;_; Luxio and Galvantula... It's a bad day for Electric types. Like, really bad.
Fanciest: ;297; (Yup, big fat sumo is the fanciest thing ever. Don't judge my logic.)
Most attractive: :573:
Most attractive: :594:
Most attractive: :496:
Most classy: ;253;
Most classy: ;457;
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Hitmonchan is the first Pokémon to have ever been thrown out of a competition because of a bad credit rating. Meanwhile, Whiscash smashes some couches in the furniture store. Pur is voted to look better than Sandslash, and thus, for now, I have left the "ugly" out of its name.
The elevator ride up here was a little rough. Everyone was loudly jabbering about the upcoming show in the theatre, and one customer got royally ticked off. The words "He's the worst glitch-darned performer I've ever seen" resound in your ears as you step off on 37F.
Not that you're the only one who's had to deal with anger issues. Chansey, owner of the Casual Café beside the elevator, has taken to throwing eggs at rowdy Face-Offers from the kitchen. Oddly enough, another egg sails past you from somewhere above as you leave the Café. The flying eggs are soon joined by sandwiches and all manner of Apricorns. This must be the food court.
Loud groans of disgust and revenge erupt in front of the "Rainforest Ristorante," a jungle-themed diner on your left. Its cooks, Breloom and Tropius, explode with laughter as they hit the invaders in front of them with rotten fruit. If I were a Pokémon, I would not want to be defeated that way. Dusclops, however, has better luck serving its clients at "One-Eyed Jack's Grill" to your right.
Only Swalot avoids the brawl's carnage, fixed placidly under a "Food Court Seating" sign... in a strangely empty place. Seems it's eaten all the furniture around it as well as the food.
A large archway stands at the north end of the food court, decorated with another long electronic ticker advertising the latest show. "Welcome to our theatre..." says a Vespiquen in a captivating voice. "Care for any of my honey treats...?" This is the best theatre you've seen so far, even by human standards. A poster advertises "Kakuna Rattata," as well as the upcoming animated blockbuster "Wreck-It Ralts." But right now, no one has eyes for anyone but Lord Moon the Fourth.
There is no elevator out of here, just a wide, backward-curved staircase leading up into the theatre's seats. Small, shabby stands line the staircase and offer some last-minute movie snacks. Is there something disturbing about a bacon stand being run by a Piloswine? Or is it just you?
:591: ;457; ;357; :531: :573: :581: ;189;
With Alomomola in its wake, it looks like Girafarig has finally found a palindromic pal. Both move on, into the same room. Oddly enough, it seems Tropius has been grossed out by its own rotten-head-of-lettuce attack; it runs away with Lumineon in tow. Meanwhile, Audino goes down... but at least it got to eat a last (indoor) meal at One-Eyed Jack's, eh?
Reaching a door at the top of the stairs, you enter the Neo Mall's 2,000-seat theatre. You're confused by this, since that's about three times the Arcology's total population. You suspect they're afraid somebody is going to use Double Team... and the "illusory copies" won't have anywhere to sit. Your suspicion is confirmed as you look up at the large "ILLUSIONS ONLY" sign hanging over your seat.
After a while, you find the carnival-style masks bought by all the moviegoers earlier, and thus find a section suitable for real, physical Pokémon. However, you sit down directly in front of an Absol and Sharpedo who are wearing shades, caps and red-and-black suits and are obviously up to no good.
"Tonight," says Sharpedo through a mouthful of popcorn. "Tonight, we rule this place, and the Arcology shall be ours!" You suspect it's only being pretentious, until you notice it is holding an army-green case which appears to be marked "BLACK HOLE GENERATOR." Two fearful, masked Pokémon flee the scene on the spot.
"Fear us..." Absol hisses, keeping its voice low but still clearly audible to all. "We're LM4's greatest fans. We are LM4's army, and we shall control you and all the other valiant Arconauts." A brief pause follows this announcement. OK, you've heard of uber-fans, but this is ridiculous.
"Don't you dare rat on us, because we are the law. LM4 will lead us to supremacy. This show is just a tri--"
"Ladies, gentlemen and genderless," intones a voice booming through a loudspeaker, drowning out Absol's last words of warning. "Please take your seats. The show will commence in a few minutes. I will ask all of you to remain seated as we present the Pokémon universe's next up-and-coming comedian, Lord Moon the-- *slice* OW! *slam* AARGH! *slice* We are currently experiencing some-- AIIIGH!-- technical difffff-- bzzzzxxxxxor--" You look up to see the stage already invaded by some of the film's feistier visitors.
Lanturn quickly locates the problem: a Face-Offing Pokémon who has just burst onto the stage and doesn't know which end of the microphone is the talking end. Or anything else about technology. This is an I-D-ten-tee error. But it's up to you to choose who the ID10T is.
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Xatu can predict the future, but runs away, alongside Growlithe, as it foresees a bitter future. Chansey also meets an untimely demise here due to its lack of programming knowledge.
As the technical difficulties with the microphone are finally sorted out, the show's master of ceremonies takes the stage again. "Apologies for that short interruption, folks," says Lanturn. "Visitors to the Neo Mall, please welcome--" Its words are cut off (again), however, by a loud ringtone.
"And what's this?" asks Lanturn, squinting at the screen of an odd-looking smartphone and reading in an increasingly crazed tone. "A Sky Key has been located... right here... on... stage!"
Lanturn gasps and retreats into a backstage door as a small but vicious horde of Pokémon tramples down the aisles, aiming for the metallic glint below. Someone stamps down, hard, on the stage, creating a gaping hole that you can only hope LM4 won't fall through when it does its stand-up comic act.
This popularity contest could be the fiercest one so far. Whoever receives the most votes will get a backstage pass... to the elevator. It will then jump automatically to the next Sky Lobby, located on 60F.
So vote now. This offer may not be repeated. Vote now.