From: Shimarisu (rachel.r@scotland.com) Subject: [PW!] [Attn: those in Porta Vista] The Un-ban-able Bikini Contest Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/22 The Un-ban-able Bikini Contest (can't think of a better title) ------------------------------ It was late in the afternoon, and the sun showed no intention of sparing people from its irradiating heat, though by now the air had turned incredibly humid, causing most holidaymakers to take the perfect opportunity for a nap. And Murasaki was annoyed. Sneakers had gone off shopping, shortly after insisting that she and Kiniro find some kind of 'stage' on a 'beach', where 'somebody' would be waiting to meet them. She could hear Kiniro's footsteps behind her, but had chosen to pretend not to notice. Murasaki had decided that she didn't need any help finding the stage where the contest would be held, after all how many makeshift stages do you find on a beach? And she was right - there was only one. It was made out of pinewood and didn't look terribly sturdy. Nor was it particularly big. In fact the huge, garish sign above it make it look top-heavy, as if it would topple over at any moment. "WELCOME TO THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND DRESSED UP POKEMON SWIMSUIT COMPETITION!" the sign read. Murasaki naturally couldn't read the text, but what she did see was a whole bunch of indecipherable symbols mixed in with some instantly recognisable letter 'R's. And the Rs were very noticable, in fact they were over a foot high, lovingly painted to resemble one distinct logo in particular. "What do you think of the Rs?" a voice suddenly sounded from behind her. Murasaki spun around in apprehension. She had assumed that the person who she'd sensed there all this time was Kiniro. It was not. "Aren't the Rs way cool?" enthused the much shorter, considerably less gothic looking younger man. "I painted them extra big, so people will know we are the best!" Murasaki tried to think of something to say. She was sure she had seen the kid before. There was something very familiar about his wide-eyed, blithely ignorant gaze. The younger agent - for he was an agent, albeit dressed in a different uniform to Murasaki's - gestured wildly. "Isn't it so totally great, being on a mission like this? They had nobody else free to do it. So I said I was free to do it, and guess what? Guess what? Yeah, that's right! I'm here now!" "What the hell kind of idiot put you in charge of this mission, Mondo?" Murasaki stared as Kiniro walked up to the stage, gazing dolefully at the garish sign and barely acknowledging the two of them. She had not noticed her partner arrive, as she had been too struck dumb by the painfully sunny disposition of... who was it? Mondo? That was it. She had seen this kid months ago, when he had offered her "food in disguise". It was Rokeben, hidden inside a pizza box, and Mondo had been dressed as a pizza boy - obviously convinced he was a real credit to the world of stealth. "Do you like the Rs?" enthused Mondo, instantly forgetting that Murasaki was there, and turning his attention to the other agent. "No, I do not like the 'R's'. The R's are dumb. They are in a word...obvious. Get rid of them." Mondo was shocked. "But then it won't be spelt right!" Kiniro grinned. "To be honest, I'm surprised you can even spell." He gulped, as Murasaki shot a curious glare at him. What was wrong with her? "Er... Anyway," he hastily changed the subject. "Where are the other agents?" "Other agents?" "Yes, other agents. Where are they?" Mondo looked at the floor. "There er..." "Aren't any." Kiniro concluded for him, without changing his expression. "That's okay," he told the very-worried looking Mondo, "I really didn't expect this to be an absolute stunner of a mission. Not really. See, Team Rocket are spying on us. They think we're double agents, and I've known it all along since they assigned that crazy Meowth to us. So we'd better get this right, even though we all know it was a farce to begin with." "Oh no..." grinned Mondo blithely. "Team Rocket would never do anything that was completely pointless. Wasn't it nice of uncl... I mean The Boss to trust me with this mission?" Murasaki cut in before Kiniro could respond. "Okay then, so what are we supposed to do? And when does this competition start?" Kiniro glanced nonchalently at her in acknowledgement. "I suppose we wait around here until that Meowth comes back with his costume. And as to when the competition starts..." he glared at Mondo, "I assume you advertised it well?" "Oh yeah!" Mondo's eyes shone in obvious anticipation of the praise he was going to get. "I gave flyers to everyone! Literally EVERYONE! I worked all day and all night, and if they wouldn't take the flyer I begged and begged to take the flyer until they hit me, and then I said please take the flyer again, and then they took the flyer and threw it away, so then I followed them to where they were staying and..." "So when is this contest?" Mondo squeaked, obviously out of breath. "In two days. But people have to come here first to register." "Right then," put in Murasaki. "So we'd better wait for people to come and register, hadn't we?" - TBC?