From: Cat-Gonk (email@example.com)
Subject: Re: [PW!] Call of the Tour Guide
Date: 2000-09-07 02:36:59 PST
Meeh! Meeh meeh Wed, 06 Sep 2000 21:08:18 -0700, caheeh meeh meeh
LordLocke meeh caheeh!
>Anywho, you ASKED for this, Gonk. Hope ya knew exactly what you were
>getting yourself into. BTW, if you want, ya can ignore TBFPOC. Their
>part is just an oversized cameo reminding people that, yes, with Gads'
>return, THEY would come back as well. The most ill-organized,
>politically-incorrect, totally-senseless, self-gratifying bunch of
>seafaring bunglers on the ship that ON ONE wants a ride on without a
>death wish, or at least a lot of free time... the seabound heck-hole,
>The Barely Floating Peice of Crap.)
>*Hellion Town Docks*
> Where the forest ended, the seaside section of Hellion Town began.
>Gads, Mara, and Andrew entered, suprised at the sudden contrast of
>forest-to-developed city. They stepped to the side to let another tour
>tram head out into the woods.
> "Oh WOW! Look at this place?" Mara just looked from left to right
>then left again, taking in the sites.
> "A bona-fied tourist trap. Look at all the people..." Andrew was
>amazed that they had wandered that close to such a populated resort and
There had always been something strange about Hellion Town. It was as
if half the people in the world knew where it was, and the other half
> "A seaside resort, a tour service... even sea cruises. Geez... I
>never heard of this Hellion Town, and I wonder why I never had."
> Mara simply giggled, getting Andrew's attention. "What's so funny."
> "One of those cruse ships. Their prices are cheap... but their name
>isn't so comferting..."
> Andrew looked at the ship's name, then laughed himself. "The Barely
>Floating Peice of Crap? What kinda cruse ship is that?"
Felix stood on the boardwalk, checking himself over.
"I could have sworn that I..." His joints ached, as if he hadn't moved
for months. Likewise, his throat was dry and his eyes hurt when he
opened them. Oddish sat on his shoulder, shielding its eyes from the
sun with its foliage.
"Where'd that girl go? Hey, wait a minute. When did that get there?"
He'd have noticed if a half-submerged lump of barnacle-encrusted
driftwood bearing the name "The Barely Floating Piece Of Crap" had
somehow managed to float into Hellion Town and attempted to pass
itself off as a cruise ship, wouldn't he?
Whatever had happened, he was on the docks now, and a kid with white
hair and a tail was swaggering past him with his friends. Something
about the trainer reminded him of Raven, an old friend of his. Maybe
it was the walk, or the Mankey, or something else. There were
Pokeballs on his belt marking him as a trainer.
> Gads shrugged. "One to avoid." Gads then took another look
>around. "I guess we should find the Pokecenter. This place isn't very
>big, but it's jam-packed. We better find out more about where we are."
"Hey. You there. The guy with the tail."
Gads turned around, still somewhat unsure of his surroundings. "Yes?"
"I don't think I've seen you here before, and I noticed the Pokeballs
on your waist," said Felix. It was a standard trainer introduction,
"so how about a battle? I haven't fought anyone outside of this town
for quite a while now."
Oddish lifted its head, and began to size up Monk-chan. Gads had only
been in this place for a few minutes and someone was already
challenging him to a battle. His return to the world of Pokemon
training appeared to be off to a good start.