From: "Adrian Tymes" <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: [PW!] Rustboro Regrouping Date: Tuesday, April 06, 2004 2:50 AM Clayton wrote: > All that had to be done was to wait for the rest of the gang to come back so they could > pool their knowledge and split into teams. And wait, and wait, and wait. Eventually, a bedraggled-looking Keaton and Mimic snuck in, "snuck" being the non-operative word. Especially when a shopping bag popped out of mid-air, sending the two diving for cover. Jeff craned his neck around the pottery Keaton was cowering behind. "Are you okay?" "My sister's gone crazy! She's been clothes-shopping for hours! Where did she GET this much money?" "Mimic suspect Aerie have some from somewhere. Aerie been sending us purchases to carry." Keaton poked his head up. "I don't care if her wardrobe WAS ruined! I don't see how she expects to carry this much around!" Just then, a mountain of bags walked in through the doors, merging with the bag left behind. "See? I told you they'd been leaving these all over," came a young voice from inside the pile. "Hmph," a slightly older voice confirmed. "And just when I was enjoying myself! Come on, let's go get these to our room so I can pack them." The pile wobbled its way through the lobby, seemingly reshaping itself to pass around, under, and through various obstacles. Just as it was about to exit, the older voice called, "By the way, brother, I got you something too." A pair of sunglasses shot out, sailing across the room to land perfectly on Keaton's face. TBC?