From: Marco262, I _am_ the WooMaster (res0eymx@verizon.net) Subject: [PW!] Some things never change Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-07-28 01:50:44 PST <What about a janitor at that Hooters downtown?> "What? And wear that stupid uniform? Sorry, DJ not for me." <Even with the babes?> Jason Bard, former famous rock star, thinks for a moment then nods, "Even with the babes." DJ the Chansey lightly hits the table with his fist, then goes back to the Want Ads laid out on the table in front of him. Jason puts up another 2-pointer through the Nerf hoop hanging from the door in his two room apartment where he and the rest of his band had spent the last five years. It's late in the evening and the sounds of the TV are intermingled with Ella's sniffs. Chick flick, of course. Rivet is promptly beating Wolfgang into the ground on his N64. Miami and Gigawatt are in their pokeballs. One because he got completely hammered on a night on the town, and the other because it takes up too much space in the cramped apartment. DJ scans down the list of jobs available again, and yawns slightly. I bet you're wondering why such a famous and talented group of rock stars is wallowing in a cheap apartment building instead of touring all the known world. No? Well, I'll tell you anyway. Jason and his band never wrote their own songs. They always just sang popular ones. Although this made them the most popular group in Pokémon Island, it made them personal enemies of nearly all the copyright lawyers in the land. 5 years ago, one band's lawyers caught them, and they've been working off the royalties ever since. Until now. DJ yawns again and abesent-mindedly flips to the Entertainment section of the newspaper. His eyes go wide. <Jason! C'mere! Take a look at this.> Jason picks up the Nerf ball he'd dropped and looks over DJ's shoulder. 2 seconds later, he has the paper in his hands and is reading from it. "'National heart throbs, The BackSteelix Boys, were found dead today in their tour bus on the way to a performance. Details are sketchy, but officials believe that one member shot the other four in a drunken stupor, then turned the gun on himself...' DJ! Do you know what this means?" Jason picks up his Chansey by his arms and dances around with him. "We can go back to performing! We don't have to pay them anymore!" He dropped DJ and turned to hug Ella who had ran into the room when she heard the news. Pretty soon, all 5 of the 7 members are dancing with joy. Or as much as they can dance in the confined space. DJ stops them suddenly. <Wait a second guys, look at this.> He holds the paper up for them to see. Their faces quickly fall as Jason reads the article below the previous one. "'In other news, an Oscar nomination was made for an unknown person by the name of Jason Bard. His name was not found in any database of known musicians, and many people, when asked about him, said they did not recognize the name. It can only be assumed that this was an elaborate practical joke.'" Ella starts crying. <This is *sniff* totally *sniff* bad, Jason. How can we perform *hic* if, like, no one even remembers us?> Jason puts his arm around her. "Don't worry, we'll think of something. There's gotta be a way to get in the limelight again." But, 3 hours go by and they can't think of anything. Many ideas were suggested, including publicity stunts and advertising, but they were all turned down. Wolfgang stands up and stretches his cramped arms. <Well, this is just bloody perfect, chaps. Looks like we'll be needing a bloody visionary to get us out of this sticky situation.> <Man, my head's throbbing like a bad heavy metal song.> Miami walks into the room, holding his skull in both hands. <How's it hanging dudes?> Rivet quickly explains the situation to him. <Come on, cheer up all of ya moping Mortons, the answers right in front of you?> They all look up. "It is?" <You bet. Yo, Jason. Gimme your full and undivided looking over here.> Jason turns and stares at him. <Now, what do you see.> Jason squints his eyes. He looks Miami up and down several times. "A drummer with a Carbos problem?" <Besides that, dude.> "A Marowak with a nasty hangover." <You got it dude. I'm a Marowak. A Pokémon, like my comrades in arms here.> He motions to the rest of the band members. Jason just stares at him blankly, but Rivert cracks a wide grin. <So, you're saying to us, dat da best way ta get in da public's eye again, is ta give em what day want: Pokémon battles!> Jason smiles. "And we're gonna go fight the best trainers in the world to give them what they want!" He stands up and opens the lid of the metal chest where all their belongings are kept. "Pack it up guys! We're going on a Pokémon journey!" The rest of the group gives a cheer and sets about to packing up all their stuff. <I say, old boy,> Wolfgang remarks admiringly toward Miami, <Where'd you come up with such a great plan?> Miami rubs the back of his head and remarks modestly, <Hey, dude, it was nothing.> <You don't say. Well, forget it then.> <But I...> <I said forget it.> ***************************** The next morning, bright and early, a young man and a Chansey sit on top of a slightly over-sized Magneton floating through the doors to the Starmie apartments. They are followed closely by a metal trunk, roughly the size of the Magneton. "So," Jason says, after giving Gigawatt a light pat, "What's the nearest Gym from here? Misty's? Surge's? Maybe Erika's?" He sticks out his tongue and wiggles his eyebrows on the last name. DJ rolls his eyes. <Actually, Jason, we are in Violet City, in Johto. Those gyms are in Kanto, roughly a day's travel away. And that's by bullet train.> "Johto? When did we end up here?" <After we got relocateded from our previous apartment because you forgot to pay the rent 10 times in a row.> <Oh yeah, I forgot.> Jason puts a hand behind his head and laughs. DJ just shakes his head. TBC? You betcher ass. (OOC: Amber, you can pick it up here if you want.) -- -Marco262, Aspiring Regular