From: "STEFFAN HEDD ALUN" <sha3@aber.ac.uk> Subject: Re: [PW!] [SST] All Aboard, All In Olivine Port! Date: Friday, January 16, 2004 2:02 AM In Olivine City, a couple of elderly ladies had gathered outside to admire the ship that had just boarded. "Innit nice, Esther?" asked one. "Nice?!" spluttered the lady named Esther. "That, Gina, is a terrible vessel. Not like the ones we had back in them days, with all sails and ropes." "There's ropes on that one!" "Ah, but it's all decoration," replied Esther, wisely. "Trying to make it look more shippy. It's all mind games, this ship business." "Blimey." Gina didn't realise there were so many connotations attached to rope. Suddenly, a boy emerged from the forest behind them. "Argh!" shouted the boy, realising that his hand was experiencing a temporarily symbiotic life with a Spinarak's jaw. He shook it off violently. "Hello, little child!" smiled Gina. "That's not a child," said Esther coldly, not taking her eyes off the ship. "That's one of THEM. Teenagings. Kill you so much as look at you." "I'm sorry, madam," said the lad. "Do you know where I'm meant to go to catch the ship?" "Ooh, you're going on the SHIP, are you?" simpered Gina. "Ooh, if I was a few years younger, my, I'd be up there right now." "And...where do I go to catch the ship?" aksed the boy. "What's your name, boy?" snapped Esther. "Karl, ma'am." "Do you have your parents' permission to be on that ship?" "Well, yes, I have my father's permission." Karl tried to subtle fish out a Pokéball from his bag. "And is your father coming with you?" "No, ma'am." Karl found the Pokéball. He scooped it out, and quietly released a once S-shaped, but now squiggle-shaped, Unown. "Then it's far too dangerous for you to go on that ship." At this point, Karl walked into the open and brushed the Spinarak-webs from his face. He gasped as he saw the magnificent ship in front of him. He grinned as he read the name on the side. "Ess!" he called. "Look at that!" Ess was busying itself with trying to look less pathetic. "Ess! ESS! TIDAL!!" cried Karl, pointing. He ran towards the ship, followed by a lazy Psyduck and a vigilant Farfetch'd. Ess floated along, wishing something would be done about its shape first. "Come on, guys! We're GOING TO HOENN!" "Rob" <robfrompw@yahoo.com> wrote in message news:100ep8k5p0r9ubb@corp.supernews.com... > Ding! One of the four elevator doors in the room opens up. Marvin and his > Mawile enter the elevator and Marvin pushes the button for the third deck. > Soft music plays as the elevator approaches its destination. When the > elevator arrives at the lobby and its door opens up, a synthetic voice says, > "Deck 3 - Lobby". Marvin exits the elevator and plops himself down on one of > the many couches set up in the elegant lobby, his exposed hairy back > sticking to the comfortable seat. He combs his thinning brown hair over to > the side with his fingers and puts his hands behind his head, staring > directly at the entrance to the ship. > > The Mawile who followed Marvin hops up into the couch, her giant steel maw > still touching the floor of the lobby when she sits on the couch. > > "Here they come," says Marvin, thinking of all the pretty women that will be > boarding the ship soon. The middle-aged man smirks, keeping a lewd thought > that entered his mind mere moments after he said that to himself. The first few apparitions at the door were not what Marvin had had in mind, unfortunately. It was a white-haired boy with disturbing eyes, a Psyduck who was practicing his diction, a Farfetch'd who was encouraging the Psycduck's diction by way of leek-slapping, and an Unown that seemed to be from foreign parts. "Good day," greeted Karl, his normal nerves forgotten due to the sight of the Marvin in his swimming trunks. "Are you headed for Hoenn as well?" TBC?