Subject: Re: [PW!] Jailhouse Rocked, Now Rolling
Date: Tuesday, May 18, 2004 10:23 PM
"Rob" wrote in message news:40A88604.email@example.com...
> William Rendfeld wrote:
> > "That's an order," Leif replied, his voice grim. "The chopper will be here
> > shortly to carry you four to the base near Dewford. Hopefully, I'll meet you
> > there shortly afterwards with the others."
> > Sven and Peabody looked to one another, then nodded in confirmation to their
> > superior.
> > "Good luck," Leif replied, quickly heading out of the Contest Hall.
> > Elsa, a bit lost in all of the hubbub, asked, "What's going on?"
> > #Bayleef Bob here saved your collective keisters from being Magma prisoners,
> > that's what,# Raffy chimed with a smug look on both of his heads. #So, where
> > exactly is this base?#
> > "An old wreck near Dewford Town," Peabody answered. "We've done a lot of
> > remodeling, so it won't be that bad a place."
> Having grown bored with examining Solitaire the Starmie, Elsa's Mudkip
> decides to entertain himself by biting the longcoat Elsa's wearing and
> tugging on it, preferring the Team Aqua uniform Elsa's wearing under it
> to the coat itself. Elsa scolds, "Stop that, Mudkip!" She crosses her
> arms to make sure the Aqua uniform isn't revealed to those in the
> Contest House that might react negatively to it - namely, anyone other
> than Sven, Peabody, Bob Raiser, and their Pokemon.
> Peabody suggests, "Maybe we should look into buying you that new outfit
> while we wait for that helicopter..."
> "But I HAVE another outfit," Elsa argues, trying to push her determined
> Mudkip away from the longcoat Leif gave her with one of her boot-clad
> feet, "I must've put it into storage when I joined the team..."
> "You must've?" Sven wonders, "You don't remember if you did or not?"
> "What? Oh, of course I put it into storage," Elsa answers, covering up
> her slip-up, "That's just what we say where I come from when we're
> certain about something. I MUST HAVE put it into storage, because if I
> didn't, where would it be? That's the idea of it."
> Sven narrows one eye at Elsa. "Where did you say you were from?"
> "Rustboro," Elsa bluntly answers, hoping that none of the three Trainers
> she's with are from that particular city. "What's it to you?"
> "Please don't get into another argument, you two," Peabody begs. "Wanda,
> if you put your other outfit into storage, it should still be there."
> The lanky brown-haired individual points to a computer next to the front
> desk of Verdanturf Town's Contest House, "You can use that PC over there
> to retrieve it. Just log into your 'A' account."
> "It's been a few weeks since I used that system," Elsa says, shaking her
> head, "I don't remember my username or password."
> "Your username should be Wanda," Peabody informs Elsa, "And to retrieve
> your forgotten password, you just have to answer the security question
> you defined when you joined the team."
> "One more thing." Elsa bites her lower lip before asking, "...what's the
> address of the team's website?"
> Sven chides, "Don't you remember ANYTHING?"
> Ignoring his partner's rude comment, Peabody leans in towards Elsa and
> whispers in her ear, "www.huntailrule.com".
> Elsa remarks, "That's a weird address..."
> "Yeah," Peabody admits, "But at least it keeps the general public away
> from our site."
> Not one to argue with that logic, Elsa shrugs and makes her way towards
> the PC in the room, leaving Sven and Peabody to keep an eye on Bob
> Raiser and his Girafarig. Elsa's Mudkip goes along with her since he's
> still attached to her footwear, but Elsa's Roselia stays with the group
> to keep Jaws, the Sharpedo who's been praising the Grass Pokemon's
> performance in the Tough Contest since they left the stage, company.
> Elsa casts a glance back at the Grass Pokemon. She had wanted Roselia to
> brief her on the past month of her life as soon as possible, but it
> seems the Roselia is too distracted by her new companion to brief her
> now. "I guess I can't blame her," Elsa comments to herself as she
> approaches the computer in the Contest House, "I wasn't exactly paying
> close attention to her right after I met Sapphire."
> "Kiiiiip!" Elsa's Mudkip calls out, not sure what Elsa's talking about
> but not appreciating the fact that the girl's not showering him with
> attention and praise.
> "If only YOU could tell me what happened..." Elsa sighs, looking down at
> the Pokemon that Professor Birch gave her. She tells the infant Water
> Pokemon, "But you're just a baby. You don't know how to communicate as
> well as Roselia does."
> "That's exactly my point," comments Elsa, "The only question you can
> answer now is: 'what would I get if I crossed water with dirt?'"
> "Very goooood, Mudkip!" Elsa exclaims in mock enthusiasm. She rolls her
> eyes, still annoyed that she didn't get a Torchic, the Pokemon she's
> wanted for many years, from Professor Birch. "Now leave my clothing
> alone so I can figure out how to access my account."
> "Mudkip, mud!" The Mudkip decides to run off to find something to amuse
> himself with while Elsa uses the Contest House's computer.
> Elsa navigates to the website address that Peabody told her and grimaces
> when she sees the chibi Huntail that acts as a mascot for the website.
> She clicks the "Login" button and types "Wanda" in the username field
> that appears. She then checks the "I forgot my password" box and clicks
> on the "Submit" button. A new window appears on the screen that prompts
> her to answer the question: "What's my favorite sport?"
> "Sport?" Elsa spits a little when she utters the word. "I hate sports."
> She wonders if her Shawn personality momentarily took control of her
> body when the account was being made. Just in case, she inputs the word
> "baseball", having been told about Shawn's dream of becoming a baseball
> player during the time she spent at Verdanturf's Asylum. A message
> appears, telling Elsa that her answer was incorrect and that she will be
> locked out of the system if she enters a wrong answer two more times.
> "It HAD to be a sport," Elsa complains, "It couldn't have been 'What's
> my mother's maiden name?' Nooo, that would have been too easy." She
> shakes her head and inputs the only other sport she doesn't abhor,
> basketball, into the system. The system rejects her entry once more,
> reminding her that she can only guess incorrectly once more.
> "Damn it." Elsa stares at the screen with her fingers over the keys of
> the computer's keyboard for a good long minute, going through the names
> of many sports in her mind. "Football, soccer, hockey, golf, tennis,
> cricket, curling... Curling? I'm insane, not masochistic."
> "Excuse me, miss?"
> "WHAT?" Elsa asks, frustrated that she can't remember the names of very
> many sports. She turns around to see a gray-haired janitor holding up a
> sopping-wet Mudkip with one hand and a toilet brush with the other.
> The janitor asks, "Is this yer Mudkip?"
> "Yes, that's my Mudkip." Elsa answers, squinting her eyes at the Pokemon
> she never wanted as he licks his own face. "How did he get so wet?"
> "I found him swimmin' in one of the men's room toilets."
> "MUDKIP!" Elsa screams, scaring her Mudkip, who starts trembling. "You
> shouldn't swim around in toilets, it's not sani- Wait a minute...
> Swimming... Swimming is a sport, isn't it?"
> "Not the kind yer Mudkip was doin', if that's what yer askin'."
> Ignoring the janitor's remark, Elsa quickly turns around to input the
> word "swimming" into the website, recalling that her doctor told her
> Wanda was obsessed with water. When the system responds by telling her
> that her password is "redandblueroses", Elsa lets out a sigh of relief,
> then she turns back around to address the janitor. "Thank you for
> pulling my Mudkip out of the toilet. It won't happen again, I promise."
> "I hope not, fer yer Mudkip's sake," the janitor says, handing Elsa her
> wet Mudkip, "A toilet's not the best place to be, that's fer sure."
> After giving Elsa her Mudkip, the janitor heads back to the men's room.
> "Oh, Mudkip, thanks to your obvious lack of good sense, I can get my
> favorite outfit back!" Elsa praises her Water Pokemon, confusing him
> considerably since she was yelling at him just moments ago. Elsa
> remarks, "If you weren't riddled with toilet water, I could kiss you!"
> "Kip?" The Mudkip asks, as Elsa sets him down on the floor.
> Elsa looks down at her Mudkip's small black eyes as she says, "Stay
> still while I download my outfit and I'll give you a nice treat."
> Although he doesn't understand much of what Elsa just said, Mudkip does
> understand the words "stay still" and "treat". He starts wagging his
> dorsal fin in anticipation of any kind of treat Elsa might give him for
> behaving himself.
> "That's a good little Mudkip," Elsa lauds when her Mudkip doesn't run
> off. She then logs into the Team Aqua network using the password she
> recently retrieved and clicks on the button that shows her what items
> she has in storage. "There are my clothes... and what's this? I have a
> Squirtbottle? What's that? Hmm, I guess whatever it is was some sort of
> signing bonus." Ignoring the Squirtbottle for now, Elsa downloads the
> outfit she wore before her Wanda personality made her join Team Aqua
> then logs out of the network.
> Elsa grabs the pieces of the outfit she selected for herself when she
> left Verdanturf's Asylum with her arms and wanders into the ladies'
> room. After a few minutes, Elsa emerges from the restroom wearing a
> green halter top, a brown fanny pack, black capri pants, a golden
> anklet, and black pumps that make her look two inches taller. She's
> wrapped her Team Aqua uniform in Leif's longcoat and she's holding the
> bundle under one of her arms.
> On her way back to where her Mudkip is waiting for her, Elsa asks an old
> man standing next to a Berry Blender, "Sir, do you happen to have a
> small Berry you could spare? My Mudkip has quite an appetite and..."
> "Say no more, pretty girl!" The old man produces a pink Pecha Berry from
> one of his pockets and hands it to Elsa, "Your Mudkip should like this
> if she's as cute as you are."
> "Why, thank you..." Elsa walks away, not bothering to inform the old man
> that her Mudkip's actually male since she's afraid that the man might
> take as a sign that she wants to have a long conversation with him. When
> she arrives in front of her Mudkip, she feeds him the Pecha Berry and he
> happily gobbles it up since he happens to love sweet Berries.
> "Wanda!" Peabody calls out, peeking through the Contest House's doorway,
> "Our transportation's here! The others already boarded it!"
> Elsa picks up her Mudkip and places him under her free arm. She runs out
> of Verdanturf's Contest House to find a blue helicopter has landed right
> in front of the building. Peabody takes away her clothing bundle and
> helps her climb into the helicopter before climbing in himself and
> taking a seat. The helicopter climbs up into the sky just as the proper
> authorities arrive at the scene. Though a few bullets are shot at the
> helicopter, the pilot is skilled enough to dodge them.
> "They're SHOOTING at us?!" Elsa asks incredulously, peeking through one
> of the windows of the helicopter as it soars away from Verdanturf. She
> lowers her thick brown eyebrows in an expression of anger. "If this
> helicopter were to crash, we'd all die!"
> #Better get used to it, eyebrow girl,# the Girafarig standing next to
> where Bob's sitting mentally projects, #Trouble follows Bayleef Bob
> wherever he goes.#
> Elsa takes a seat in the helicopter in-between Peabody and Sven, dwarfed
> by their statures even when sitting. She stares at the silent hooded
> Breeder sitting across from her as the helicopter flies towards the Team
> Aqua Base, still worried that the teenager can't be trusted, especially
> considering what his Girafarig just mentioned.
After a brief silence, Bob decides to say something
"Yeah, but in my defense, I'm ususally the one getting jumped, ambushed, or
"Dear Goddish Raffy, what's gotten into you? You seem unusually
sarcastic this week"
"Probably, but still ..." the breeder trailed before looking back at Verdenturf.
And the ride continued in relative silence for a while longer
Oh my God! They killed Kenny!
[NS: Stupid Real Life ... Stupid Writer's Block]