oh fuck her. [break][break]

she's dizzy, nauseatingly so. she's unsure of her blissey feels the same, such a small thing perched on her shoulder curiously watching her trainer suffer, though she's probably feeling the same effects. when she lands on unfamiliar footing, she immediately raises her head, slightly, with eyes closed to ignore whatever lights may be around her. "heal pulse, right now." she commands the pink egg, who begins to release a soothing aura of HEAL PULSE to her trainer, and those unfortunate enough to not act. [break][break]

at the same time, she raises a hand to gently pinch her wrist, pressing firmly for a moment before feeling the nausea slowly subside. it pays to know a thing or two about health, at least. blessed be. [break][break]

then she cringes, hearing a voice boom. how troublesome. she opens her eyes then (cautiously), with an arm raised over the lights to keep herself from getting all the more stimulated. she opens her eyes, just in time to see the window pop up. ah, at least she isn't incapable of thought. "data." she repeats, aloud that time, after just a little time to think after she's been encased.[break]

JDVIkLjL

---

𓆙 marisol arrives, nauseous as HELL
[break]𓆙 BLISSEY uses HEAL PULSE on MARISOL SIMONE , Andrea Vaneau , Leonidas Stone (and Locke Jamison if he needed it) to offset the nausea.
[break]𓆙 mari's performing acupuncture on herself to further alleviate the nausea
[break]𓆙 answers the riddle
[break]𓆙 mari too isbeing protected by WIDE GUARDS

cyberchase conundrum

☉

The sign had warned them: Don't stare too hard at it, you'll be dizzy. That was the only part of the riddle that was clear cut, and yet Andrea still managed to stare too hard at the roaring whirlpools and got dizzy.

"W-woah! Everything's spinning..." The young PokéManiac tried to keep a semblance of sanity as the world around her spun. "Teehee~ Spinniiiiing- blaurgh!" She gagged, covering her mouth at the end of her sentence as the nausea got to her. Chomper was affected by the magnetic anomaly too, clumsily swaying his heads to and fro like he had just downed a whole bottle of liquor.

The mirage island plunged downward, and just like in the Tiered Tea Room, they seemingly got transported into a place that was not of this world. This 'cloud' was a world of circuitry, polygons and other programming nonsense; a digital world if you will.

"Pi-pi-pi! Pokémon, pocket monsters, Pokémon are the champions!" Andrea began mumbling incoherently. The dizziness was getting worse. Thankfully she was healed by an eyepatch-wearing woman and her very tiny Blissey. The Heal Pulse rendered the draconic cosplayer lucid enough to process what was happening, but not lucid enough to remember embarrassing herself in front of others.

A bespectacled man with a strange, gravity-defying hairdo explained the rules of this bizarre dimension and presented the crew with a new riddle, before siccing an army of Porygon at them. "H-hey come back, Mr. Cloud Man! I thought you were on our side! Why are your Porygon attacking us?" The dragon-hooded girl cried out, while her Hydreigon swooped in front of her to block a Psybeam that was headed their way.

The others were quick to surmise that the answer to the riddle was 'data'. Andrea nodded. "Y'all were right the first time, so I'll trust you. What are we supposed to do with that, though? Data, data, data..." She furrowed her brow in deep thought, stroking her chin. Her eyes suddenly widened. "Porygon are made of data! Chomper, throw the Porygon at the screen!"

The previous riddle had been solved by acting out the answer, so why shouldn't the same logic apply here? Using his Crunch attack, Chomper tried to bite into one of the Porygon and hold onto it. Should his attempt be successful, he would then hurl the virtual duck towards the digitized lock. How's that for entering a password!

//gets over her drunkenness nausea thanks to MARISOL SIMONE
//the DARK-type Chomper blocks one of the Psybeams
//trusts everyone saying that the answer is data
//reasoning that Porygon are made of data, she has Chomper attempt to grab one of the Porygon and throw it at the lock screen, hoping it will unlock it.

☉

like dominoes tumbling; DEREK HOFFMAN ’s gyarados dives into the whirlpool and the world as nagi knows it and its constituent parts tip and fall, one after another. [break][break]

nagi stands frozen as his brain screeches, a disorienting cacophony as it flickers through a rapid-fire sequence of thoughts — oh fuck, is this isekai tripping into what’s a fucking origin point stumbling into i’ve seen that symbol before (a flash of light in the umbral canvas of the tea room challenges — the memory of a bruise the size of an egg throbs at his skull).[break][break]

he shakes himself free of his paralysis, just as the psychedelic flash of a PSYBEAM glances overhead. [break][break]

“d-data,” he echoes, even as other voices beat him to the chase. his fingers slip against the pokeball in his pocket as he fumbles with the catch. [break][break]

“mime — PROTECT.”[break][break]

his mr. mime takes point in front of their merry little band, shield shimmering as it falls into place. nagi ducks behind the barrier, hands coming down to brush the floor beneath him, by the flickering, blurred edges of the soles of his shoes. he squints — attempting to peer into the ground, past it, for any indication of the source of the whirring mechanical noise he had heard just moments before. [break][break]

“boss,” he glances up quickly at PENELOPE LIVY , eyes landing on her magnemite and its camcorder. “is it still rolling?”

[break][break]

[attr="class","ooc"] @ CYBERCHASE[break][break]
• verbally answers "data" to the riddle[break]
• mr mime uses PROTECT, attempting to shield the group he entered with (derek and penelope) [break]
• touches the ground as he studies it. why are his feet translucent what was that scanning light whaaaat[break]
• calling attention to PENELOPE LIVY 's camcorder[break]