38F: Lord Moon the Fourth
Yesterday's Eliminations
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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?
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THIRTY-EIGHTH FLOOR
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.
Least fearful: ;319; :510: ;455; ;036; ;119; ;326; ;317; :496: ;432; ;277; ;178; ;416;
Least fearful: ;359; ;082; ;122; ;291; ;253; ;356; ;058; ;124; ;221; ;297; ;164; ;354;
Most high-tech: ;171; ;113; ;210; ;286; ;256; ;203; :594:
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