COORDINATION CONTEST [SEASON 1, CONTEST 1]

[White Queen]

Good day to you all, friends, patrons of the arts, competitors, family -- I welcome you to our first Coordination Contest of this fine season. With no intent on bragging, I should say that I'm duly impressed by the turn-out, and would like to commend you for your efforts.

That said, allow the games to begin.

The theme of the contest -- have I not mentioned this before? oh, pity -- is Royalty. I do hope you have worked hard in order to secure a performance that reflects such.

The first portion of the contest is the Showing round, which, for the uninitiated, entails you bringing out your pokemon -- dressed to suit the theme. I hope your efforts bring fruit in this regard.

You have until Tuesday, September 25th to arrive, as it were. But if we are all here before then, well I suppose we can move along ahead of schedule.

Good luck. You very well may need it.

- - - - WQ

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[OLDDIRK]

Dirk: Present Squarewave.

"If you look closely, you'll notice three paragons of amethyst jewels inlaid on the the three spikes at the front of Squarewave's crown. The crown itself is 5 karat gold and the lining at the bottom is sterling silver."

By "paragons of amethyst jewels" you mean purple plastic gems you bought from a toy store for a few pokedollars, and by “5 karat gold” and “sterling silver” you mean a plastic crown painted gold and silver. You hope the judges picked up on your sarcasm.

”Squarewave’s hoodie is purple, the color of royalty since classical antiquity. The ostentatious bling hanging down from his neck reads “Prince”, suggesting a twist on the theme: this Pokemon is not royalty, but he thinks he is.”

You bought the plastic bling for 25 tickets at an arcade years ago. You had no idea it was in your backpack until you found it while desperately looking for accessories.

”Finally, I bring to your attention the ring: A red stone with a cross engraved on it, surrounded by rhinestones. This is a significantly cheaper model of the Stuart Coronation Ring. Squarewave claims to be king using this cheap knockoff, but no one takes him seriously. All in all, I’d describe this outfit as ghetto fabulous.”

[Nepeta Leijon]

Enter Pounce De Leon the Purrloin
Purple, the usual color to represent royals, of course is the color of Pounce's pelt.
On her head is a gold-colored king crown, its shape is relatively basic, a thick center and three points at the front. The crown is made out of stock paper, taped together where the ends meet. A ruby-like gem, probably plastic, is taped onto the front, the tape being folded in a crafty way so it is not visible.
She adorns a white beard, which is fluffed out, maybe a little too much.
Looking at her face, she carries a confident grin, with her eyes saying loud and clear, “vanity”.
Lastly, she brings with her a red cape, white fur surrounding the edges. The end drags on the floor slightly, a little over an inch.

[Aranea Serket]

At first glance you might not have believed that she was royalty but of course not everyone needs a golden or silver crown.

Adorning a crown of feathers this fox hails from the beloved Pinwheel Forest, known for it's lush green plant life and pokemon galore.

Her flowers are all hand picked and weaved into her fluffy tail that is as soft as any silk cape. Her beaded bracelets hail from the many festivals and events held in the glorious Castelia City.

She may not be your average looking princess but don't be fooled by her more common appearance, her personality and manners make up for it.

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee and BR's collective approach to the theme was a bit unorthodox, considering that the shuppet didn't appear to be sporting any legitimate accessories, but nevertheless surprisingly creative for the two of them. Gamzee had applied facepaint to his pokemon in a bit of a warpaint fashion resembling that of a lion's skull. The little shuppet found himself so pissed off by the indignity of having greasepaint smeared on it (Buddy Rich was much too serious a pokemon to enjoy dress-up in the least) that he spent his stagetime growling, unintentionally adding to the illusion a bit. In addition, the actual body of the shuppet had been splattered with varying hues of what one could only hope was paint, somewhat reminescent of a certain purple tyrant. Jesus dick that's creepy. Gamzee himself didn't actually say much of anything to present his pokemon, instead just standing by BR's side and grinning, letting the design speak for itself.

[OLDROXY]

It was evident Roxy had not really come prepared for the contest. She stumbled into the hall late, and not quite sober, Hermione anxiously trotting behind her. She was sporting what looked to be a witch’s hat, although it was clumsily made out of paper. There were a few “gems” on it, but anyone with a sharp eye could easily tell they were merely shards of glass, probably from the bottle of whatever the hell it was Roxy had just been drinking. She was wearing a rather fetching scarf too, though what that had to do with the theme was uncertain.

She looked a little ridiculous, but Hermione was in fact used to contests, having done one of two under her previous trainer, (the one Roxy had “liberated” her from). The Skitty’s head was proudly in the air, and she was taking great care not to let the “hat” fall from her head.

“Sup y’all. This is Hermioneigh. She’s not actually a princess, she’s just your average workin’ class fuckin’ Skitty. But she has an IMAGINATION and in her dreams, she’s the most beautiful princess out there. Also she’s magic, because c’mon, who doesn’t dream they have magical powers and shit. That’s why it’s a paper hat. Girl’s playing pretend.”

Well, and Roxy had had only decided to enter the contest last minute, and had no real accessories to speak of.

[Meulin Leijon]

A trumpet sounds a short fanfare. A red carpet rolls across the stage, unfurling to prepare the way for the paws that pad across it the following moment.

A Shinx marches his way up the carpet, from backstage to front. Adorning his form is a light-purple cloak, a silver crown, and a confident expression upon his face.

As he takes position at the front of the carpet, Meulin makes an appearance behind him, to the side of the carpet - dressed as an assistant to the throne.



"Introducing, Purrince Atom, son of King Myles."
Atom stands tall, lifting his head and pushing his chest out. Closing his eyes and grinning proudly, the Shinx just exudes regality.
"The young purrince is in line to inherit the throne, and each passing day pushes him fur-ther toward the day he will be crowned king. Pride swells in the purrince regarding his pawsition, but undpurrneath the furmal appurrance he's groomed to display, Purrince Atom is incredibly excited fur the coming day!!"


(Don't worry, the two aren't having delusions of grandeur! They're just acting, to play the part to the fullest!)

[Wayward Vagabond]

A Carapace dressed in rags rushed into the contest hall, an irritated Illumise flying in behind him. It seemed the former vagabond and newly-elected Mayor of Saffron City, loved by all the residents, was late. And for his very first official job, too! Truly, his timing was horrible. Good thing the Showing round was being recorded and he would still be able to judge.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to collect himself, and took his place at the judges table, before coughing.

"Hem hem. Sorry I'm late! It seems the Showing round is finished? Well then, let us move on to the Display portion of the contest! For those not in the know," (which the Mayor himself wasn't up until he read the rules last night), "in this section, you show off your Pokemon's moves. It can create a story, be set to music or just show off your Pokemon. Whatever you like! Points are awarded for creativity. You, um, may begin."

He coughed again, before sitting down at his seat.

[OLDROXY]

Roxy had sobered up somewhat during the break, it seemed! When she re-entered she was still not walking with complete grace, but at least she was traveling in a straight line. Hermione trotted in behind her, shitty paper hat still in place on her head.

With a name like Hermione, there was only one piece of music Roxy deemed fitting. She blasted it out of her Pokégear and began to tell a… STORY.

“So, you may remember that bullshit backstory I came up with for Hermione before the break. A normal Skitty with PRINCESSY DREAMS, like that wasn’t a huge fuckin’ cliché anyone could’ve seen coming.” The Skitty in question jumped out from behind her trainer, putting her move Fake Out to good use and clapping her paws together as the music began to play. It was quite the dramatic entrance, only her hat fell off so Roxy had to quickly pick it up and place it back on the cat’s head.

The Skitty continued to clap her paws along with the music after her entrance, while utilising her ability to Sing. The sound of a cat meowing along to the Harry Potter theme tune filled the Contest Hall. Truly stunning.

“In her dreams, Hermione is a wizard princess, despite the fact that wizards arte supposed to be male, because the person creating this fantasy is a Skitty who doesn’t know any better. And in this dream world she’s totally cute, adored by all. Wizards from far and wide fight for her hand in marriage.”

Hermione continued to Sing, adding a flirtatious wonk and wiggling her tail cutely. That was how to Attract a following! And was definitely the sort of behavior befitting an adorable wizard princess.

“BUT! All fantasies must come to an end,” Roxy gasped dramatically as the music began to increase in tempo, the Skitty’s music trailing off, “after all, you can’t just live in some shitty wizardfic all the time when there is battling to be doing and contests to be winning. (Like this one, WINKWINK.) Sometimes you gotta give yourself a harsh dose of REALITY. Kinda like when you take a cold shower the morning after a mad party to wake yourself up, or when you enter a competition without preparing shit and have to throw together some BS at the last minute.”

Hermione glanced at Roxy reluctantly, before Doubleslapping herself across the face and then shaking her head, miming coming to her senses. Roxy quickly turned the music off, hoping this would convey the sense of being shook back into the real world. The two of them bowed, gave the audience a wink in unison, and left the stage.

[Eridan Ampora]

A pair of eyes glared from the gallery, watching with barely restrained rage. There she was, parading around like a drunken Unfezant. Wait, it's the male Unfezant that are tacky and flamboyant, isn't it? Like a drunken Jellicent then, with her twee little Skitty by her side, the two of them both nauseatingly pink.

And what was that? Wizards. She dared speak of wizards. He couldn't believe her, peddling that kind of hoofbeast shit onto the impressionable young minds in the audience. Dreams? Why dream of lies?

He bit his lip. He couldn't challenge her here. He'd showed up late to the contest, and besides, he still needed a replacement cape.

"I'll get you next time, wwizard girl," he swore, fading back into the shadows.

Well, trying to fade into the shadows. Mostly he just walked back out the front door of the Contest Hall. But he did it... dramatically.

[Ms. Paint]

'Of all day's to be late!!!' Ms. Paint hurried through the Hall, noticing that there wasn't a soul out, so it was well underway. She tugged her head scarf back against her shell and scurried through the back of the stage, hiding from the lights so that no one noticed her late entrance.

When she finally slipped in behind the Judge's table, she sat beside the Mayor and gave him a quiet "I'm so terribly sorry for being late, Mister Mayor!" She shot a small glare at the Smeargle whom was dragging his paint-covered tail around the floor behind her, a long red trail of what she assumed was blood. Andrew what is with you and all this blood. Gotta remember to take away your red paint privileges as soon as this was over.

She handed the Smeargle a Toblerone and that seemed to satiate his blood rant. All for the best. She turned her back to the painter and faced the pokemon displays with a small smile. They all looked wonderful.

[Aranea Serket]

Aranea had to admit she was a tad bit nervous about the contest now that she had seen such a splendid show from the blonde girl and her Skitty. Quite the act to try and trump, and she only wished she had gone first now. Thinking about it a long moment she straightened her collar and leaned down, straightening out Xinli's ribbon as they prepared to go on stage. As soon as they were called she began to walk, the Eevee trotting next to her, trying to remain as graceful as her trainer. Gog those lights were always so bright. "Alright just as we planned." She murmurs to the Eevee as they climb up on stage and she stops letting Xinli approach the center stage. The little Eevee gave the crowd a small bow before turning to the judges and bowing towards them as well before facing forward.

Aranea heard the music begin to start, feeling a tad bit calmer from it as she began. "Today I'll tell you a story, one of a wish and a good ending for all." Aranea started, not sure if she could make something better than the person before her. "Better yet, I'll allow Xinli to show you." She takes a small breath. The Eevee nods and begins to run around in a circle, brushing her tail against the floor and causing the dust to follow her much like it would on a windy day.

"It was a windy day- one that she'd never forget." Aranea started as the Eevee quickly jumped in the middle of the circle she had made, the dust slowly beginning to settle on the floor. Xinli then reared back and raised her front paws in front of her. "But one can't sit by and not help those in need, the ones who were being blown away by the wind." Aranea continued as Xinli ran forward to the edge of the platform and looked out to everyone. "Their town had always been plagued by the winds, threatening all in their path." The Eevee looked to another Pokemon in the crowd and nodded.

"And she couldn't help but try and lend a helping hand." Xinli reached a paw out towards the Pokemon in the stands, using her Helping Hand in the Pokemon's direction. "The road towards a safer home was long and hard, filled with many obstacles she knew she could tackle." The Xinli, after being successful with the Helping Hand hurried off and ran around the platform, performing her Tackle in different locations as if she were fighting something off. "And she often had to brush it off with her tail, to try and keep her way clear." Xinli jumped back into the circle of dust she had created earlier, and had been running around, using Tail Whip to brush the dust up and then using it again to make a path through the dust and jump through it towards the crowd.

"After the fighting was all done, and the town was saved, they were graced with but a gentle breeze, the first that had ever had." She continued, Xinli sat on the floor, her tail moving to brush dust off of her. "And it was then that she made a wish." Xinli looked up to the ceiling and then closed her eyes, the stars from her Wish move beginning to fall down upon her and the crowd. "That even though the world was tough, that she would be able to bring peace to at least this one place- That she be able to fulfill the hopes and dreams of the people here, to make their wishes come true. To be their light and savior when she was needed." Aranea bows her head as does Xinli as the last few stars fall from the move.

Xinli gets to her feet, looking out to the crowd and bows to them, dipping low as she then moves over to Aranea, the both of them gracefully leaving the stage, not showing how nervous they were till they were off of it, and Aranea scooping the Eevee up, going to where she could watch the rest of the contenders.

[Nepeta Leijon]

Shoot, Nepeta thought. Despite coming from the home of contests, Hoenn, (at least, she thought of it to be), she knew so little about them (despite witnessing several) and was really ill prepared. She didn’t come up with a story and she wouldn’t be able to come up with one on the spot so easily. She was quite thankful that it wasn’t a necessary part of the contest, though she’d probably do quite better if she had one.
She, at least, had music prepared, and with that, a plan.

“Don’t furget that cute Pokémon can be tough, too!” Was her introduction line. Jeez, that sounded purreety awful, she thought.

Pounce began with a calm look, but released a fierce growl when the music sped up.
She then began releasing a series of scratches, similar to fury swipes, though not quite, especially because Pounce lacked the move itself.
She steadied herself, and then leaped forward, using her scratch attack just before she landed. She briefly lost her balance, but quickly regained it, having not preformed a similar stunt before.

Nepeta panicked. She didn’t know what else to do. She quickly decided to have Pounce end it, and used some odd hand signal (which she probably used when she was brutally massacring Pokémon) for Pounce to realize that the show is over.

Pounce stopped moving, and stood up proud, puffing out her chest a little.

She quickly dashed over to Pounce, scooped her up, and scooted off of the stage to where the rest of the contenders were.