Drops of Rebeca's infernal concoction splattered on everyone nearby, including one particularly devilish drop in the mayor's mouth. The man's entire face watered as he grunted in pain. He tried to drown out the heat, but alcohol hardly did anything except fuel the flames. The mayor was a trooper and did his best to stay focused on the situation at hand through his tears, but he would be practically out of commission for a while.

Justine stood up when her Pokemon was violently tossed through the front door. The thin woman glanced back and forth between Porygon-Z and Lucas. Though the expression on her face remained neutral, a red flush began to appear.

Porgon-Z rolled out of Rebeca's meal. The virtual Pokemon could feel no pain from the peppers nor the beating it had received, but its sensors detected a potentially dangerous substance in the meal that prompted it to move away. Porygon-Z lay on its back and stared up at the ceiling for several seconds.

"Intru---! --truder!" the Pokemon announced, static drowning out some of its speech. "---tile un----orized person--- in --- vi---ity." After its warning, Porygon-Z seemed content to chill right there on the table.

Ms. Huang took a step out from the table, standing stick straight with her chin slightly raised. She looked around at all the avatars and gave Lucas an especially long, stony gaze. Finally, she spoke. Frigid, subtle, and dangerous, like the voice of frost.

"I don't know your definition of 'peace'," Justine began, addressing Lucas. "But here in Mauville City, that word does not include attacking guards or destroying doors." Now, the woman turned slightly to address the whole table. "Neither does it include theft, threats, or street brawls. I understand that all of you have been blessed with powers beyond my comprehension. However much or little your respective Pokemon dominates your being, I recognize that some part of you is accustomed to ruling something."

"However," the CEO continued, "you are not in charge of Mauville City. That job belongs to the Mayor..." At this, Justine gestured toward the portly man, whose face had started to fade from beet red to fire truck red. "...And, to a lesser extent, myself. We and our predecessors worked hard to build up this city, and if it gets destroyed, we mere humans can't simply poof it back together."

Ms. Huang frowned as her voice raised slightly in volume and pitch.

"This festival was meant to welcome and celebrate the avatars. But we have the right and authority to ban anyone who threatens public safety. If you cannot use your powers for constructive purposes, I ask you to leave this festival-- and this city-- before we must resort to criminal charges."