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Dysfunctionland!
A dilapidated series of amusement park rides and buildings.
Who knows what you might find underneath these dusty tents and behind closed doors...
Round One Hundred Seventeen
You take the bucket and the brush and start moving around, pushing piles of dirt around aimlessly as you try to spy any sign of a Murkrow or Honchkrow. The various acts look at you differently, some smiling and saying curt but friendly hellos, others nodding to acknowledge your presence. Other however grunt or turn their noses up at you, and a few even move away when you approach them, as though you smell bad or they just don't want to be near you. A small group of Snubulls wearing jet packs and roller skates stares at you whilst whispering to themselves. You sweep a pile of sand nearby and strain to listen in.
"I thought they hired a Throh as the new Janitor"
"You can't rely on Fighting types to do menial labour."
"But a human? And a pokemon trainer at that? We should complain!"
"Complain? Are you insane?! Don't you know what happened to the last 'mon that complained? They went through the black doors and never came back out again.
"Hey is that human eavesdropping on us...?
You panic at the last comment and start brushing more rapidly, but still hear the Snubulls getting closer.
"Roll call for the Skydancing Snubulls!" A high pitched voice calls out "You're on in five! Don't keep the big man waiting!"
The Snubulls hesitate then walk off grumbling. You wait until they were all gone and turn only to find yourself looking down at a small green pokemon covered in lots of flowers.
"I hope those guys didn't upset you." she said. Her voice was high pitched just like the roll caller. "They think they're the stars of the show, so they don't like anyone that much."
"No they didn't. And uh, thanks."
"No problem. You're new here I see that." she beckons you to come closer, and you have to get right down on your knees to listen as she whispers into your ear "Let me give you a bit of advice. Get out of here, whilst your still your own man. Don't let the Krow's get a hold over you, or you'll always be in their debt."
You stare at her for a second, and she looks deadly serious. The sound of footsteps getting nearer spooks her and she squickly smacks you in the face. Not hard, but enough to shock you.
"Look at this floor!" she shrieks. The footsteps stop and a shadow looms over you, but you can't see who or what it is. "Look at it! How am I meant to dance properly with all this dust being kicked up? You need to earn your keep boy, get back to work!"
- Now what?