Dr. Wily II placed his right hand onto Mewtwo's right shoulder. "I believe they are already on their way. However they were also worried about you. So the best way to return their concern, is to get some proper rest." Dr. Wily II slowly eased Mewtwo into the bunk bed, and picked up the melted ice pack. "You. Lie down. I'll get you a new ice pack."
Mewtwo rubbed his head with one hand. "Perhaps I could work on making that regenerative ability voluntary..."
Out in the lobby, Quickie watched the maintenance crew put up large pieces of plywood across the entrance. One of the workers came over to Nurse Joy, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "Tomorrow, we'll start tearing out the wall. Until then, we'll cordon off the lobby to keep people from getting hurt."
Nurse Joy nodded. "I'll make up signs to direct people to the side entrance..." She turned away and booted up a word-processing program.
"You take it easy, ma'am," the worker nodded and returned to his crew to finish up.
Quickie bit her bottom lip and made her way to the vending machines. She plunked in a few coins and bought a soda, despite the fact that she had one already back in her room. Popping the tab and taking a drink, she hoped that no one would connect her to Mewtwo, as she did not want to have to not only explain him, but whatever lack of responsibility would be pinned on her. Problem was, Nurse Joy knew. Quickie cast a nervous sidelong glance to Nurse Joy, hoping she won't confront her about Mewtwo.
Joe shook his head. "Of course I didn't mean just us. Like they said, strength in numbers. I believe there are a lot of people that share the same sentiments. We gather all of them, and confront it! If not... Its trainer!!"
The second trainer nodded. "Nurse Joy might know who the trainer is."
"Nice try, but she won't violate her oath unless she has to," the first trainer shook his head.
"Well, if the Pokemon is causing damage and the trainer isn't controlling it, then she has to do
something," the third trainer protested, "remember what happened with the Arcanine?"
"Yeah," the first trainer nodded, "we
could talk to her, I guess..."
"You know, say we're concerned. I mean, look at the place," the second trainer nodded over his shoulder, "they boarded up the entrance."
The third trainer shook his head. "I'm not going in there like some mob, though. We need to do this right."
"Yeah," the second trainer nodded, "I seen enough TV, mobs are dumb."
"Okay," the first trainer checked his Pokenav, "okay, Granbully72 says that a lot of trainers are hiding out in their rooms, cause that blast. And RegiRox says that the news has posted a sketch of the Pokemon that caused the blast. ShayminSeeker says that there's no information on this thing's trainer, and RyhornRider45 says that police are looking for its trainer."
"So, we go to Nurse Joy and tell her that?" the second trainer asked.
"I think we should," the first trainer nodded, thumbing a message into his Pokenav, "I'm gonna ask..." After a moment, he glanced up. "Yeah, got a post saying we should."
The third trainer nodded and started for the Pokemon Center. "Then, let's go." The other two trainers gathered their things and followed him.
Merrick and Tarot Skitty eventually reached Pal Park, deciding this to be a good place to debunk rumors without being seen. He looks around to make sure no one's noticed an unusually white Skitty before heading inside and through the lobby, finding himself in the tall grass of the field.
"I have a feeling this is going to be a nightmare waiting to happen...." he grumbles as he takes Tarot Skitty through the tall grass in search of other trainers lurking about the area.
Two young trainers, a boy and a girl, lurked through the field, Park Balls in hand. The girl was muttering "come out, come out wherever you are," while her companion was shushing her, saying that she'll scare the Pokemon away.