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Jimmy stared up at the masked figures as the orchestra finally fell. At least he could think mostly clearly now. There was something strange about their outfits. He felt as though he had seen them somewhere before. The news? An old fasion magazine? Jimmy quickly took out his sketchbook, letting his hand fly as he jotted down sketches of what he could see. Unfortunately, he couldn't see much from this distance, just their masks. It would have to do. Jimmy's eyes focused on every last detail he could, before moving on to the next mask.

Unfortunately for Jimmy, he would only get a rough outline before one of his legs gave out from under him as the ship violently shuddered, and he was met face to face with the spinning gears underneath the glass stadium floor. They began to turn faster and faster, the ship shaking all the while, before he was suddenly blasted in the face by an intense white light, knocking him to his back.

He jolted awake suddenly, finding himself on the floor of the stadium, sketchbook and pencil in hand. As he looked down at what he had drawn, it suddenly occurred to him that it was daytime now. The sun was high in the sky, shining down midday light onto the exotic cruise ship. Getting to his feet, he looked around at his surroundings. It seems like everyone else had the same confused look on their faces. Who were those guys? Why was it daytime? Was this some sort of holographic sun like the Pokémon he had encountered before? His eyes then settled on the pink uniform of the waitress he had met earlier, as well as the burly Machamp near her. Garçon, was it?

Jimmy took a few wobbly steps in their direction as he finally caught his stride, and it looked as though a few others had crowded around, too. He waved a hand as he approached, the gold and silver embroidery on his suit now glittering in the shining midday sun. [color=orange]"Hey, glad to see you two made it. Looks like we're all relatively unscathed; your, uh, Machamp's suit here notwithstanding."[/color] Jimmy gave a half hearted laugh in attempt to break the tension to the rest of the group. [color=orange]"Speaking of which..."[/color] Jimmy reached into an inner suit pocket, and produced an elegant eggshell white business card. It detailed his name, occupation, and contact information in a deep crimson color. He extended it towards the small group with a pair of fingers. [color=orange]"My name is Jimmy Recard. It's nice to meet you all. You guys, uh, have any idea on what might've just happened?"[/color]