Rotom’s buzz began to slow until it sounded like a wailmer’s song - Ace was in a trance, even the fog surrounding everyone stood still as stone. Time had stopped. A glitching Lugia was suspended in stasis between Ace and the masked figure all the while hundreds of the legendary Lugia reflected in the mask’s glittering stones.

The moment was visually stunning, accompanied by orchestral music as loud as a wailord’s yawn. The artificial forest was sparkling, covered in diamond dust. The hologram's light bounced prisms off of jewels and icey fractals. They were at the Pokemon World Contest but surely, this would be one of the most beautiful scenes to come of it.

It dawned on Ace, bathed in colours, that he had begun investigating what would likely be the biggest case of his life. Now how was he going to apprehend the suspect without endangering the civilians? He could… but then… what about… Kecleon.

Ace’s invisible assistant had snuck behind the mysterious man. He stretched out his sticky finger ready to deliver a punishing disable - when a boot from a Mr Rime collided with the chameleon’s face, catapulting him towards a tree and knocking him out instantly.

The masked man spoke a single word. It was inaudible due to the symphony but a cloud that formed from his breath spelled out, “stomp” - Mr Rime danced towards the unconscious Kecleon and began a horrifying beating. Ace charged forwards, the masked man leapt back and Mr Rime spun, kicking the detective with its full force, shattering the arm he had raised to protect himself. Ace fell to the floor alongside his Kecleon.

Sugar and Garscon had made their way to the main stadium, an olympic sized stopwatch. She immediately thought, ‘I sure hope it doesn’t crack with all these people on it.’ Beneath their feet was a thick layer of clear glass that revealed complex clockwork. The machinations of the Main Stadium were ludicrously intricate, it was not a mere timekeeping device.

Sugar remembered something she saw from Round One of the World Contest, “Garscon, there’s a whole world underneath this clock. If it opens up on us, who knows where we’re gonna end up.” The Machamp squinted at her and pointed to his ear, it was obvious he couldn’t hear her.

The orchestra rose to its crescendo, fireworks blew up in the sky and the legendary Pokemon evaporated into fireflies. The opening ceremony had concluded for the second time. Now all the passengers could hear were the clacking of gears and their own fearful whispers.

Three masked figures stood in the judges panel, a gods’ booth raised high above the audience. “Hello, darlings, this is your captain speaking again, yoo-hoo. For once, can you all just be quiet? My goodness, every time we do this…’
"What the captain means to say is, you are safe, remain calm."

The Main Stadium's gears began to spin faster, rattling with speed. The ship writhed in response. The arena, wobbling like jelly, beamed a blinding light from its clockface and then in an instant, everything snapped back into place with a tanking thud.

Strangely, it was now a hot summer’s day, despite no passenger having slept. The night had disappeared and the masked people along with it.

Daniel had been waiting to see what happened, the idea of actually attacking the other trainer never occured to him, he'd been to rougher places (Orre has some epic colosseums with unusually high prizes to try and draw people in, but one visit is enough to see why they have to offer such good payouts) but people were generally smart enough not to try anything once their pokemon were down.
It seems the guy who'd been in trouble earlier has just found out why too. Where had that Mr RIme even come from. The world warped and the masked man was gone before Daniel could act.
He rushed over to the downed man "You alright there?"

Haze Kanoa

Haze appreciated a good show and the Opening Ceremony was in itself a production marvel boasting the most gorgeous accompaniment of strings, wind and percussion instruments she had ever heard. The state-of-the-art Main Stadium, custom built for such a time-stopping occasion, featured a glass stage that broke light into every perceptible colour and reflected them across the walls. In person, the experience was otherworldly. Although she would miss much of the actual Contests, that opener alone kept her hopes aloft for what the Cruise had to offer. It was unfortunate, then, that this pleasant memory was marred by its current replay, which turned the length of the ship into a house of horrors and the music into sonic torture. All she wanted now was a stable point in the ship that a behemoth was not going to reach through, like the lobby earlier, and the hallway and stairwell after that. Thoughts of that angry, red blaze erupting behind her struck cold fear into her bones. Had there not been a distracting sparkle further beyond it, she might not have recovered her lost step when taking to the stairwell.

As the Main Stadium opened itself around her, so too did the sound, echoing around the circular chamber at an almost disorienting volume. What distracted her more were the skies that teemed with creatures terrible and awe-inspiring, writhing a path around each other. Some came threateningly close to swooping into the open-air stadium. Feeling overwhelmed, Haze looked around for a sign of order, some authority figures or staff to explain this.

"Oh," she exclaimed, at the familiar sight of stars glinting from the midnight void between two birds in flight. The striking design was what took her eyes from the image of her nightmare incarnate erupting from the ground, and wearing it was a man with hair just as fiery red as the beast's hide, and was possibly between two worlds himself. "He looks like he needs a hand," she thought instinctively with a grimace and scanned the crowd of arrivals behind him for anyone that could assist. No use extending herself when they were all in the same boat.

"Here's an eye in the storm," Haze mused, as one came through the entryway visibly different from the others, and not just for the bright crop of fresh snow atop his head. Performing at venues prone to disruptions and rowing rabbles gave her a learned sense for common crowd behaviours and the collected cool he was sailing in with was not one. It instead fit the demeanour of someone who knew more about the disarray than others and the pretty Espeon at his side further fuelled her intrigue. His attire of solid white suggested wealth in the way it was understated and yet classy, a day suit well-tailored to his build featuring what she guessed was high-end material. An interesting parallel to the red-haired parade of cosmic splendor who sauntered in ahead of him.

As if she was unconsciously scanning the wide clock-face arena for suits, her storm-grey eyes spotted Garscon from The Lucky Catch. They widened in shock, the poor mon's normally pristine attire had been tarnished but as a heartening comfort he did not appear to be in pain and his mustache was impeccably sharp. Whatever the challenge was to have overwhelmed a Pokemon renowned for its superpower strength, hopefully it entailed rescue efforts and not self-defence. Next to him was the dependable sight of his Trainer, the very essence of sweetness, whom Haze had spotted through a kitchen port window on the few visits she made incognito as DJ Halo's assistant. It was an impressive sight the times she came to pick up her take-out orders, seeing the Chef bedecked in white fatigues and whirling around the kitchen in a cooking blitz. The bronze-haired chef was determinably intent on communicating with Garscon and Haze leaned in absentmindedly as if the ten-or-so-feet between them were mere inches. Was she giving directions or a means to escape? She was as close to ship staff as Haze could identify from this crowd.

Pressure blasted from the speakers and Haze crouched, covering her ears and tucking her backpack between her knees and chest, protectively. Looking upwards, the sky-beasts were obliterated and fell in a mass of tiny sparks. They were jade and serpentine, black-cloaked and skull-faced, furious and formless, bearing hoops and multiple limbs, and featureless save for eyes devoid of life, all vanishing in a death-knoll of an orchestra's mind-piercing offense. The moment was terrifying, not soon to be forgotten.

“Hello, darlings, this is your captain speaking again, yoo-hoo. For once, can you all just be quiet? My goodness, every time we do this…’

Haze peered upwards, still close to the floor, and spotted three figures where the judges were usually stationed. It was easy to reason that they were not here for a contest.

"What the captain means to say is, you are safe, remain calm."

Haze doubted this claim as strongly as she doubted the captain's legitimacy. It was a preposterous idea that her agent was fooled, that all these guests and Coordinators, too, were similarly duped and overpowered by unknown forces, and so her mind raced through questions and paranoia. Was this an elaborate stick-up, and were the staff and crew in on the ruse? Looking up at the panicked faces still standing, and around at those who like her had crouched down, some holding each other, some being shielded by their Pokemon... All were united in their confusion and worry. No, this was real.

Haze watched the gears beneath her feet begin to spin and she fell, unable to keep balance as the machinery . The air held a tinge to it that raised the hairs on her neck, then its shape bent around all that she could see until everything began to shake violently. She clutched the Pokeball around her neck, the other arm wrapped firmly over the backpack slung across her chest. Suddenly a flash of light forced her wide eyes shut, which was the only mercy her senses were afforded.

THUD!

Sunshine warmed her face. Blinking, she beheld the Stadium, now awash with the full force of a summer's midday glare. Confusion reached its peak and the strong urge to want to resolve it settled in. She helped herself up and looked around for any other signs of change. The judge's booth had emptied but otherwise she could not make out major damage to the ship. Dusting off her jeans, she set a course for the Chef and her Machamp.

"Excuse me," Haze called out as she approached, "What happened to your partner?" She nodded her head towards Garscon, eyes full of concern, searching for some sense in this madness. Speaking to a chef also made her realise she was starving.

Things had quickly taken a turn for the worse

He hadn't expected the boat to malfunction as such an expensive and notorious vehicle should have more than a couple of countermeasures and with the amount of attention that was placed on it the last thing the people running the tournament wanted was undue drama, having said that he knew that sometimes problems just appear without notice. But this was beyond his worst nightmares, the appearance of a syndicate was bad news -he made a mental note to make a pun about it on his report- and worse than that, the amount of civilians aboard the ship meant they could get injured, himself included.

Then the world decided that wearing aviator goggles was a bad idea, too many flashing heads made him turn his head to the side, it was almost like a firework had exploded in front of the other man, so violent was his turning that he would have fallen to the floor wasn't it for Razor keeping him steady.

After a couple of moments, he took off his goggles and opened his eyes once more to find the man he had previously helped on the floor with another man in front of him.

"You alright there?"

He recalled Razor to his Pokeball and made his way towards the duo, he missed whatever was causing this whole mess but his journalist instincts were screaming at him that the two in front of him had answers.

"The both of you okay?"

"I'm fine, I doubt anything could lay a finger on me with Alakazam watching my back, this guy's unconscious though, same for the Keckleon." With that Daniel looks over Ace's body for his pokeballs, once he finds an empty one he recalls Keckleon and puts the ball back. After a second he also recalls his own Magnezone.
"We should probably get him to the infirmary, any idea who he is?"
Daniel goes to lift Ace up before thinking better of it, quietly thinking aloud "Way too heavy to move fast, can't just teleport, never bothered to check the infirmary, but masked guys could show up again Alakazam to carry, Starmie for guard." Alakazam naturally heard it all and Ace is floating with a slight psychic glow before the light of Starmie's release fades.
He turns to Jonathona again as he starts walking, striking up a casual conversation "I'm Daniel by the way, just a trainer on vacation, you?"

Teddy honestly didn't expect anything much from this SS Lugia trip itself. Other than it being overly extravagant. Which proved to be incredibly so with its Opening Ceremony of holographic wonders. And his entry in the first round of the Pokemon Contest went incredibly well. Linus' dramatic, explosive entry and graceful movements drew in the crowd. Among the exceptional talents he was up against, Teddy called it a success. His hectic shift the next day at the Lucky Catch restaurant kept him from getting into any awkward situations or talking to reporters. Everything was going as well as normal until the evening.

The pool froze over, there was an explosion, Shuppets suddenly appeared, and the holograph machine started acting up... Then everyone was told to gather to evacuate to the main stadium where there were loud music, blinding lights, and several masked figures... This felt like an episode of the Lucario Man series Teddy starred in as a kid. All it needed was a villainous expositional monologue to complete the scene. It kind of happened until they just up and vanished into thin air and the room went to toastier afternoon? The entire situation was quite befuddling. A nudge from behind his legs shook Teddy out of his stupor. A Stoutland was trembling and looking very nervous as he huddled close to him. He only had his two strongest pokémon out of their balls right now.

"It'll be okay, Fluffy, you got Lillipup Lad and his trusty companion Shepard on your side." He stroked the pokémon head as he called out their old stage name. The Pokemon calmed a bit as he looked up at him quite admirably. His tail was wagging... how adorable~ Teddy was again caught up in giving his scared Pokémon pets. Before the bark of other Pokemon drew him in. Another Stoutland, Linus barked several times before pointing his paw in a direction. Scanning the rather chaotic area, he spotted his fellow coworkers Sugar and Garscon looking quite distraught, at least from a distance.

Teddy hastily made his way over though was beaten there by a lady. He had definitely seen her visiting the restaurant. He paused not too far away, but just watched awkwardly. It came with the realization that she maybe wouldn't remember him... He was good with names and faces but he hadn't even worked a full day there with him competing and all this mayhem. On top of that, he was just one waiter out of several that worked there... Seeing Teddy's hesitation, Linus barked assertively at him and again pointed. The man looked at him took a deep breath and moved into talking range.

"Yo... wazzup..." Teddy had no idea why he greeted them like he was talking to young teenagers, but it was now too late to take it back. He nervously rubbed the back of his hand as his eyes looked off to the side. "Are you two doing alright? You look awful... Ah, not in that way! Just physically! I mean mentally! Both are actually looking pretty bad. But I mean, no one looks good in situations like this anyways." Teddy chuckled uncomfortably and decided it was better to just keep his mouth shut and plan out his next words more carefully.

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Jimmy stared up at the masked figures as the orchestra finally fell. At least he could think mostly clearly now. There was something strange about their outfits. He felt as though he had seen them somewhere before. The news? An old fasion magazine? Jimmy quickly took out his sketchbook, letting his hand fly as he jotted down sketches of what he could see. Unfortunately, he couldn't see much from this distance, just their masks. It would have to do. Jimmy's eyes focused on every last detail he could, before moving on to the next mask.

Unfortunately for Jimmy, he would only get a rough outline before one of his legs gave out from under him as the ship violently shuddered, and he was met face to face with the spinning gears underneath the glass stadium floor. They began to turn faster and faster, the ship shaking all the while, before he was suddenly blasted in the face by an intense white light, knocking him to his back.

He jolted awake suddenly, finding himself on the floor of the stadium, sketchbook and pencil in hand. As he looked down at what he had drawn, it suddenly occurred to him that it was daytime now. The sun was high in the sky, shining down midday light onto the exotic cruise ship. Getting to his feet, he looked around at his surroundings. It seems like everyone else had the same confused look on their faces. Who were those guys? Why was it daytime? Was this some sort of holographic sun like the Pokémon he had encountered before? His eyes then settled on the pink uniform of the waitress he had met earlier, as well as the burly Machamp near her. Garçon, was it?

Jimmy took a few wobbly steps in their direction as he finally caught his stride, and it looked as though a few others had crowded around, too. He waved a hand as he approached, the gold and silver embroidery on his suit now glittering in the shining midday sun. "Hey, glad to see you two made it. Looks like we're all relatively unscathed; your, uh, Machamp's suit here notwithstanding." Jimmy gave a half hearted laugh in attempt to break the tension to the rest of the group. "Speaking of which..." Jimmy reached into an inner suit pocket, and produced an elegant eggshell white business card. It detailed his name, occupation, and contact information in a deep crimson color. He extended it towards the small group with a pair of fingers. "My name is Jimmy Recard. It's nice to meet you all. You guys, uh, have any idea on what might've just happened?"

Haze Kanoa

"This Machamp looks roughed up, is he hurt?” … "Are you alright?” Haze pressed again with her most earnest attempt at being patient. The Machamp suddenly grew embarrassed and and Haze looked at him sympathetically. She didn't mean to seismic toss all consideration out the window. This was her first meeting with a third-tier evolution, and one of the first to be documented at that. Haze should have known better than to bruise the fabled pride a Machamp takes in its physical condition.

Sugar pieced together the situation. To be sure, Haze didn't have much to offer in the ways of reasoning out what had happened, but she knew what she wanted to do next.

“Oh, Garscon recognises you!”

The colour suddenly drained from her face. She tried to imagine a tall figure or hulking mass of muscle at one of the parties she hosted. A few Coordinators and guests fit that build, including one with striking patterns on his face. No, this was a silly thought trail, Haze thought, as he was surely meaning The Lucky Catch.

"That's right," she recovered. "I... Uh, my boss is a big fan of your cooking” The response from Sugar reassured her. It was hard to know these days, who was a rabid netizen wanting a million pictures and videos and exclusives, and who was a normal, decent person. Seeing how well this Machamp behaved and was cared for, Sugar seemed like the latter.

[color=pink]“Aw, I’m so gl… Wait a second, I can’t help but think this sure ain’t the time for chatter. I reckon, we ought to find out what’s going on.”[/colour]

"Yo... wazzup..."

Before she could suggest anything, a greeting straight out of a high-school movie entered the space. Without turning her head, she flicked her eyes to a side to observe the newcomer. He was tall, dark and spectacled, backed by a very brave looking hound. Although she knew nothing of this man, she knew the breed of mon at his side, and how picky they were with whom they entrusted their loyalty to. Greeting aside, that alone bode well for him, and based on this detail she tilted her head, and her attention towards him.

"Are you two doing alright? You look awful...

Oh...

"Ah, not in that way! Just physically! I mean mentally! Both are actually looking pretty bad."

...No, he didn't.

"But I mean, no one looks good in situations like this anyways."

The moment the newcomer's chocolate-brown tresses tossed with a chuckle, Haze rounded on him with a hand on her hip and head cocked to a side, ready to relay a response. A glimmer distracted her in a familiar way, and at once she noticed the one she had glimpsed before, with the suit of legendary birds on his shoulders. He made his way through the awakening crowd, waving, and offered comments that diffused Haze's reaction. A giggle tumbled forward quicker than she could repress it, and a rise of bashfulness quickly followed.

"Speaking of which..." He presented a business card, his details in crimson. Haze took it in two fingers, memorised his name and title, and flicked it towards Sugar with a flourish of her wrist. As he offered an introduction and quizzed about the collective nightmare they just shared, she gave him a once-over. It was now understood why his clothes fit just right and shone as brilliantly as they did. He was a tailor. Hopefully his eye was just as sharp for this situation.

"Time has moved and those masked people are likely behind it. We need to find the captain," Haze stated in a flat tone. Her eyes flicked to the Stoutland standing loyally at his trainer's heel. "You, Specks, could your Pokemon pick up the scent of those who were in the judge's booth?"

She looked at the young man a little longer, noticing his grey eyes behind the spectacles, and realised he, too, was from The Lucky Catch. Quite the coincidence. He and Sugar should know where the Captain's Quarters were, or the types of staff who might know where to find them. Again, a thought of food pulled her closer to that maelstrom of hunger. It was him who dispatched her order right before this calamity happened. An order Checkers chewed through in record time. "Darn that rascal"

---

Having diffused the poor timed argument between two other cruise-goers, Jun is able to double-time out of the Lucky Catch.. Only to stop short, looking behind him to see.. Norbert, his Exeggutor, was still trudging at an extremely sedate speed. Jun jogs backwards to rejoin his Pokemon, waving him hurriedly forward. "Norbert! C'mon! Something's seriously goin' wrong here! You gotta mosey!" After giving his Pokemon the skinny on the situation, Jun continues in his sprint towards the safety of the evac point. Weaving through the ship at an accelerated pace, before glancing over his shoulder to see-

No sign of Norbert.

The Coordinator lets out a groan of frustration, and hastily backtracks again, re-weaving through the ship at the same accelerated pace to erase all progress made towards evacuating. He finds Norbert, sitting in a lounge room. "..Haa.. Okay," Jun takes Norbert's Pokeball off his belt, and with a click, returns the psychic palm tree. Having a psychic type with him would have been great, especially if any pieces of ship fell to crush him. Y'know, like what almost happened earlier with that Machamp. But clearly Norbert wasn't feeling suitably motivated for a quick escape.

For the third time, Jun sprints towards safety. Weaving through the maze-like halls of the massive cruise ship, headed towards safety. And because of these delays, when he arrives he catches none of the sinister monologue. Jun enters the stadium in time to barely clock the presence of masked figures, before the world began to shift, and- FLAASH! His vision was overcome by light.

The next thing he knew, it was midday. The masked figures he barely even clocked were gone, and he was left standing at the edge of the stadium, extraordinarily confused.

"...Huh? HUH!?"

Daniel doesn't break his stride as he replies "The infirmary, a masked man set his Mr. Rime on him before vanishing when it suddenly became daytime. He froze the pool with an Avalugg too, though that one I took down, guy might have been an ice specialist or something. You're staff right? What's going on here and where are we?."

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No more passengers were streaming into the stadium. Whether that meant everyone was accounted for or not, Hail wasn't quite sure. Either way, now that the holographic displays were finally cut off, in a manner not too dissimilar to the opening ceremony, people weren't panicking quite as much anymore. That was fortunate. All they had to do now was wait for the captain to–

Hail paused, brows furrowing as he stared up at the judges' panel and the three masked people standing there.

What the...?

“Hello, darlings, this is your captain speaking again, yoo-hoo. For once, can you all just be quiet? My goodness, every time we do this…’

"What the captain means to say is, you are safe, remain calm."

Did they honestly believe anyone would fall for that act? If the fact that neither of them even sounded like the captain wasn't enough to make it clear they weren't who they pretended to be, the masks should be the clincher. They were clearly not supposed to be here and were likely responsible for the ship's trembling from before. Even without Ghast's description, that was easy to tell. He vaguely recognised the masks, though he couldn't put a name to them. It certainly wasn't any of the usual suspects, but he knew their type well.

Their exact motive, on the other hand, was more difficult to determine than their intent. It could have been any number of things. They were on a ship packed to the brim with celebrities and potential up-and-comers, after all.

Well, whatever. He could find out after dealing with them.

With a single well-practised motion and a flash of light, Tank rose. He stood tall and proud behind Hail, awaiting his command. Hail didn't waste any time.

"Tank, you–"

Before he could finish his sentence, the ship shook violently and he lost his balance. His back slammed into the Tyranitar's chest and his vision went white for a few seconds. When his vision cleared, the judges' panel was empty.

Dammit.

"Ty?"

Hail groaned and hoisted himself back to his feet, "I'm fine."

He blinked the spots out of his eyes and straightened his jacket. What was–

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as his mind processed what he was seeing.

The sun was shining on his face. At night.

.... What the hell?

Another man approached the group, and Teddy secretly hoped he would erase his whole interaction from their brain. As he gazed at the man in his very stylish clothes, Teddy thought he looked very familiar. When glanced over read the name on the card, he suddenly recognized the man. Jimmy Recard was a fashion designer that was also from Unova like him. He never owned any of his designs, but they always looked so nice on TV and in the fashion magizines. With as many celebrities he had seen, he probably shouldn't have been so starstrucken. But Teddy was once again. So much so he pretty missed everything he had spoken to the group.

"You, Specks, could your Pokemon pick up the scent of those who were in the judge's booth?" He pulled out of his thoughts by someone clearly addressing him... probably. Once he heard the mentioin of his pokemon, his eyes lit up more than when he realized he had met a famous Unovan fashion designer.

"I'm pretty sure Linus can! He's such a smart, good boy! Yes, you are~" He cooed as he squatted down to rub his fluffy, brown fur. He bumped slightly into Fluffy, who was still in his Stoutland guise snugged closely behind him. "This might be out of your element, Fluffy, but you're a good boy too!" Both responded happily to their trainers overly affectionate praise. Their little tails were wagging.

The young adult attention was lost again in his passion of his adorable dogs. The sudden realization that he had gotten distracted donned on him. Teddy had gotten a requested task for him to do. He snapped up tall in attention.

"Ah, right, booth sniffing! We're on it!" He loudly announced before turning towards it. "Oh and it's Theodore. Or Teddy... if you don't mind..." Teddy gingerly introduced himself and looked into her eyes. Although the young adult averted them quickly as discomfort filled his chest when he recalled his previous exchange. He dashed off with two Stoutlands trailing behind him. The boy was doing a fair job weaving through the remaining crowd. Eventually, he reached his target, and Linus began to sniff the ground. "Any scents you can followed?"

It took a moment before he bark affirmatively and sprinting off. The dog pokemon eventually reached the main entry of the stadium and let out another bark. Once outside of it he sniff the floor again and then pointed in a direction. From Teddy's knowledge it seemed to be in the direction of the Captain's Quarter.

"Looks like the scent is going towards the back of the boat, Miss," Teddy shouted back toward the white-haired lady.

"Yo... wazzup…” - Teddy

Sugar spun around with the speed of a concerned elder sister, she gasped with relief and beckoned Teddy to come closer, "Oh, Teddy! You're safe, thank goodness!" The camaraderie between staff at the Lucky Catch was clear in the way she embraced her co-worker. Although they'd only been at sea for two days, restaurant time runs longer than real time - one hour feels like five in the kitchen. Sugar was glad to see the kid she already considered a little brother.

"Are you two doing alright? You look awful..." - Teddy

The little brat. Rage flooded Sugar's face, a terrible trembling, of a Richter scale they'd not yet experienced aboard the S.S. Lugia thus far rumbled from her frame. She raised her palm like the wide brim of a frying pan, ready to knock Teddy across the head. Garscon whisked her away to the side, smoke venting from Sugar like a burnt meal in an oven. Garscon clicked his fingers four times, once with each hand; with the fourth, Sugar snapped back to composure.

"Hey, glad to see you two made it. Looks like we're all relatively unscathed; your, uh, Machamp's suit here notwithstanding.” - JR

At this point, Machamp was apathetic - it seemed all anyone wanted to talk about was how disheveled he appeared. He rolled his eyes and guided Sugar back to the group. "Oh, hey! I'm so happy you're safe, I still owe you a meal." She said. In front of her were three individuals: one had saved Garscon from severe injury, another had complimented her cooking and the third was her co-worker. She glanced at Garscon, he knew what she was thinking - we have to keep them safe. In the moment, Sugar had fallen behind in the conversation, she chased after Teddy who'd ran off with his pokemon.

"Looks like the scent is going towards the back of the boat, Miss," - Teddy

They stood within the mall-like interior of the ship, shimmering debris scattered throughout the floor like dangerous obstacles. It would take them about thirty minutes to reach the back of the ship - Sugar spotted a large M, advertising a short flight of stairs that lead to the ship's metro line, a single straight railway with three stops: Bow Station, Mid Station and Stern Station. "Let's see if the Metro is safe." she said, taking the stairs down to the platform.

Meanwhile, in the main stadium, a dark cloud of Shuppets had descended on the people lingering atop the clockwork, their blue teardrop eyes pin-pointing on Jun, Joshua and Hail, mysteriously encircling them and the other remaining passengers.

Thankfully they seemed to be relatively okay, yes the infirmary was the best option but they still appeared to be mostly uninjured. Then he shifted his attention to the well-dressed man. A trainer, not one he recognized on the tournament rooster so he was either a surprise or someone just vacationing.

"Johnathan Perez, a journalist here for the tournament, a pleasure to meet you"

Seeing how the other man took care of the downed trainer he released Noche, the Zoroak used enough to his actions that without a word shuffled towards the unconscious Pokemon and started following.

"Tell me, did you perchance see what transcurred, I am afraid I didn't manage to see as much as I would have liked"

They were almost at the infirmary it seems.

Haze Kanoa

Haze tilted her head at the displays between human and mon with a bemused smile. No matter where in the world she went, the bond between sworn partners was universal, needing no language to give it form. On the one side, a man encouraging his furry scouts, and on the other, a mon discouraging his trainer's rage towards said man. She chuckled, their devotion was as clear as the sun that had no business shining so soon after midnight.

"Oh?" she remarked, as the more confident of the two hounds leapt into action, appearing as valiant as any superhero worth their cape, and their trainer behind, himself shining a look reminiscent of an action hero as he introduced himself. She made a note to remember not to address people as snappily as she would back home on the ranch. "Teddy. Teddy? Oh, alright, I guess we're running."

Some short paces later they approached the threshold of a gigantic atrium, its steepled ceiling easily one of, if not the, tallest point of the ship. The floor was covered with broken glass panes and debris, and fortunately nothing else. It would have looked dazzling at night in full glow. Grouping up with two ship employees, albeit hospitality workers, gave Haze some confidence that these directions would hold true. She was grateful, too, for not needing to call her own pokemon into the chaos. Yet.

"Sure, let's go to the dark tunnels," Haze sighed and looked out across the minefield of debris forming an alternate but obviously more difficult path. "These are new sneakers," she lamented quietly. "I hope the subway isn't dirty."

Daniel and those with him finally reached the infirmary, outside it's not much to look at, the wide double doors almost blending into the wall, though a glowing sign above them made them hard to miss (probably a legal requirement, it certainly looked a little out of place), Daniel pressed a button by the doors that sent them swinging open.
The interior was much like any other ships infirmary, very white, carts and stretchers held in place by some mechanism on the floors, a few machines that probably do something important (not that Daniel could guess what) and a doorway leading further back, though an arrow pointing left is all that's visible beyond the threshold. What was noticeably missing was whoever normally manned the front desk, in fact when the sound of footsteps faded, it was oddly silent within.
"I suppose the staff might have evacuated when the speakers said to, no reason to stay if there's no patients, but you'd think one of them would have made it here before us."
While Daniel muses aloud, Alakazam deposits Ace on one of the stretchers.
"Anyone know what to do now? My medical knowledge extends no further than spraying Full Restores on my team."