Subject: Re: [PW!] Turning Points Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 05:33:02 GMT From: Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> Organization: Prodigy Internet http://www.prodigy.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Rob wrote: > "Fine. 'Night." Marcia heads out into the lobby, then tells Omelette and Aerie, > "Mommy's very tired, so she's going to bed. Please stay here until closing time, > just in case someone comes in before then and Nurse Joy's busy twirling her hair. > 'Night." Marcia wanders off towards her favorite room in the Pokemon Center. Time passes... Aerie gives a yawn and glances at the clock. Five minutes until closing time, but there has been no activity for over an hour. "I'm bored." "Blissey!" "Yeah, Omelette, I know. Just because she asked doesn't mean it ain't boring." "Iss..." Omelette looks to make sure no one is coming, then whispers conspiratorially, "Bliss." "Games?" Aerie waves dismissively at the electronics under the desk. "Yeah, I bet they're all boring, too." "Bliiis...blissey blis sey sey blissey." "What's an RPG? And what's so cool about singing your characters through combat instead of pushing buttons?" "Blissey blissey blis blis sey seyblis blis!" "Well, ok, if you really think it's worth giving it a shot." Omelette shrugged. She had been given the software as a gift from a patient, a porygon2 who said there was great power locked in the game and that this would be as good a place as any to let it out. She was not quite sure what it meant, but if it could possibly make Aerie happy, then what else mattered? She loaded up the software as Nurse Joy came by and locked the front door then gave the desk a cursory inspection. "Thanks for your help today, you two." Joy sighed. "Frankly, I wish we could have you full time instead of your mom." "Grr..." Joy sweatdropped under Aerie's evil eye. "Not that I mind having her, too. But...ah, why don't I go make my rounds?" She scooted out of the main lobby quickly, her heart racing under the effects of a Mean Look in a way that would have stopped any pokemon from fleeing. "Hmph!" Aerie turned back towards the screen as the game came on, noting that Omelette had dug out a game controller and a microphone. "Blissey blis." Aerie nodded. Keeping their voices low to avoid disturbing everyone else in the center was, probably, advisable. So, as the tutorial battles came up, the pair softly whispered into the mike, watching as the character moved and attacked in harmony with their sounds. "Pok-e-mon," "Bli-is-sey," "Pok-e-mon..." "Blis blissey!" Three hours later, Nurse Joy came back into the lobby, and noticed the two were still at it. She could hear some kind of song - were they doing karaoke? - but put it out of her mind. Listening to a pokemon sing always made her drowsy; she chalked it up to just Omelette, though the effect was more powerful. Either way, she headed to her own bedroom, her night's tasks done. "A," "Blis," "C," "Sey," "E-F-G, now I know my" "blis sey blis." Around 4 AM, Marcia woke in her own room, feeling a bit of dryness in her throat. Sounds seemed to be coming from down the hall, almost like a battle chant. She had been the victim of Sing attacks often enough to recognize another, though she distinctly heard Aerie's voice as part of this one. Worry prompted her to try to struggle through and see what her daughter was still doing up at this hour, but dreamland clung tight to her, and her respite of consciousness was short lived. "Konya wa Hurricane," "Blissey blis blissey blis," "Tsutaetai no" "Blissey blis! (Blissey blis.)" "Konya wa Hurricane," "Blissey blis blissey blis," "Dakishimetai" "Blis!" "Blissey" "Touch!" 8:50 AM found Aerie sprawled, sound asleep, on the counter, while Omelette was curled up on the desk's chair. Nurse Joy smiled and shook her head at how cute they looked before noticing some program running on the desk's computer. It currently showed "The End" over a fairy tale crystal castle, which shined slightly different colors in response to Omelette's snores into the microphone in her hands. Shrugging, Joy stowed the instrument, along with the loose game controller, and reset the computer for the day's work. Unseen, overhead, the A, B, C, D, E, F, and G shiny unown circled just under the pokemon center's high roof, freed by the succesful conclusion of the game and debating whether to stick around to speak to the blissey who freed them. TBC?