
Location: Ocean Pier -> Yacht
Timeframe: Morning
Vitesse felt annoyed by her fellow attendees' interest over her Mantine. The excitement she would've once felt at such a challenge—to prove her own prowess against the man's Salamence—had long since dissipated. It reminded her of her fans; those who only showed interest in her skills and not her as a person.
The Machamp meanwhile ate the offered puff treat with eagerness, replying with a upbeat "Machamp!" as a thank you. It then reached downwards with each of its four arms, and picked up what luggage that the guests hadn't already brought aboard the ship. Despite the weight of the luggage, the Pokémon made light work of it as the luggage was carried up the ramp that linked the luxury yacht to the pier, almost as if it was making a show of its strength for the captain's guests.
"I'll try," Vitesse responded to André, shrugging her shoulders with indifference as the captain finished checking off his list. Sliding her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, she proceeded to follow him and his Machamp on board.
As she stepped on the yacht, Vitesse looked around the boat and took it all in. As expected, the ship was top-of-the-line, perfectly suitable for a group of rich, famous types. Fanciful, expensive furniture, made from the finest Pokémon-friendly materials available, decorated the yacht. There was even a sizeable bottle of Shuckle Juice, chilled in a ice bath, along with a helping of Tropius bananas, Lentali fluffruit and other such snacks for the guests to enjoy. Clearly, the Pokétopia Foundation pulled out all the stops to make the ride as enjoyable as they possibly could for their star attendees.
Yet for Vitesse, once you've seen all the stops pulled before, you've seen it all. One too many trips to Hotel Ionia, and all the excitement and magic doesn't seem as impressive as it once did.
"The guest rooms are down below." The captain announced the group, while the Machamp took a flight of stairs to the ship's quarters. "My partner will ensure your belongings are delivered to your quarters, so feel free to make yourself at home with our amenities. I'll be upstairs in the bridge if any of you need anything."
With that, the captain disappeared up top, leaving the group to do as they pleased.
Taking the lead, Vitesse was among the first to move from the crowd, and over to where the assorted snack trays had been delicately placed. She grabbed two of the fluffruit from the tray, and began to head back outside onto the yacht's deck.
"I'll be outside," Vitesse explained to no one in particular. She hadn't a strong urge to hang with any of her fellow attendees, nor take in all the fanciful offerings laid out for them to partake in. "I guess."
The Machamp meanwhile ate the offered puff treat with eagerness, replying with a upbeat "Machamp!" as a thank you. It then reached downwards with each of its four arms, and picked up what luggage that the guests hadn't already brought aboard the ship. Despite the weight of the luggage, the Pokémon made light work of it as the luggage was carried up the ramp that linked the luxury yacht to the pier, almost as if it was making a show of its strength for the captain's guests.
"I'll try," Vitesse responded to André, shrugging her shoulders with indifference as the captain finished checking off his list. Sliding her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, she proceeded to follow him and his Machamp on board.
As she stepped on the yacht, Vitesse looked around the boat and took it all in. As expected, the ship was top-of-the-line, perfectly suitable for a group of rich, famous types. Fanciful, expensive furniture, made from the finest Pokémon-friendly materials available, decorated the yacht. There was even a sizeable bottle of Shuckle Juice, chilled in a ice bath, along with a helping of Tropius bananas, Lentali fluffruit and other such snacks for the guests to enjoy. Clearly, the Pokétopia Foundation pulled out all the stops to make the ride as enjoyable as they possibly could for their star attendees.
Yet for Vitesse, once you've seen all the stops pulled before, you've seen it all. One too many trips to Hotel Ionia, and all the excitement and magic doesn't seem as impressive as it once did.
"The guest rooms are down below." The captain announced the group, while the Machamp took a flight of stairs to the ship's quarters. "My partner will ensure your belongings are delivered to your quarters, so feel free to make yourself at home with our amenities. I'll be upstairs in the bridge if any of you need anything."
With that, the captain disappeared up top, leaving the group to do as they pleased.
Taking the lead, Vitesse was among the first to move from the crowd, and over to where the assorted snack trays had been delicately placed. She grabbed two of the fluffruit from the tray, and began to head back outside onto the yacht's deck.
"I'll be outside," Vitesse explained to no one in particular. She hadn't a strong urge to hang with any of her fellow attendees, nor take in all the fanciful offerings laid out for them to partake in. "I guess."