Jack and sent flying."-

Ramona, filming: Wow, this is going to make for a great vid. <3

Victor, pissed: <HELP YOU DULT!>

-"Suddenly, Ramona notecis that the giant Chandelure isn't burning as brightly as before."-

-"A small gasp exscapes the teenage girls mouth as she realizes what was going on."-

Ramona, to Hyde and Aya: Hyde use dark pulls, Aya baby, hit em with a hydro pump!

Aya, scared: <I don't wanna die!>

Other Hyde: <Wow, she sucks.>

New Hyde: <I just had a thought. If we can eat a litwick, could we eat that giant as well?>

Other, other Hyde: <One way to find out.>

Hyde: <Pump it full of holes!>

-"Hyde pulls both of its heads back, in hales sharply, and firers two black rays of pure dark energy."-

Hyde used Dark pulls

-"Aya cries a little as she swallows air, then blast a large cannon of water out of her mouth and towards the giant ghost type."-

Aya used Hydro pump.

-"The beam attacks slam into the Chandelure, causing serious damage and droping it to bellow half health."-

Ramona, to Kazuma: Kaz, it's like a boss in SAO. It's weak after summoning so many mooks. Ignore the litwick and go for the big, adorable, Chandelure.

Norma, currently strangling a litwick: <Did adorable really need to be in the statement?>

[[Header: Asimov island]]

-"Homer stands on the side walk outside, smoking a cigar, while his Cubone and Misdreavus look at the candy they have."-

Mor, dressed as Harry potter: <I have three chocolate bars, twelve cookie chips, eight butter cups, and a caramel apple.>

Mokuba, dressed as Iskander: <I have a golden bar of chocolate, a hundred bags of gummy snacks, twenty sodas, eighty-three hundred dollar bills, and forty pounds of chocolate fudge.>

Zags, dressed as Zags: <I got a rock.>

Edited by OlympianSoul on Oct 27th 2018 at 3:48:15 AM

Let's all have fun

Asimov Island, Bar

-Lucius nods, and takes a deep breath.-

Lucius: ...Okay. So, the thing is... Levi met me after the whole Iron thing went down. Sure, he knows all about it now, but that's not the same as seeing me at my worst and still making the decision to put up with me. You, meanwhile... you've made that decision, time and time again, and every time I end up fucking something up anyway. I just don't know how to tell him that I'll eventually let him down.

-He takes a long gulp of his drink before continuing.-

Lucius: ...And I don't know how I'd tell you I really like you either.

Edited by Herbert40k on Oct 27th 2018 at 11:59:36 AM

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Asimov Stage

-Everything falls silent as a figure hidden basically entirely in an oversized Mimikyu cloth wanders on stage... Carrying an accordion?-

Pent (male) from a lapel mic somewhere in the building: It's been a long time coming, but I'm finally ready to show the result of my work.

-The figure throws off it's Mimikyu cloth and it's... Pentigan. A male Pentigan, in some kind of historical Unovan cost-... That's the costuming of Hamilton from the musical of the same name isn't it? A jaunty polka starts to spin up in the background as the Pent raises the accordion...-

~~Thunk!~~

-A pretty decently large white sword has embedded itself in the ground in front of the Hamil!Pent, silencing the music in the process. If people were paying attention it kinda just appeared there and there's the telltale lightbeams of a hologram emitter coming from the accordion. Wait, the Hamil!Pent isn't wearing a lapel mic-

Pent (female) from a lapel mic somewhere in the building: Get off the stage, I will not warn you twice.

-The clearly fake Pent drops the accordion (causing the sword to flicker for a moment) and dissolves into pink goo that scurries off the stage. It's another moment before from the support struts of the stage the actual Pentigan (female) in (I'm pretty sure it's obvious at this point) a slightly off-contrast 2B costume hovers down to the stage, one hand clinging to Jammer who's been given a slightly makeshift tintjob for his role as 'Oversized Pod Unit'. The costume has a vague scent of printer toner but it's only really notable to those right at the front of the stage-

2B!Pent: I apologize for the interruption.

-She bows and draws the sword from the ground. As she does so it seems to lose some of it's contrast and shine to match the strange conditions of the costume itself. Once it's fully free of the ground the accordion shuts off-

2B!Pent: Please enjoy the rest of the party.

-With sword in hand, Pent strides off-stage, followed by Jammer-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Asimov Stage

Music plays.

A young man with a quiff dressed in an overcoat 1930s suit with plus-fours enters the stage.

Tommy: Great sevipers. Snowy.

A pidgey covered in white flour, perched on his shoulders, flies off, and returns with a sandwich.

Tommy: Not the sandwich, the keys.

He stares at the sandwich, covers his entire suit in the overcoat. He then offers the sandwich to the crowd.

Tommy: Please accept this sandwich, then, as a gesture of solidarity. And while we're at it. Why is six afraid of seven? I assume because seven is a prime number, and prime numbers can be intimidating.

In the meantime, his plus-fours seemed to have turned into regular pants.

Tommy, donning a fedora, and then pointing at some random person dressed in a vampire outfit: Hey? Who do you think you are, Count Dracula? Well, I read the book, and Dracula gets his in the end, just like you're gonna get yours. Here! Let me treat you a nice "stake" dinner!

The pidgey moves toward the young man's shoulders. He, meanwhile, reaches out for a pair of thick glasses.

Tommy: What do you mean YOU BURNT THE COOKIES! Well, now that the meme's out of the way, let me mention that people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.

Beat.

Tommy, out of character: No really, I met someone who who actually said this once. Anyway. Bang!

Coughs. Almost immediately, Tommy turns around and is in a dissheveled version of his shirt, now resembling the get-up of a certain idiot detective.

Tommy: Hey Criminals! It's me, Johnny Law! I'm talking to my credit card company. I tried to get an online subscription to the Geographer Weekly and they declined me. Apparently, based on my previous purchases, they assumed it was fraud. That's crazy. I'm fancy. One time I had coffee-flavored ice cream. Well folks, that's all the time we have for today.

He carries his coat, waistcoat, and trenchcoat.

Tommy, wearing glasses again, somehow: Allons-y.

Tommy takes a bow, somehow manages to put everything back on within a split second, and jumps off the stage, the white pidgey behind him.

Gimbal, on the phone: Nobody is going to get that.

Tommy: You never let me do anything cool.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Oct 27th 2018 at 7:01:36 PM

Spoopy Celebration

Shaun: -over the loudspeakers- "If you sit by the river long enough, the bodies of your enemies will float by."

-He leaps onto the stage in a burst of smoke, pulling off some suprising acrobatics.-

Jessica: "And now, with the help of his lovely assistant~"

-She stands at the opposite end of the stage and balances an apple on her head.-

It's the only fruit with a berry counterpart Shaun trusts.

-Shaun pulls out an arrow, spins it a few times in his hand.-

Shaun: "Swift as the wind."

-He takes aim and fires, pinning the arrow to the wall. The couple bows.-

Shaun: "Hanzo, at your service."

-With another burst of smoke, he disappears. Jessica grins as she walks off stage, passing Gabrielle.-

Jessica: "Good luck, Sister."

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Oct 27th 2018 at 6:06:15 AM

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Celadon

-Watches as the sky changes briefly to reveal the rift before shifting back to an evening sky-

This coming Wednesday marks one year since the rift stuff happened.

Pici: -Hanging from an awning- <It's like it's almost become the new normal by this point.>

Botuli: <As the larger and stronger ones, why don't we just *eat* Izaya?>

What?

Botuli: <What?>

Muddy: <I think the parka might give even you indigestion Botuli.>

Botuli: <I might just melt it first...>

Legion: <Yuck, too slimy. It would give me food poisoning.>

Edited by rmctagg09 on Oct 27th 2018 at 7:07:44 AM

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

-Mason applauds at Tommy's performance.-

Mason: Glad someone else did a two-costume bit.

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-A certain not-death-goddess strides into the bar, taking a seat...-

-Just in time to hear Lucius.-

Kai: Oh, shit.

-They quickly order a drink and listen in quietly.-

Costume Party

Alex: Things are getting intense...

Julius: -glares at Tommy when adressed- I prefer ham.

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