Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding ( Read more... )

Scattered around the park are four smallish glass bottles filled with a mysterious liquid (tasting deliciously of cherry tart, custard, pinapple, roast turkey, toffy, and hot buttered toast). A paper label is attached to each, with the words "DRINK ME" beautifully printed on it in large letters ( Read more... )

( Bulletin Announcement!!!!!! )

( Do you remember a sailor long ago? )

((Hey, someone with the ability to speak something other than Pika-language might be useful, as Ash has no idea what's going on still ;) ))Now that the baffling welcoming period was over and Ash had been reunited with Pikachu, Ash was determined to follow the advice he'd assumed the mouse had given him-- that the best place to catch Pokemon was in ( Read more... )

Ash looks around in bewilderment when he arrives in front of the gates. "Huh? Where am I?" Then he glanced to his shoulder and to the ground, noticing that not only was he alone in an unfamiliar place when he should have been on the road on his way to see Professor Ivy, but Pikachu was no where to be found. "Pikachu! Misty, Brock, where'd you go?"

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