From: Susan (dragon0313@aol.commies) Subject: Re: [PW!] [SS-ANNE] Oh Dear Goddish No... Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/24 Porta Vista. One of the most beautiful places on the planet, and Mandy was stuck hiding in her cabin on the S.S. Anne with a restless Oddish, a hyper Eevee, a perpetually depressed Gastly, a Butterfree and a Beedrill that were just dying to test their new wings, and an infuriatingly calm Ponyta. Not to mention Ron, pacing alongside Amaranth the Oddish and Ivy the Eevee. Much as she loved pokemon, it was enough to drive a sane person to kill. Murder. That was what might happen to her if she left the cabin. Kelly and Gene, one of the few Team Rocket pairs who weren't named after a famous criminal, had warned them that *that woman* was after them again. She probably was on the ship, too. What a way to spend a vacation. She sighed loudly and roughly closed the book she was reading. "It makes no sense, cornering ourselves like this. Suppose *she* found the cabin?" Ron said irritably. "We're only docked at Porta Vista for a little while. We should make the most of it." "You just want to see that contest the captain mentioned!" Mandy snapped. "Well....yeah." Ron grinned as Mandy shot him a glare that would have made an Arbok blink. "Besides, I thought you wanted to enter." "I wasn't planning on it." "Aww, come on. It'll be fun." "For you maybe." "You'd get to show off one of your Pokemon." Ah ha! Her glare broke as she looked over her pokemon. "Well..." She rolled off the bunk and picked up Amaranth. "I don't have anything to wear. And I'd have to make a pokemon costume." "There's a bathing suit shop on the island. I can help you with the costume." Mandy regarded him with bemusement. "I can't believe you," she said, trying to frown. She arranged the leaves on Amaranth's head. "Would Hurricane be allowed to be my dressed-up-pokemon?" "Probably. But I really don't think he'd let you put him in a costume." The thought of the large Gyarados in a dress made Ron snort in laughter. Mandy tried to give him the medusa stare again, but ended up laughing in spite of herself. "Okay, you've convinced me. I don't know how you did it. So," she said, turning to Ember the Ponyta and Shadow the Gastly, "Which on of you wants to do it?" Ember and Shadow exchanged a look, then shook their heads no. Those two were getting along so well it was almost creepy. The Gastly, a Magmar before it died, seemed to take comfort in hanging around a fire type. Mandy maneuvered the Amaranth in her arms so she faced her. "Looks like it's down to you, Ammie. Just as well, I've got an idea." She darted into the bathroom with the Oddish, grabbing her backpack as she went. Fifteen minutes passed. Mandy was wearing the short white dress she'd gotten when she'd volunteered to be in that magic show in Celadon. Her blue bikini showed through underneath. Amaranth herself had a wreath of small, white flowers arranged around her leaves. Ron whistled apreciatively. Mandy threw a pillow, missing as she was distracted by the shrill sound of a megaphone to one side of the ship. The side that was facing the water, not the side that was facing Porta Vista. >"Ahoy, >passengers and crew of the SS Anne. I am Captain Alexander Samuel Steven >Hole >of the...*ahem*...Barely Floating – hey! Miss D'Amore! Where do you think >you're going?" The two humans (and every pokemon in the room that was capable of it) grinned. Everyone simultaneously decided to see what was going on, running through a corridor and up a staircase, pausing only when they realized the door hadn't been opened. They peered out onto the water at a rotting hulk. More surprising than that, people were actually standing on it as if it were seaworthy. "This should be more interesting than the contest," said Mandy wryly. Ron looked as if he was going to disagree, but thought better of it. They both turned their attentions back to the ship (if you could call it a ship). > >"Uh... to keep them – that is, uh, those passengers – off the ship. Security >measures and all." > >"Why would we ever try to keep them OFF? I have enough trouble keeping them >ON!" > >"Not buying it then, huh?" > >"No." > >"How about, I'm gonna try to sucker – er, persuade some passengers into >crewmanship here?" > >"Yeah, that works." > >Demieo Locke, who happened to be on the deck nearby, chuckled. "Yeah, >Venus'll >be ‘persuading' somebody... Doubt it'll be about recruitment though." > >"Why you little..." > >Suddenly, Newton Haights bounded up from the cabin. "Hey guys! I just had >the >greatest idea!" > >"Oh no..." Demieo and Venus groaned in unison. > >"Ever since I heard what they're doing at that Induh... uh, Inder... Indy-go >place, I decided it would be a *great* idea to put our Pokémart and Pokémon >Center together." > >Both Demieo and Venus looked at Newton, quizzically. Demieo spoke first. >"But >we don't *have* a Pokémon Center." > >"Yeah," added Venus. "The closest thing to a center that we have is..." > >*** > >Down in the combined Pokémart/Doctor's office... > >"AAAAAAHHHH!" screamed a hapless crew member. Behind him was a psychotic >Chansey carrying a running chainsaw. "I only wanted an Antidote, I swear!" > >*** > >Back on deck... > >"That's it, I'm gone." Demieo glanced at Venus. "Care to join me?" > >"Eh..." > >Newton added, "...and since you two didn't seem to be busy, I thought you two >might want to help me run the place..." > >*splash* "Hey Locke, what the hell are you waiting for?" > >*** > >Back on deck... > >During this whole commotion, Captain A. S. S. Hole was still on deck, >rattling off every insult he could think of towards the SS Anne. Of course, >the fact that he was a tipsy pirate captain aboard an infamous floating >hell-hole didn't help much. But he didn't care. > >One guy shouted from a second class porthole, "Hey, Captain Asshole!" > >*That*, he cared about. "My name is Captain *Hole.* Captain *Alexander* >*Samuel* *Steven* *HOLE.*" > >"Whatever. Nobody cares about your stupid little Big Fecking P.O.S." > >That did it. Whatever temper Captain Hole had before just got shot to heck. >"IT'S BARELY FLOATING PIECE OF CRAP, G*******T! AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT FOR >A >SECOND!" The gathering crowd facefaulted. > >"Yeah, whatever." > >"Hey, this ship may be a Piece of Crap, but it's *my* Piece of Crap. I'm >allowed my ... one second of pride about it." > >"Yuh-huh..." > >"And anyway, nobody can mock it but ME." > >"Whatever..." > >"And besides, at least *mine* doesn't SINK EVERY YEAR!" > >To which the passenger replied sarcastically, "Oh, well touché." > >*** > >Aboard the SS Anne... > >A well-dressed man stood on the deck, overlooking the scene. "Sometimes I >forget just why I gave that poor fool that ship...then this happens." > >*** > >Back on the BFPOC... > >Matey approached Captain Hole. "Captain, sir, if I may have a moment?" > >"Sure, just a sec." After belting out his rendition of his very own song, >entitled "The S.S. Anne is a Stupid Bitch in D Minor..." > >(OOC: Cartman: "Hey!") > >...er, his very own *rendition* of "The S.S. Anne is a Stupid Bitch in D >Minor", he turned to Matey. "You were saying...?" > >"I just wanted to say, on behalf of the crew, that I am extremely glad to see >that we have on our side a captain with such outstanding maturity to use his >Megaphone in times of *ahem* utmost peril." > >"Why thank you, Matey. I'm glad you feel that way." The crowd on deck could only hear what the captain was saying, but most stood in rapt attention at the comic scene. "You want to see what's going on?" Mandy asked, not caring whether he did or not. She called her pokemon back to their pokeballs and ran out of sight. A moment later Ron saw her and her Gyarados, Hurricane, approaching the floating piece of garbage. He sighed. Nothing was ever simple. Susan, Professional Hamster Tamer "And you call this natural?" "This number only exists in your imagination. Please hang up and don't call back."