From: Maria Rocket (mobius101@aol.compactpika) Subject: [PW!] Pitstop? Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/20 "Mmm..." Somewhere nearby, people were speaking in bewildered, inaudible voices, mixed with the scent of frying bacon. Yet, there in the kitchen pantry of the SS Anne's onboard Brock's Diner, the scent was a mix of corn flakes and something not quite describable. Slowly, Maria's eyes opened curiously, her head of flared and tangled dark hair resting on the chest of her lover. She could hear his heartbeat, the sound of his breathing, and the small commotion outside their own little world. Still, beyond all that, beyond even the sound of Mimic's soft snoring beneath her, something felt different. "Mimic..." Leaning forward, Maria wrapped her arms up around his shoulders and kissed him softly. "I think we've stopped moving." One of Mimic's eyes popped open. "Oh? Oh... Mimic sorry. Guess Mimic just get tired..." "No," Maria giggled and traced a soft suggestive line down his chest with her finger. "I mean, I think the ship has stopped. There isn't that slight, 'we may have hit an iceberg because this is the SS Anne' movement around anymore. Maybe we should go take a look?" She was also eager to find the twins, despite Mimic's assertions that they were perfectly safe. It also occurred to her that her Psyduck had also gone missing... Mimic opened his other eye, and blinked them together. "Yes?" He sat up suddenly, taking Maria with him. "Mimic and Maria go see on deck, maybe not be seen." He paused and glanced up in surprise as Maria began brushing cornflakes out of his hair. "Suppose no need have breakfast. Breakfast have us!" TBC? ~Maria R "Psy yie yie..." --- http://purplestudio.webjump.com --- "R is for Rrrah...Rrrah...Rocket!" - Meowth --- Rocketshipper Forever! --- TEOTWAWKI