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Nate stared blankly up at the guy's hand for a moment. This was... the Steven impersonator. Definitely not Steven Stone. Definitely not former Hoenn champion Steven Stone asking if he was doing okay. That would be absurd. Leave aside the fact that this entire day so far had been absurd, that was...

Mightyena's attack knocked the umbreon flying, and then both it and the espeon scampered off to protect their trainer. Nate groaned and let his head fall back against the deck for a moment. Then some huge pokémon roared, an impact shook the deck, and Nate got a nice light splash of seawater from...

Hell. That had actually been easier than Nate was expecting. Nate stared down dumbly at the guy who'd crumpled at his feet. He should probably do something about the kn-- Then the pokémon struck. Nate landed on his back with enough force that he saw stars, an umbreon snarling on his chest. The...

There was certainly no way Nate was winning any races these days, and it was frankly a miracle that he was able to keep the coat-wearing pair in sight. Thankfully the tall one decided to take a bit of time to stand around and gloat and play with his knife instead of going for the throat. Idiot...

Nate had honestly been ready to leave without even getting a damn drink. It had looked like things were settling down with Prim and the woman who definitely wasn't a kid (what had the Wallace guy called her? Odette, or something?), but then "Wallace" had fallen down and had some kind of fit, and...

"Whoah, hey." Nate raised a hand in a soothing gesture. "That was my bad. You're right, I shouldn't have assumed nothing." Something about the prostate thing seemed familiar. He smiled without knowing why. He'd put it down to turnabout, he supposed. Here was somebody who didn't take no shit...

Nate jumped at the girl's sudden yell. What the actual fuck? Was it him or did the lights just--? "Uh, sorry?" he said. Jesus. People around here sure were goddamn touchy. What happened to a fucking fun and relaxing cruise, huh? "I thought you were all, like, not wanting to start shit?"

Nate smirked when the woman--Prim, apparently, whatever the hell kind of name that was--gagged on the tequila. She might talk a good game, but that was pretty damn pathetic. Now, he might have been willing to let things go after the tequila shot and all. Prim had made enough of a fool of...

[[ omg, kyeugh, I’m dying ]] The bar turned out to be a more lively place than Nate had been hoping for, not that he should have been surprised. What the hell else was there to do on a cruise besides get sloshed and lie around by the pool or whatever? Nate hunched his shoulders and pulled his...

Mightyena's ears perked up. So the steel-type had been to Kanto! It made sense that he talked about the mountains. It really was too bad that Steelix wasn't here, or Graveler. They always enjoyed talking about rock stuff. A strong Mightyena, though. That was way more interesting. Mightyena's...

"Oh, my trainer's with me! He's doing boring human stuff, though. He said I should go have fun." Mightyena guessed the steel-type's trainer must be one of the humans being loud nearby. She wondered briefly what they were getting so worked up about, but the thought passed almost immediately. It...

[[ Thus making it even more of a mystery how Nate got involved... ]] Of course it would be a fucking boat. Nate scowled up at the huge cruise liner. If that weird ring thing could teleport him here, it could damn well teleport him all the way to the fucking island. Instead there was supposed...