Subject: [PW!] Like Mother Like Daughter Date: Mon, 08 Oct 2001 04:55:44 GMT From: Rob <robfrompw@yahoo.com> Organization: EarthLink Inc. -- http://www.EarthLink.net Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Nurse Marcia sits at the front desk of the Violet City Pokemon Center, her brown eyes following the actions of a young girl who has black hair with purple streaks in it. The purple streaks in the girl's hair reminds Marcia of her own mother's purple hair, and this train of thought reminds her that she's now a mother to not just the Blissey standing at her side, but also to the girl who's currently using her small knife to cut up one of the potted plants in the Pokemon Center... "AERIE!" Marcia hops up and marches over to where the girl has stripped the plant of everything but it's stem and roots, "Just what do you think you're doing?" "Aww, I'm just having some FUN!" Aerie sticks her tongue out at Marcia, then says, "You know, just like you used to before you got all grown up and boring." Nurse Marcia puts her hands on her hips and Omelette the Blissey joins her at her side, mimicking her actions. She asks, "And just how do you know about...?" "Research! You just gotta look in the right places." Aerie winks, then runs over to one of the computers in the Pokemon Center, which she turns on. Curious, Marcia and her Blissey both follow her. They watch as Aerie connects to the Internet. The default homepage is the Violet City Police Department website. Marcia crosses her arms, "Oh, I see, you must've done research on my police record." "What? Are you kidding me? Jennys are clueless." Aerie types "Minax" into the search box and clicks on the only resulting link. The website that pops up shows a picture of a giant question mark and the text: "Minax: Alleged Rocket. Height: Unknown. Weight: Unknown. No more information is available at this time." Marcia and Aerie both smirk at the same time, in the same way. Marcia asks, "So where'd you get your information?" Aerie enters a URL into the browser, clicks enter, and within seconds, the monitor's displaying the Official Pokemon Resistance website. She scrolls past the "Silph Co: What do you want to catch today?" ads, past the "Support PETP" and "Give P.E.A.S. A Chance" images, down to a link that reads "Member Area." She clicks on it and into the window that appears, she types "Doppler" and underneath it types a password that appears as a series of asterisks before hitting "OK." While the website loads, Aerie comments, "Can you believe the password's actually iheartminax? Oh, it's so cute how much daddy loves you!" Without even noticing Marcia's disgusted face, Aerie clicks on a few more links, finally arriving on a "Minax Fan Page" full of candid pictures, information, and even works of art. "What a sick Pokemon." Nurse Marcia makes a retching noise. "Yeah, I thought so too..." A male voice from behind Marcia startles her, then continues, "You must be a good nurse to tell without even seeing the Pokemon first!" Nurse Marcia turns around to face a fat man holding a healthy-looking Tyrogue in his arms. The fat man explains, "Tyrogue here's usually able to Rock Smash any Rock Pokemon that block our path, but just today, we came across a large sleeping Sudowoodo on Route 36, and no matter how hard he'd hit the Pokemon, the Sudowoodo wouldn't budge! I've been stuck wandering around just outside the northern entrance of the Ruins of Alph ever since, when I realized that the only plausible reason why Tyrogue wasn't able to Smash that particular Rock Pokemon is that he's terribly ill, so I brought him here." Nurse Marcia turns to Omelette, raises an eyebrow, then both nurse and Pokemon shrug. "Your Tyrogue looks quite healthy. Maybe he's just too small to...?" "TOO SMALL?! WHY I NEVER!" The fat man turns around and storms out of the Pokemon Center, yelling about how offended he is as he leaves. Nurse Marcia shakes her head. She wishes more customers actually appreciated the free service they received from Pokemon Centers. Some people come in, have their Pokemon healed, and don't even say a word. She turns back to face the computer screen, only to see a photograph of herself, back when her hair was red instead of blue, wearing nothing but whipped cream over her more private areas, posing rather provocatively, both of her legs wrapped behind her neck. Marcia's eyes go wide and she turns off the computer and pulls out its plug, "That wasn't my body! Doppler must've pasted my head on someone else's body!" "I think that pic was of a brainless clone daddy made of you." Aerie giggles for a moment, then says, "Daddy was funny like that. Gee, now both of you are soooo boring. 'Save the world from Mimic' this, 'heal sick Pokemon' that. I've been hanging out with you for DAYS and you haven't done anything fun or exciting at all." Marcia grabs Aerie's hand, "My shift's over. How would you like to pay a visit to the Ruins of Alph? They have an exhibit there that features prehistoric Pokemon." "Oh, old Pokemon. Woo hoo. How fun." Aerie doesn't look too excited, until she thinks of all the mayhem she could cause for the scientists who work at the Ruins, "...no, seriously, woo hoo! Let's go, mommy!" Marcia pulls out a card with her free hand, "First I have to..." Aerie whines, "I saaaaid let's gooooo!" Using the strength she inherited from her father, Aerie drags Marcia out of the Pokemon Center, but not before Marcia hands her card over to her Blissey. Omelette runs over to the front desk, slides the card in a slot there, then follows Aerie and Marcia, ready to provide healing services on Marcia's tugged arm if needed. -Marcia