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The fridge door was ripped off by the Dragon Claw, causing the Rotom inside of the fridge to give an ear piercing cry as it jumped out of the device and flew down the hallway to escape, leaving Rhyme tangled up in a bunch of non-sentient wires.

The fire was put out, the Garbodor cried out in pain and released Sub just in time before it put some sort of dirty two piece on him. The trainer would grab his shirt which it had took off and ran towards the others, releasing Poe in his fleeing, the Sableye Shadow Clawing a Trubbish along the way, along with the other Trubbish getting hit. "Don't ask questions! Someone please get us out of this hell hole!" Sub shouted as he joined his group.

Rhyme cried out at the ear-piercing screech, quickly clamping her hands over her ears. The pokemon darted off and she could just barely make the shape out before closing her eyes tight. It hurt, the scream, especially in such close proximity. When everything didn't feel like it was going to hurt she carefully opened her eyes. "...Flygon?" She called to the pokemon softly, wanting to go home and snuggle with RC.

"Hey..." Rhyme wearily smiled, feeling oddly tired after the encounter as her adrenaline dropped. Rhyme nudged the Flygon back and held on tight as the wires were tugged off, having just enough energy to climb on the Pokemon's back and then collapse, panting. "That was...really...an adventure. I wonder...what that Pokemon was..." She closed her eyes and decided to just take a quick rest, her head starting to spin.

Sub would eventually make it out of the whole thanks to the assistence of his allies. Now back in the hallway he put his shirt on and sniffed himself. "Man I stink now." He groaned. It was then he took notice of Rhyme. "What happened to you? You look like you've seen a ghost." He said with a laugh. "Come on, let's keep going." With that said he continued down the hallway, more cautious of holes in the ground.

"Rotom!" The ghost which had tried to capture Rhyme was now paying Kain a visit as it possessed the dumb waiter, causing it to shoot up, and then let it drop free. It would continue to do this over and over, laughing the entire time.

The Snagems would now arrive at what seemed to have once been a ballroom. The chandeler which had once graced the dancers with its light was now dark and destroyed as it laid on the ground in pieces in the middle of the room. The carpet was surprisingly preserved here, the only flaw was its faded color. "By the way, we're looking for Room 117, that is where I'm suppose to meet this person." He told the Snagems as he began to cut through the ballroom.

"Lit!" A voice chimed. Purple flames would begin to appear in the ballroom, former an outer ring. The flames would seem to dance almost through out the room above the Snagems. The wielders of these flames would slowly appear, white candle-like bodies they were, Litwicks. "Litwick!" They cackled, their flames flying off their heads, the purple balls of fire threatening to scorch the Snagems, new flames growing on their heads afterwards. Should anyone be touched by them they would find themselves feeling more tired than hurt, their life force sapped away. "I'm out of here!" Sub cried as he made a beeline for the door. "Lampent!" A creature appeared in front of Sub in front of the doorway, stopping his escape as purple flames shot up and blocked the exit, the same thing happened at the door they already entered from, another Lampent appearing.

Music then began to play, some old record it sounded like being played on a phonograph. "Chandelure." A spirit would rise out of the broken chandelier and take its place at the center of the ring of Litwick, it was much bigger than the other ghosts, even kind of big for a Chandelure. The creature would begin to sway to the music as its underlings flung the fireballs in a very specific manner, as if there was a pattern to it. Music, dancing, hm...

Tatooine would walk over to Aile, the woman noticing how drained Rhyme looked. "Oh boy.... Let's go." Aile motioned for both of her Pokémon to follow her, Kayvaan on the ceiling until they got to the ballroom. "Okay, why are we- Whoa!" Aile dodged some of the flames coming out, and grabbed a Pokéball. "Kayvaan, return for now." Recalling the frog, she looked at the pattern the flames were going out. "Hm... I think they miss the parties and dancing that used to happen here."

Trishella was, unfortunately, too slow to help Sub's rescuers, failing to release a Pokemon in time to actually do anything to his captors and was, eventually, hauled back up by Kaya.

"Sorry but there's no way I could've gotten back up here If I'd gone down myself. I'm too heavy." The hybrid apologized, not really perturbed by Trish's anger. Not that he'd have cared if he had been a human, still, either.

"I still hate you." Trish growled, slapping the hybrid across the back of his masked head. "OOOOW!" Her hand showed a bright red mark across her palm, where she had forgotten about Kaya's skin being steel.

"Let's just keep going and see if we can find this 'informant' Kaya replied as he began to walk forward, Josephine's Dazzling Gleam providing enough light for both trainers to walk in comfort.

"I sense there's something in the wind......" Odd's crimson eyes turned northward, from where he'd been walking towards the tallest grass he could ever remember having seen. There was a huge surge of spiritual energy not far away. And that couldn't be good, especially with that energy being so familiar. Taking a running dive towards the hotel his comrades had descended into, he phased into the earth, passing through the bedrock blocking his way with ease, his mind focused on tracking a familiar soul. Or rather, the absence of one. Sub's Dark energy masked his presence a bit, so much so that his spirit appeared within Odd's senses as a void.

The Channeler would arrive just as the Chandelure revealed itself, releasing his own Lampent into the room as he dropped down from the ceiling, performing a graceful flip with a zero point faceplant for a landing. "I thought you might need some help....." He groaned as he peeled his face flesh from the carpet, noticing the fresh blood stain from his possibly broken nose.

"Oh dear!" Aile worked to dodge the Shadow Balls, keeping herself moving. "Do you want us to dance? I don't think that'll be viable for some of us, and I don't like to dance solo." Tatooine, however, would work to keep Rhyme out of the line of fire more than anything, taking a couple of hits in the process.