Welcome to Gaia! ::

With the tour of the first floor finished, DJ Mary led the group of visitors up to the second floor, where the recording studios were. "Now I know a lot of you are trainers, so I'm sure you'll be interested to see the studio from which the pokéflute show is aired, and in which Lavender Town's famous Mister Fuji actually played the legendary flute--a session we recorded and play back during each show."
Mary smiled to the guard at the top of the stairs and led the tour group into Studio 1. "This is a state-of-the-art recording studio where all the best Pokémon bands come when we want to put them live on the air. Everyone come inside, and you'll see - or should I say, hear - that it's one of the quietest places in Kanto, thanks to the best soundproofing technology in the world. Then we'll listen to the pokéflute music before the tour moves on to Studio Two, where Professor Oak's show is sometimes recorded."

H was quietly following the group. He reached into his pockets and felt three wallets. I love tours like this, H thought. The guide was talking about the pokéflute and boring stuff like that but H was interested in other things. He got close to a young woman and quickly grabbed her purse, she did not notice anything and H quickly put it in his bag. It was going well but still he felt sorry for the woman. You know you have got to do this, he said to himself, if I don´t do this you will starve because you can´t buy food and these people have got enough money to buy whatever they want. He stopped walking and when the woman was a few feet away and then he started following the guide again.

Violet looked around. This radio tower had much more security than the one she had seen in Johto. She was glad to be back in Lavender town for a little bit, and lucky to have noticed that the radio tower was doing a tour. Besides, how could Violet turn down something that was free? Violet smiled respectfully as the guide talked. Violet was sure her brother would love to be here with her, but he had to see his psychiatrist. Violet sighed, it was too bad they couldn't reschedule.

Now that everything was set up, Arc no longer needed his disguise. He peeled off his silicone mask - he'd gone with the bulbousy nose for a change - and threw it into his bag. He threw his fake ID card in there too. Naturally it had fooled the security system and the security guard without any problems, so he didn't need it any more. Next thing he did need was his laptop, to take control of the broadcast system and upload his own audio file.
Remi was an amateur compared to him. She might have got this far, but she wouldn't have gone any further. It was only right she had to play second fiddle for this mission--whether she liked it or not. She probably didn't even know what acoustic anesthetic was. Arc had harnessed it, converted it, amplified it and was about to broadcast it across all Lavender Town, from Rock Tunnel to halfway down route twelve, from the ocean to the outskirts of Saffron.
"Number Two, everything is in order. Broadcast in two minutes. Make sure you, the Agent and all the grunts have their earplugs in," Arc said. His radio earpiece - another of his inventions - sent the message to Remi, who was in contact with a number of grunts all over the city.
"I'm not stupid," Remi replied, a hint of anger in her voice.
"Of course not. I remember now, you did get the omanyte egg as you were supposed to."
"Cool it Arc," Remi complained.
"You mean Number One," Arc said. He flipped open his laptop and his fingers danced across the keys, booting his personal operating system, lowering all of his high-end security features and connecting to the hack he'd already set up, which allowed him to override the system and play whatever he liked. "Let me hear it."
"Number One. Don't be such an arrogant twit. You'd have fallen flat on your face if you had to face all those trainers, and then a gym leader. Only thing missing was a cherry on top," Remi growled. She was always exaggerating though.
"I could topple Misty with Pawniard alone," Arc scoffed. "Just as easily as I could take over the Radio Tower, broadcast a sleep-inducing audio file that I fashioned myself from the ramblings of a deranged jigglypuff and coordinate a group of barely-competent grunts - including one who couldn't even snatch an egg from an old couple - as they steal people's pokémon. As so."
Arc tapped a couple of buttons on his keyboard and the regular broadcast from the station stopped.
"You're so pompous," Remi grunted.
Arc bit back, "Get to work. People will start dropping any second."
As he spoke he heard a thud out in the corridor. It was probably the guard going down. Lightweight.
"All right, we've got results. The grunts are starting to collect up people's pokéballs. I'm going to meet the Agent," Remi said.
"Understood, I'll be leaving now. I'll pick up any decent pokémon I pass on the way. There was a tour going on, with a group of trainers in the crowd. I think they might have some pokémon worthy of taking part in our grand experiment," Arc replied.
"That's for the Agent to say," Remi argued. "Now get on with it. We'll meet you outside Rock Tunnel."

"So you see, he woke the snorlax that was blocking the route and everyone could get down to Fuchsia City again. Since then he's been remembered by everyone in town. In fact, Mister Fuji is somewhat of a local hero," DJ Mary said. She pulled open the door and stepped out into the...
"Oh my word! What's happened?"
"Whi~i~ismur!" a pokémon cried. It ran down the stairs from the third floor and Mary instinctively went to it, crouching down to comfort and calm it.
"What happened?" she asked, before looking back at the tour group, as they piled out of the studio and into the corridor. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on. Everyone seems to be asleep!"
"What!?" Arc shouted. "Where did... gah! The studios are soundproofed. Time for me to be going. Anyone tries to follow, I'll destroy you."

Mezame followed DJ Mary out of the sound proof studio room, she had a question she wanted to ask the DJ about pokéflutes but quickly forgot about her question as Mary bent down to comfort a stray Whismer. Mezame walked over to see if she could spot a trainer around somewhere and found herself tripping and narrowly avoiding face planting the floor.

Regaining her balance Mezame looked down to see what had tripped her, a guard was sprawled out on the floor- fast asleep. And looking down the hall Mezame could see several other people slumped against walls, completely out of it. "What going on?" She asked anyone.

A tell tale dark suit baring the letter R clothed a man who threatened the group to dare follow him. One of the boys in the group had put in ear plugs and challenged the team rocket member. Mezame wondered why since whatever had put everyone to sleep was clearly not heard any longer.

Mezame reached for her pokéball, ready to jump in if she needed to.

Amie walked out of the room along with the rest of the group and she had a confused look on her face when she saw all the people napping outside the room. She didn't think that this was one of the places that allowed by it's employees to sleep on the job. She didn't really know what was going on till she saw the man in black with a red R down a bit further. Amie sighed thinking to herself that she should have realized sooner that it was almost always team rocket's fault whenever something went wrong. One of the guys in the group began to take off after the rocket and Amie followed behind ready to provide back up when needed.

Raide remembered the story about the Snorlax, as her mother had complained for a very long time that her packages were late. She half-smiled in remembrance, but was soon caught up in the traffic of people leaving the studio for the larger hall. After squeezing through the door at the same time as another person, she began to see the strangeness of the situation. “Is it normal for security guards to take naps in the middle of the day?” She asked herself, despite knowing the answer already. “I’d’ve thought that they’d pick a place that was a little more comfortable...” She furrowed her brow in sympathy for the people who would undoubtably be in pain upon waking up.
Raide stepped over a body carefully, before looking down the hall at an angry sounding man and the train of people following him. She had no idea what was going on, really. Only that someone was running from the scene of something pretty odd, and that nobody innocent would do such a thing. Raide made a split-second decision, and joined the group of people in pursuit, but stepped on some poor person’s fingers in the process. She whispered a hurried apology to the unconscious person, and continued running.