Orre politics was too disheartning on their own.
Under the table, Glover had set out a small buffet for People and Pokemon alike. On the far table was a steaming loaf under a protective glass. A sign read Sweet Poffins mixed with Revival Herbs for after the match. A door to the left was marked "Private Residence", but one to the right lead to a living room sized lounge area. Another TV on a stand was turned off, and next to it was a computer for last minute changes. And in the back: An Elevator. A pointed hand facing the door said "To the Gym."
Taking the elevator down lead to a cavernous room. It was far and away much bigger than regulation. The stripes painted in the floor overlapped two side-by-side match arenas with one going across: Two Gym leaders could have their fights at the same time without bothering each other, and STILL have plenty of room. In fact, many were sure the Hoenn Legendaries could duke it out down here, and no one would be the wiser.
The whole sytructure looked like a hanger, aside from being undergorund with a small house on top of it. A hatch in the far ceiling looked like where the Groudon statue was, that must have been how the vehicles; a small walking tank and a submarine chief among them, invented down here were removed. The number of doors lining the walls were almost as overhwleming, were the rooms off this one as big? How much stuff could one have to need that many closets?