Welcome to Gaia! ::

"I haven't seen her," Fir replied, beckoning Fop to return to his more discreet book form. The ditto-cushion shimmered for a moment before returning to the shape of a simple black book.

Fir joined Bun on the couch, taking a seat on one of the arms. "She's the one who wanted to come in the first place too."

"Muahahaha. I've been here all along, siblings." A creepy, lowish-toned childvoice and accompanying whirring motor noises rose from the ground, literally, as a trapdoor opened there with a tiny girl riding a steadily rising podium. It was another short, strange looking girl, with thick, unkempt hair- it was irregularly cut, short on the orange side and long on the white side like her siblings. They were all dressed pretty strange, but Yth's outfit was beyond sense... or acceptable lab protocol. She wore a labcoat with gloves, a scarf, a belly-showing white shirt, shorts and... socks. With no shoes on. Most baffling of all is that somehow this inharmonious attire suited her perfectly. "It looks like there's a room under this one. I was only... exploring." She grinned, revealing shark-like teeth as the podium finally came to a halt. "Hmhmm, turns out it is perfect for making an escape."
Obviously, she was plotting something.

Michie strolled into the party with her eevee Emma by her side. She was late; unfashionably late. Such things happen though when one has the busy schedule of a pop-idol.

Oblivious to what was going on around her, she walked with her head held up obnoxiously high to a punch bowl, and poured a glass. She looked around the room for someone interesting and important to talk to. There were so many trainers there from all walks of life.

Michie knew she looked good enough. She was well-put together today as she was every day. One never knew when opportunity may strike.

Fir was right, of course. She was always the reliable one. Yth nodded in agreement, twice, going "Hm, hm." as she was doing so- of course, the triplets would draw attention to themselves naturally anyways. Bun then tackleglomped her in the perfect tackleglomp way that only Bun could do. Anybody watching would melt in bawwwwh. Awh poor Bun, even the mad scientist thought emphatically. Going out without her favorite toy.

"Squished people won't be useful for this experiment." She added, shrugging with a wily smirk. "We want people with... pokemon. And a nice big distraction so that we can bring them home to play with! This podium, for instance." The white-haired girl hopped off the promontory, her lab coat all fwooshey. If one looked closely, there was something else fwooshey shamelessly attached to all three of the girl's behinds, something like a fox tail. It was probably a group cosplay thing, just like those weird devil monocle hats of theirs. "Doesn't it just... invite people to come make speeches or perhaps even performances?"

Indeed, it was a very shiny podium. In a very well-lit place.

T.C. slipped into the building, eyes glancing around. "Okay Angeli, there are no Tauros. I told you there'd be no Tauros." She chuckled down at the vulpix twining herself around her ankles. Angeli gave her a reproachful look before scoping the area herself. No, no Tauros. ...Good.
"Vulllll..." she murred, sitting on her hind legs expectantly. Seeing the request for what it was, T.C rolled her eyes affectionately and picked up the pokemon.
"Lazy~"

"Genius! They'll be speechless!" This would all be a piece of cake! There's no way anybody distracted by Bun singing onstage (she always looked magnificently cute while doing so, too) would notice a few collapsing people being dragged down into the basement here or there. "You could ask the crowd for suggestions, Bun." Yth added, eyeing the adults walking around. Possibly for suitable targets.

She then gave Fir a look... the only pokemon they could use now was Scruffmuff, Yth's mightyena. She couldn't think of a way for him to discreetly make people fall asleep. This is when Fop would come in handy, but Fop was being a mike/loudspeaker. Yth sidled up to Fir and elbowed her with comraderie: "All right, we'll have to do this manually. I'll be back in a sec after some... preparations."
She then ran off to get stuff ready.

Pikachirisu couldn't help but notice the three strangely-clad girls. With her eyes on them, she couldn't help but 'accidentally' overhear them as she strained to catch their conversation with her mismatched ears. She couldn't understand everything that they had said, as they were quite far away, but she got the gist of it.

Danger was coming. When the cute one started singing, a wailord would appear and squish everyone. Or at least, that was what Pikachirisu thought that she had heard. She wondered how a wailord could possibly appear, but then she started eying the microphone/speaker set suspiciously. Where had that come from? And where had that black book gone? It was most suspicious... She was willing to bet three piles of berries that the microphone/speaker was actually a pokemon that had to ability to transform.

So that would be how the wailord made its entrance. The only question was, what could she do about it?