ITT: We Have All Become Pokémon

"Well I can't run so you guys will have to get him." I say to the others with my fists clenched wanting to punch something.

(...Jesus.)

PJ: "You are scary, man..."

Andy decides to break the silence. Just saying, I pre-bought three tickets. That probably could have at least cut this Who's On First routine in half.

Sarah

*"Sarah" absolutely recognizes the Caterpie now. Wasting no time, she hops in front of the Caterpie with a threatening glare* I know your kind anywhere. How about you maybe... *she bares her claws like so◊* ...offer my new friends a refund, eh? *once again, the Ini Miney facade does not show*

[EDDY?! It is them!]

[...instead of pursuing them, I use my current position to scoot onto the table and reach underneath the table for a wheel of tickets. Finding it, I pull it out and start tearing as many as we paid for.] "That's one, two, three, fr, fv, sx, svn, ight, and...one, two...one, two..."

[...I'm laying on a table tearing tickets for a ripoff of Shakespeare I'm only somewhat curious about because that Caterpie from a week ago tried to rip us off again. If only I still had that mallet, I could've showed them. But again, that was Shelley's domain, and I'm just here to get what I paid for...]

[...huh. For a moment, I could've sworn I heard Jani... ...I go back to counting tickets for now...]

edited 20th Nov '17 9:17:17 AM by BlackMageAnolis

"Should we even go in? Is this play even real?" I ask the others as I see Eliot grab the tickets and Sarah abput to shank the caterpie.

The Caterpie gulps.E-E-e-...I JUST WANTED TO WRITE MY PLAY! He bursts into a frenzied cry, dropping the jar of Poké on the ground.

From the direction of the stage, a loud and earthshattering cry rings out. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

edited 20th Nov '17 9:00:22 AM by TacoBadger

Sarah

*"Sarah" picks up the jar and starts to say* We'll figure out what's fair after the play...assuming there is... *only to yowl loudly when she hears the cry. She thinks to herself* (No way...tell me it's not who I think it is...)

(Aaand there's screaming and Eliot's digging through the Caterpie's stuff and... I don't even know what's going on anymore.)

*I look over at Andy, my bewilderment readily apparent.*

PJ: "...So can I have one of those tickets now? And maybe Light too?"

[I sigh at James' question, letting my arms droop over the end of the booth.] "Y'know, I don't even know...we'd seen these guys tryin'a fuck with us at the carnival, so this whole thing could've been a farce—"

[I almost fall off the table when I hear a scream rock this backside of the plaza, the tickets I'd torn now floating through the air like confetti. I look over towards the stage...was that from another one of those three? That Wailord even?]

[As per PJ's request, I pluck two tickets from the air and throw them him and Light's way, then I pull myself off the table and start running over towards the stage.]

Marlon, Marsha

(Not even we know what the scream was, as we're looking around for the others.)

(Oh crud he's crying...)

I walk up to the caterpie and feel my heart get pricked by a cactus. Even if he was cheaping us out I can barely handle when someone starts tearing up. "Heyhey, don't cry man." I was ready to hug the guy until I heard that scream .

"Uuuh, is someone having a battle inside?" I ask the others.

edited 20th Nov '17 9:09:42 AM by Peashooter

"?!" Finley quickly holds onto her ticket... for good luck, I guess, and quickly darts to the stage to investigate the noise.

"IS SOMEONE HURT?!"

PJ: "I was asking Andy but okay."

*I just look at Eliot as he runs off. I'm not sure whether to follow him or not, but... whatever, I'm doing it anyways.*

PJ: "El! El, wait up!"

Outside of the stage, a Wailord dressed in a red cape, goatee, eyebrows, and devil's horns, is pushed out of stage, in front. Smoke bellows from the stage.

From behind the Wailord, a person is head. Ed, that's not threatening enough!

edited 20th Nov '17 10:07:18 AM by TacoBadger

Sarah

*"Sarah" backs into one of the front row seats...and hits her head* Ow... *briefly forgetting her small size, she hops into said seat (money jar in hand) and warns the Caterpie regaining the facade* So like...it's a totally cheap show, so I won't be a critic or anything, but... *giving the Caterpie a death glare, she adds* ...we ARE getting a show...

*she looks to James and says* He's totally not worth your pity, trust me...

Lilly

*Lilly shrugs this weirdness off and situates herself by PJ, Light, and Finley*

edited 20th Nov '17 9:25:40 AM by sarysa

"...oh, my god, this guy juss keeps gettin' shoved around by these two..." [I look to see that PJ's followed me. I can't say I was expecting him to get involved, but hey, he's here, ain't he?]

"...I guess...try 'n...uhh..." [I do a "converging" motion with my hands.] "You go in from the front, I'll swoop around back?" [I look back to the Wailord...oh, lord, if that guy rolled and PJ were there...] "...or maybe you go around back, I go through the front?"

Marsha <> Marlon

What da heck is goin' on, Marly? This ain't nothin' like I've ever seen before.

I don't know...where are the others?

(Wait, that Wailord. He was there when the-)

(Shit. What the hell are they doing this time? I nervously look around for the others.)

Marsha > Others

Where da heck are yas at?

(She tries to call for anyone we know that is nearby.)

Theater Area

Dieter blinks at the antics with the tickets and the Wailord’s costume.

”I’m... gonna leave this up to y’all.

PJ: "I uh, I'm not sure what we're doing, but okay. Backdoor of the theatre or something?"

*I look back at Eliot with uncertainty as I head forth.*

Seeing Sarah with the money, a Hitmonchan armed with a long pole steps out. You hand that well-earned money back!

edited 20th Nov '17 10:07:00 AM by TacoBadger

Sarah

*"Sarah" passes the jar to whoever's behind her...which is probably Marlon. (If Marlon doesn't catch it, it'll simply fall onto the seat behind her) She then shouts out to the Hitmonchan* Sure, but you have to EARN it first, y'know?!

Lilly

*Lilly (by those sitting in the back) questions out loud to those sitting in or near the back* Is this really worth fightin' over? It wasn't even enough to buy a small pizza...

(On one hand I could be peaceful, on the other...Sweet, glorious violence in a pokemon world instead of watching a play~.)

"Kick his butt Sarah!" I cheer with a fist pump.

Marlon

(I catch it with both hands but then ask:)

Now what?

[Aaaand the guy just...steps out. Didn't think they'd reveal their hands so quickly, but I guess that's better for us.] "Actually, we're gonna stay right here." [I approach the Hitmondude, remembering that I wasn't a Smeargle when I'd confronted him.]

"'Scuce me!" [I shoot a gaze at Sarah before looking back at the pole-wielding dudebro; I got this.] "Yer the head a'this establishment, correct?" [I decide to approach this in a non-confrontational manner, though I've got my hand primed to grab his pole just in case.]