Oscar nodded at the man's thanks, looking to his arms as his cellmate coughed. Only now did Oscar question whether the man was carrying some sort of virus, and whether said virus was easily transmittable.

"Uh weird question--you're not contagious right?" Oscar looked around as if searching for a buffer to his awkward query, which of course was unsuccessful. He decided to just quickly change the subject.

"Um right, I remember coming home--making dinner--pouring a glass of wine--turning on the tv--then I guess I knocked out. Maybe my wine was drugged? No I had just opened it. Maybe my food..." Oscar started to mumble to himself as he attempted to solve this unfortunate mystery, before eventually realizing that he was being weird again.

"Oop, sorry. Uh, what about you?"

Oscar glanced backward, once again pitying his cellmate as he failed to sit up. He would not answer his question at first, instead walking toward the man and kneeling over him.

"How about I help you sit up first. Then we can chat all you want, alright?"

Oscar would offer his thin arms for stability, should the man accept his help.

Michael Navidson

Sailor to the lead as Oscar held the door for them. While they crept further down, Oscar stayed a short distance back. He looked to the ceiling and then to the floors below. It would seem that the museum did not bother setting up cameras in the upper floors, probably because they did not think anyone could get here other than maintenance. He figured they would not be so lucky outside of the stairwell.

Sailor peeked out onto the first floor they came upon, nodding to Oscar that it was clear. Clear of guards maybe, but Oscar was too paranoid to proceed without further investigation. He peeked from behind sailor, taking in what he could from their position. They were looking out onto the third floor, which was reserved for office space for museum staff. The new aquarium was on the first floor, it'll be safest to get there by elevator further in.

Eventually Oscar would speak, "Emma, clear our path to an elevator." Perhaps to Sailor's surprise, a discolored ariados would suddenly emerge from Camouflage on the wall to crawl in through the door. She jumped from the wall to the floor, skittering through the office in search of an elevator. Whenever she would catch a glimpse of a security cam, she would fire purple webbing from her abdomen to disable it. She would disable three cams in total before discovering the elevator, backtracking to find her master and his companion to lead them to it.

Oscar nodded as Emma turned to guide them, "Alright step carefully, we don't want any guards further down to hear our movements."

Sailor de Laurierwylle

Oscar looked back at his cellmate, who weakly claimed that no one in charge would care about his condition. Oscar frowned behind his mask, knowing deep down the man spoke the truth. If they wanted him to feel better, they would have given him treatment before throwing him in here--fuckin' bastards. Oscar decided to focus on the man's inquiry: Who was out there? Oscar focused himself, trying to absorb as much of the sights and sounds as he could.

"Megalopolans. They're patrolling the cells, they all got chains like ours. They don't seem bothered by them though." He wondered why megalopolans were here at all, but that could be answered another time.

"I can hear some voices I recognize, but there's too many of them at once. It's impossible to tell who the other prisoners are."

Michael Navidson

Oscar looked over to Zev as the devourer declared the operation's success. At first he was stunned; he half expected nothing to happen, as per the norm of these spur of the moment experiments. His uncertainty would quickly morph into twisted satisfaction, at last he had revealed new insight into the nature of the dreaded Necrozma!

Oscar laughed with hysterical triumph, raising his fists into the air as he let the transfer proceed. "I fuckin' knew it! Now we know that Necrozma can absorb both Dynenergy and Infinity Energy!" Oscar flourished toward the lever, pushing it back up to shut down the machine. Zev's restraints would unlatch themselves, allowing the admin to sit up if he wished.

Meanwhile the tubes within the capsule would detach themselves from the floette, allowing it sweet relief from the torturous procedure. Yet it would have no time to rest before Oscar would startle the poor thing by slamming himself against the capsule's door. "Do you realize what this implies!? If Dynenergy poisons and Infinity Energy empowers, then they are conceptual opposites within nature! One saps life while they other grants it! This is a remarkable discovery!"

Oscar opened the capsule, quickly withdrawing the floette before it could react further. Tossing the ball up and catching it with flare, Oscar would casually make his way over to Zev. "So, how are we feeling now?"

Zev Harcourt

Oscar nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice spoke out behind him. He spun around, attempting and failing to cover his legs with his arms. His priorities were realigned when he got a better look at the sorry creature that was his cellmate. The stranger was in far worse shape than Oscar, barely able to even sit up.

Now Oscar was nowhere near a good person, if he had known who this was he probably would have relished the chance to take him out while he was weak. Yet for now this was a struggling stranger, and that pesky thing called empathy ignited within Oscar once more. Forgetting his own discomfort, Oscar gingerly moved toward his fellow inmate.

Standing over his ill compatriot, Oscar reluctantly bent down to get a better look. Poor guy was nearly as pale as Oscar, what happened to him. Eventually, Oscar gathered the courage to speak.

"Uh hey there um--pal. You don't look so good. I mean that's obvious but uhh--shit I can't help." Oscar looked around, trying to locate something that would help. Of course there was nothing, so Oscar just embellished a shrug. He stood back up and went back to the bars. This probably won't work but there was jack-shit else he could do.

"Hey this guy's sick! Like, really sick! You got some fuckin' Tylenol or--whatever!?"

tl;dr
--Oscar feels bad for poor sick Michael Navidson
--Oscar tries to get Navy medical attention to likely no avail.

Oscar frowned when the gengar shook his head. Just his luck he supposed, oh well better try to mitigate his guilt. Oscar knocked on the capsule to get the floette's attention. It did not look up, but Oscar decided to talk to it anyway.

"Hey--this is nothing personal alright? I know it's gonna suck, but hey at least when your Infinity Energy runs low you'll knock right out! Well--that happens to normal pokemon. You have unlimited energy, so I dunno if you'll--knock out at all. Heh." Oscar scratched the back of his head, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

"Look hey, I'll make it up to you! Maybe some ice cream? Or just a day out! That sound nice?" The floette did not look up, its dead eyes remaining fixated on the floor. Oscar would act as if it had gotten excited though, "That's the spirit! Alright let's get this going."

Oscar took to the control panel, prepping the machine for the operation. He looked over at Zev, hoping that what he did next would neither wake him up or hurt. He paused as he once more locked eyes with the gengar. Perhaps a disclaimer is in order. "Hey your trainer may writhe or--scream if he feels any of this but it's all okay. Totally part of the operation, don't freak out. Okay?"

Oscar cheerfully pressed a button, causing the metal restraints lined with syringes to clamp firmly into Zev's arms and legs. After a few more keystrokes, the capsule would start roaring as it fired up the hidden machinery within. The spiked tubes within the capsule struck the floette, causing its depressed expression to one of pain. Oscar held onto the lever that would activate the Infinity Energy extraction and transfer, first turning to give the gengar a thumbs up.

"Fire in the hole!" Oscar yanked down the lever. The floette suddenly began thrashing wildly as its Infinity Energy was absorbed by the tubes. The machinery surged with power, gathering it within the circular platform before sending it through the tubes on the floor and into the restraints holding Zev. The restraints would then pump Zev full of Infinity Energy, like water through an IV just one hundred times more powerful. A normal human may have been fried--but Zev's body should be able to absorb it like any other energy.

In theory.

Zev Harcourt

Oscar flailed on the floor, the sour air within his mask choking him awake. He bolted into an upright position, coughing harshly to clear his throat. Even after such a raucous fit, he found no relief from whatever fumes had penetrated this bizarre covering. Is his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the weight of the mask would gradually register to the groggy Oscar.

He slapped the mask's cheeks, feeling them up as he tried to comprehend its shape. "What..." Had he gone to a rave the night before? No, as far as he could remember he had stayed in. The shouting of other voices grabbed Oscar's attention, causing him to finally take in his environment. He was in some sort of cell, shared by another body. Was it alive?

He felt overwhelmed by every new sensation, the sounds of shouting voices pulling him like a magnet to the cell's bars. He saw the masks of others pressed against their own cells, shouting at patrolling megalopolans wielding large purple chains. As he noticed the chains around the necks of others, Oscar reluctantly grabbed for his neck.

His eyes shot open as grabbed his own chain, fruitlessly pulling at it in a blind panic. "What!?" Everything was becoming a blur, a terrible blending of putrid sights and tortured sounds. His mind was completely tangled with questions. Where was he? What had happened to him? What was with this chain? The morbid accessory seemed to tighten as Oscar struggled against it, forcing him to give up and fall to the floor.

As he gasped for air, he suddenly became very aware of how cold it was. He slowly sat up once more, looking down to find the most horrific discovery of all. His tailored suit had been replaced with an ill-fitting short-kimono, revealing his ghostly legs to the entire world! "WHAT!?"

Oscar leapt back to the bars, shaking them as violently as an enraged chimpanzee. "Let me out of here!" He growled as he tried in vain to pry open the bars. "I demand an explanation! Or at least A CHANGE IN UNIFORM!"

tl;dr
--Oscar is not happy about his wardrobe.
--He has yet to address or notice Michael Navidson
--Ugly Ward

Oscar beamed at Priam's quick thinking. A gabite was perfectly equipped to dig out their materials. However, he too did not expect it to instead create a sandstorm to displace the sand. It was a clever idea, but Oscar found himself struggling to maintain his composure as sand and wind began to ruthlessly batter him.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to appear casual as the wind picked up even further. "Yeah it's like--" He would be forced to raise his voice so that he could be heard over the storm. "IT'S LIKE A DESERT ON STEROIDS! THE SANDSTORMS ARE MASSIVE AND CHANGE THE ENTIRE LANDSCAPE IF IT LASTS FOR MORE THAN AN HOUR!"

Oscar watched with squinted eyes as his materials were gradually unearthed. "THE CHALLENGE WOULD BE TO KEEP THE GARDEN FROM BEING BURIED! IT WOULD BE EASY TO--" The sandstorm abruptly died, causing Oscar to yell for no reason. He cleared his throat and continued at a normal volume. "It would be easy to lose it if it were to be buried."

Oscar kept his eyes on Priam, stifling a laugh as he took in how much sand had latched onto his head. "Uh, you got some sand in your hair." Some was an understatement.

priam conrad

Amor seemed to be in much higher spirits as their conversation went on. Oscar found himself becoming more cheerful, Amor's good fortune (barring the whole forty years in a day thing) manifesting an infectious joy. "I'm glad to hear things are going so well! I'm really excited to see what your next project is!"

Oscar nodded as Amor queried about his devices, "I believe that it's the capacity. The machines I'm using aren't designed to hold anything other than electricity--maybe a bit of Infinity Energy. It's mostly useful for getting data, so I know what to build in order to harness dynenergy. Shouldn't be long now, I just need a way to keep such a device cool once the energy is inside."

This did not feel like work at all, rather it felt like catching up with an old friend. Which was basically what they were doing, it was almost as if they had not been separated at all! Yet their rapport came at a dire price, as Oscar would be clueless to the massive shape emerging from the ocean--drawn to the energy of the power spot. Perhaps Amor would have better luck.

Amor Rose

Oscar tried not to fixate on the tera crystal formations, it was easy to get lost within their multi-colored fractals. If he did not keep his wits about him, they may pass by an extraordinary discovery--like a strong pokemon or a new race of gnomes. Whatever the fuck would be crazy enough to call this crystal hell home.

He was surprised by Lulu's query, but answered confidently. "Nope, it's probably not in its nature. But we'll figure out a way to manage its growth soon enough. Before long, tera crystals will just be another resource under the command of mankind." Oscar truly believed this, he felt it was only a matter of time before someone figured out a way to tame the tera crystals. If not him, it would likely be Naomi Sato or Amor Rose--or some other enterprising scientist looking to bend nature to their will.

Hopefully Lulu could find some comfort in his conviction.

Prime walked alongside Lulu's genesect. It was trying really hard not to look at it, but could not help glancing at its kin every few seconds. It did not want to disturb it, yet Prime was drowning in questions...

Lulu Flint

Oscar had to admit that he got something of a petty satisfaction in seeing Violet be taken aback, even if only slightly. Yet the confidence she had displayed thus far did not waver, and that pleased Oscar even more. To falter when given the chance to prove one's skill would have been a dire mark upon her grade.

She was off in no time flat, and Prime would be hot on her heels. Oscar meanwhile sat himself upon the table, pulling out his phone to watch the operation through Prime's HUD. He pulled a lollipop out of his coat pocket, tossing it into his mouth as he prepared to enjoy the show.

Prime followed Violet all the way to the high offices. Its prominent flame decals were easy to identify, so as long as Violet remained confident no other grunts would accost them. The challenge would only begin once Violet reached the foyer of Fern's office, where his secretary sat. The secretary would look up as the duo approached.

"Oh! I'm sorry but Mister Delaney isn't in right now. I can leave him a message if you'd like."

Prime looked to Violet, waiting to see what she would do.

Violet Fairbanks

Zev would be asleep by the time Oscar returned. Oscar was relieved to see that Zev had already knocked out, saved him the trouble of trying to get his Necrozma biology to accept anesthesia. He nodded cheerfully at the Gengar, unaware of its morbid orders. Hopefully there will not be a reason for Oscar to learn of them.

Oscar approached the capsule, which would open after after a button was pressed on the control panel. Oscar held a pokeball aloft, freshly retrieved from the sub's storage room. Oscar sneered as he examined his reflection in the ball, "Time to see if this thing still works." He opened the ball into the capsule, sealing it closed as the pokemon took shape.

The released specialism was a floette with a bizarre flower in its hands. The creature had been used previously to demonstrate Walsh's Infinity Energy Extractor, but it had seen very little use since then. The small fairy did not seem surprised by the environment it has found itself in, instead appearing glum as it examined its mechanized surroundings.

Oscar was not one for pity, he had already sacrificed countless pokemon upon the alter of progress. However, the sheer depression of this pitiful creature was really hampering the vibe. Oscar tried to avoid eye contact, which incidentally found him locking eyes with Zev's gengar. A smile crossed over his pale face.

"Um, hey gengar. You wouldn't happen to know hypnosis--would ya?"

The gengar did not, but Oscar could not yet read its mind to know that.

Zev Harcourt