From: Adrian Tymes (wingcat@pacbell.net) Subject: [PW!] Stuffing The Roster Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/05/02 "Magne jolt-jolt pi, KA!" Seth, Aerie, and company had long since lost track of where they were. The babies were sound asleep, thankfully, despite the loud music all around. On another Earth, it would have been regarded as a mixture of Carribean and African; here, it was just standard party music. "Dig, sand, arcanine vee!" Of course, the instruments were rather unique. A few actual drums to keep the beat and set the background rhythym, but most of the tune was carried by the swarm of rapidly transforming dittos all around. That this swarm was also carrying the deck plate that the time travellers had been trapped on for several minutes seemed to make no difference, save that it promised to make stepping off an unpleasant prospect. "Cater beedrill kaku terfree..." The path ahead passed into a dark area, in which various shapes could be made out. Aerie shook her head twice to clear it, but that did nothing to dispel the imagery of a changing room. "...mon niDOnido puff!" And then they were through. The dittos were gone, just like that, although there seemed to be a swarm of bikini-clad babes heading out of the dark space behind Seth and Aerie. James held the kids, his top feathers arranged into a kind of crown. Slasher had been given a lightning-quick combing, and was currently pawing at a pink ribbon someone had tied on as a collar. Aerie's senses were still reporting the pit-crew-like instant makeover she had received; her uniform was compressed into a bikini with almost monomer-thin straps that somehow did not draw blood. And Seth... Aerie blinked. "You know, if I didn't know about Mimic, I'd swear your father's talent was genetic." Seth almost looked like a parody of the dreams of everyone who ever lusted after women, with dimensions barely within the realm of believable. (s)He was struggling to stay upright, given the significant redistribution of mass to chest area; the restrictively tight bikini and stilleto heels foisted on by the changing room dittos did not help in the least. Although the press of protoplasm was no longer as severe, the general flow of traffic was towards a podium on the beach. Seth only managed to avoid falling over by going with the flow, prompting the others to follow. TBC?