Snoop, we're not in Pokeland, anymore.

[turntechtrainer]

Characters: Dave Strider of the game transplant type and YOU
Setting: Outside room 3-04, and the cafeteria
Format: Action but if you want prose, bring it and I'll match you.
Summary: So you heard about those two pokemon trainers? Well there is a third...
Warnings: Language, probably. Will update as needed.

Room 3-04

[Going to bed and waking up somewhere new had only happened twice in Dave's life. He wasn't a fan of before and now is no different. Some part of him expected it. Like how his dreams are full of mazes, the screeching of crows, and death painted in so many colorful ways. Once the waking hour happens, he tends to push it out of his head.

Not thinking about it has been his best friend. Unfortunately, now he has to consider it because of a letter. Then again, if it had been old gold tooth who brought him here, he'd expect to be space dust.

He stands in the hallway just outside room 3-04 and frowns down at his pokegear. The piece of shit just isn't connecting which is stupid. It has perfect signal, usually. Dave is different from the one any tower resident would be familiar with. He's clearly older, fairly tall, and starting to fill out and take on more of a resemblance to his parents.

He stuffs the gear into the pocket of his dark coat and looks to the flame maned unicorn to his left.] Don't look at me, man. I got nothing to even say about this. If you're along for the ride that means either I'm asleep, so, stand by for murder by the ticking clock, or, who even knows.

[He reaches out to pat her nose, giving it a reassuring rub with a sigh.] If it's Team Rocket don't settle for hot foot. Roast their shorts.


Cafeteria


[By this point, he's gotten hungry. Anyone treading into the cafeteria will find one blond haired shade wearing douche of a guy in a dark coat sitting between two large dragons. None of them look all that pleased with the food but they're eating the stupid oatmeal anyway. Dave wasn't the only one that got so hopelessly spoiled on Jane's cooking.

Sitting wrapped up in a knitted scarf (red, green, purple, and blue), is a large egg. Dave keeps checking on it, sometimes shifting so he can keep an eye on his scaled bros and the egg at the same time. After a while he just transfers it to his lap where he knows it will be safe.]

Comments

[ghostytrainer]

At least this is the only time you have to deal with it. The grossness will subside, promise. Though heads up, sometimes they decide to give us nothing but nutrition bars for food and that kind of blows.

[He grins. No, it doesn't have anything to do with ghosts, that's like...every other floor. There are a lot of ghosts here, Dave.]

It's a ball pit. [And it's awesome.]

[turntechtrainer]

[Suddenly Dave is eager to hear every word John is saying and visibly perks up. He leans slightly forward as if he's just making himself comfortable.] Fuck. Yes. Which floor is it on? Come on tell me all about this magical place we're going to have to visit.

[ghostytrainer]

[John's barely restrained excitement only grows at that. After all, the other Dave was such a party pooper about the ball pit. What a weenie. Other you is a weenie, Dave. You won't whine about the cold, right?]

Floor ninety five! And it's the entire floor. McDonald's doesn't have shit on this place.

[turntechtrainer]

[Yeah, he's a weenie alright. Just because they're in murder land doesn't mean they can't have any fun.] McDonald's doesn't have real meat in their burgers, either. It's fake meat. Makes you believe it's real with a little mooing but in reality, not cow.

[ghostytrainer]

Shhh, it still tastes fine. [La la la la not listening.] But yeah, we can head up there whenever you want. There are a couple of other pretty cool floors beyond that too. Like the media room and the observatory. Oh, and a music room with the biggest fucking pipe organ I have ever seen in my life. Kind of makes me wish I had my ghost gauntlets here.

[Can we say four-handed organ solo? But alas, they remain back in the PC in Johto...]

[turntechtrainer]

Media room. Do they have turntables or a mixing board? [Man, if they did. They could jam. John doesn't have the gift they got him for Christmas here so that could be the next best thing.]

[ghostytrainer]

I think so, yeah. I know they have a music portion of the room I've just never really paid much attention to it. [You know, being a pianist and all.] When I go in there it's usually for the games or movies.

[A beat.]

Or to try and get the attention of the TV ghosts.

[turntechtrainer]

[Wait what.] Tv what? Are you nuts, you don't go hey sup let me talk to you, to ghosts. They're not going to be like Pokemon, they're going to want to eat you.

[ghostytrainer]

Yeah I know. But the ones in the media room are pretty much harmless. They just make the screen go static-y and stare at you sometimes. Not all the ghosts here want to kill us. The ones outside the observatory are pretty chill too.

[They're his favorites...even if they don't really do much other than slide around on the glass and look creepy.]

[turntechtrainer]

[Only you, John. He raises both eyebrows.] ...how many 'friendly' ghosts are there?

[ghostytrainer]

You know, I am not entirely sure. They're in the minority though. Actually...harmless might be a better word than friendly, honestly.

[turntechtrainer]

What do they do instead, ghost moon you? This still spells bad news however you dress it up.

[ghostytrainer]

Well not that I've seen, no. But I meant more like...well, for example the ones in the observatory can't really even get in. They're stuck outside on the glass so it's kind of like a reverse ghost-monster aquarium sort of deal.

[turntechtrainer]

[Why did John have to put it like that. The hairs on the back of Dave's neck rise and he twitches at the thought of ghosts just.

watching.

Him.]

Why did you have to put it like that. Now it will never leave my head.

[ghostytrainer]

Well how else was I supposed to put it?! I mean that's pretty much exactly what they do, so...yeah. They really aren't that bad though, promise.

Watch this actually happen.

[turntechtrainer]

You could put it a lot better than 'that's right Dave if you go into that room thousands of eyes are staring at you. If that glass goes, you are the most screwed guy in town.'

i would laugh if it did. so hard you don't even know.

[ghostytrainer]

Actually, they don't have eyes. Or faces at all, to be 100% accurate. And there aren't really that many of them. You're safe dude, don't worry. The glass is pretty sturdy.

I'd be laughing with you. THE IRONY it would be beautiful.

[turntechtrainer]

You say that like we're not in some b-rated horror flick with collars we can't get off. Yes, John. Everything is going to be magical and shit is that a unicorn??

[ghostytrainer]

Okay well...fine nitpick me on that part. You're safe on that floor. Obviously I can't say the same for all of them. I mean shit there's a torture chamber and a jail for starters. And they added a circus last month along with the ballpit and you just know that can't be good news.

[Because clowns, man.]

[turntechtrainer]

Of course it isn't good. It would be like if they added a bakery. [He is teasing you.] I still say we look into that ballpit.

[ghostytrainer]

Of course not, you'd probably have to give up an arm to get a loaf of bread or something. Incidentally, while on that topic: avoid the restaurant. Because apparently a meal there can literally cost you an arm and a leg sometimes. I haven't tried it myself so I am not sure to what extent that is true. But yeah, if you're done with your oatmeal we could head up that way.

[turntechtrainer]

...Well that's comforting. Yeah, I'm done. Where are we headed from here? [Dave stands up from the table and signals to his pokemon to follow him. Both dragons rise as one and come to stand at his sides.]

[ghostytrainer]

Wherever you want to go! If we take the elevator back up to the dorms we could go check out the ball pit if you wanted. We could always walk up there too but...that'll take forever from all the way down here. But it would give us a chance to stop on some of the other floors if you wanted a mini tour or something.

[He doesn't care, Dave. He just wants to spend time with you. He shouldn't be happy that you're here, he really shouldn't...but he guiltily is.]

[turntechtrainer]

[It only takes him a second to decide the elevator is not where he wants to go. Not only is that a tight, enclosed space but once the cable snaps...] Let's go take that mini-tour for the new guy in town.

[ghostytrainer]

Excelleeeent. Come on, let's go! [John grabs Dave's arm, tugging him towards the exit, Michael J. and Chandel following after the two of them happily.]