"Alright so this might be a big ask, but you gotta wear this if you want to enter the Perch."

Oscar pulled off a chunky orange outfit from a hanger and pushed it toward mint frost. The two Rockets were in Oscar's office, preparing to seek an audience with the legendary pokemon that lived just a few stories above their heads. The fashion disaster that Oscar was pushing toward his compatriot was an insulation suit; kind of like a hazmat suit but a lot more gaudy for no reason.

Oscar pulled another insulation suit from within his office's closet and began putting it on over his dress clothes. "It's ugly but it will protect us from all the lightning Zapdos emits--like constantly. Better getting electrified." Truth be told, Oscar was a little nervous. He had not seen Zapdos since the two parted ways so that Oscar could recover from his sickness. He was unsure how the great bird would react to seeing Oscar again, but given how they departed on pleasant terms Oscar was optimistic.

Oscar zipped up his suit, hopping a little to get it to settle correctly. "Have you thought about what you wanted to ask it? Remember it can only answer yes or no questions."

This was actually Oscar's second trip to the moon, and that was two more trips to the moon then he ever thought he would have. While the first trip could be characterized by anticipation, Oscar felt almost casual about this second voyage. At the very least he was much more confident, which hopefully helped set his first-timer companions at ease.

It felt a bit like a zero-gravity road trip; he would perform rudimentary data collection most of the day and socialize with his good friends Tempest Quinn , Lulu Flint , and kepler brueshaber in his down time. It was very relaxing, especially without pesky gravity getting in the way. Oscar could literally spin himself for hours in mid-air and never get bored, he had to get himself one of those artificial vacuum rooms when he got home.

Yet it could not all be sunshine and rainbows, hardship would assault the ss party rocker at the worst possible time. Their long journey was nearly finished, and a swarm of Lunatone would appear to muck up an otherwise enjoyable excursion. Their attacks were swift, falling upon the team's vessel faster than they could actually get pokemon out to fight back.

There was a little confusion while Oscar was trying to find the very same vacuum chute Lulu used to get her beheeyem into the battle. Temp had announced that a particularly immense Lunatone was approaching off the 'port bow'. Being unfamiliar with nautical terms, Oscar had no idea where that was supposed to be.

"The fuckin' what!? Did you make that up just now?!"

Oscar eventually spun his way toward the chute, inserting his own pokeball for launch. "Firing now!" As the ball emerged, it would open to reveal his signature Genesect. The cybernetic gladiator flew toward the nearest Lunatone, smashing into it with enough force to shatter its otherwise sturdy exterior (Dragon Hammer).

"Well, this certainly complicates things."

Today was supposed to be a pretty standard examination of one of Sootopolis's new Power Spots, this one being located not too far from the gym. Oscar had arrived with his partner for the day, the lovably aberrant Tempest Quinn. Temp was one of Oscar's favorite lab partners, so when he agreed to help examine a Power Spot Oscar could not have been more excited. It would have been a very enjoyable afternoon--if not for this sudden obstacle.

Oscar looked down at the Power Spot, his hands fidgeting from within his pockets as his eyes tried to comprehend what he was looking at. There were crystals surrounding the Power--hole--? You know what I mean. The normally vibrant red light seemed slightly dimmer, as if the Dyna Energy resting within was weaker. The crystals looked very similar to the same ones that normally produced Tera Energy, but Oscar had no idea why they would be growing around a Power Spot.

Oscar rubbed his chin, unsure what to make of this. He eventually looked to Temp to see if he had any insight, performing an exaggerated shrug to indicate how lost he was.

Oscar watched the waves crash against the outer wall of the Sootopolis crater, his eyes loosely concentrating on the flow of the sea's foam. The sky was dark, despite the time being near Noon. A storm was possibly brewing, which would explain why the waves were reaching high enough to hit Oscar with the spray. Oscar wondered if it were possible for Sootopolis to be flooded; the city was well protected by the crater but if the sea levels increased by even a little it would surely spell disaster.

Genesect Prime let out a burst of static, breaking Oscar's trance. The cyborg had finished constructing Oscar's energy extractor, a cylindrical machine about as tall as Oscar himself. Past experiments proved that the machine was completely incapable of containing Dyna Energy, but its ability to process energy before bursting into flames was useful for collecting data.

That was today's task, collecting data on one of the Power Spots that now dotted Sootopolis. Oscar's current question was if every Power Spot exerted the same amount of energy or if some were weaker than others. Oscar's partner for this endeavor was none other than Amor Rose, one of Rocket's head scientists. It had been a while since he had seen Mister Rose, and having heard that Amor was researching Hoenn's different energies as well Oscar figured that now was as good a time as any to meet up.

For now Oscar patiently waited, pulling a lollipop from out of a cigarette case he kept in his pocket and sliding it into his mouth. He could feel the wind picking up--hopefully it would not rain before they could complete their experiment.

Oscar let out a chuckle, still peering into the Power Spot as he responded to Ms. Kwan. "I hoped for the bare minimum so good job so far. My goals are nebulous. Head Scientist Amor Rose undoubtedly hopes to harness Dyna Energy in time. I want to expedite that process. Firstly we should test the limits of our current technology in regards to Dyna energy exposure."

As if on cue, Prime would begin putting some of the parts it had unloaded together; twisting tubes and bolts together with its claws to connect them into one machine. In the end it would look like some sort of cylinder, as tall as the Genesect itself. Genesect would point to the remaining pieces of equipment: a laptop with a USB cord and a bundle of loose wires with orbs on their tips. Prime would leave those to Soyeon to carry as it pushed the strange machine over to Oscar.

Oscar finally took his eyes off of the power spot, watching as Prime brought the machine over. The loud scraping sound it made caused his eyebrows to furrow. "Man--now it's gonna look all fucked up on the bottom. We gotta get you thumbs so you can lift things." His eyes looked to Soyeon, his tone shifting from lighthearted exasperation to earnest curiosity.

"You volunteered rather readily for this task. What do you hope to learn?"

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"Mmm." Oscar had let out that one noise that sounded like a grunt but with the inflection that implied agreement. He was left with too many questions to feel otherwise satisfied. What would happen if he had stuck his hand through the hoop? Would the being react if the hoop was attacked? Or if pokemon were similarly funneled through it before the creature could commence its prank? Oscar rubbed his forehead, his burning curiosity was giving him a headache--especially since his answers would never get answered.

Oscar sighed, "Well I suppose we better clean this shit up." Oscar was quiet for a moment, listening to the sound of wriggling tentacles. After a few seconds he would shrug, "Or--better idea--we fuck off and let someone else handle it. I won't say anything if you don't." Oscar shot Zev a coy smile downing the rest of his coffee as he waited for the beast's response.

Zev Harcourt

Oscar had expected the Power Spot within the Cave of Origin to be bigger. I mean, it was not small by any stretch of the imagination--but by the way Zev Harcourt described it he expected it to be massive. Oh well, a reasonable size was hardly a detriment. If anything, it would make examining it easier.

Apparently only designated individuals had permission to examine the Power Spot, but Oscar's status as a former Head Scientist allowed him a certain level of privilege. He had a few hours to do some experiments of his own, and hopefully that would be enough time to get some answers about Dyna-energy...or at least point him in the right direction.

The Power Spot was surrounded by machinery, but he would not be using any of it. He had brought his own, stored away in a wagon attached to a golf cart. Oscar's Genesect, Prime, was helping to unload the machinery. Likely still sitting in the golf cart (or doing something else who knows she's her own woman) was Oscar's partner for the day: soyeon kwan.

When Oscar put out the request for help, she had been the first and only person to volunteer. Perhaps the Power Spot was too intimidating for other Rocket scientists--or maybe they just did not think it mattered. Either way, he appreciated the help. Oscar stood before the Power Spot, staring into it while rolling a lollipop between his teeth. After a few minutes of silent contemplation, he would address his human companion.

"What do you know about Dyna-energy?"

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When it became his turn to present himself, Oscar stepped onto the stage with detached confidence. He was here to support Aurelie Lefevre , but he was determined to not make himself into some sort of clown for the amusement of this crowd. As he came to the stage's center, his arms folded behind him, he would seek to emulate the demeanor of a professional. No nonsense, all skill. His shiny Haxorus, Boris, stood beside him with a similar conduct. His red eyes scanned the crowd, his body posed as if preparing to strike at a moment's notice.

Oscar spoke plainly, "My name is Oscar Clayton, and this is Boris the Haxorus. We have never made 'bubble tea' before, but there is no doubt that we will annihilate the competition regardless. We're the best at what we do--and what we do..." Oscar looked to Boris, and Boris looked back. They exchange looks of assured confidence, in both their bond and partnership. The two nodded and looked back to the crowd, "...is win."

Oscar and Boris walked off of the stage and toward their designated prep area. As they walked out of earshot of prodding eyes, Oscar tapped Boris on the back and began to whisper, "Alright time to improv the fuck out of this and hope it works. I don't wanna be that asshole that talks a big game and gets ass-blasted in the first round." Boris agreed with a nod.

Oscar removed his blazer and rolled up his sleeves while Boris looked through the fruit. Oscar would come up next to him as he tied an apron around his waist. "Do we got Honeydew?" Boris nodded, pointing to a few full melons on the shelf. "Groovy." Oscar reached up and picked a melon, backing up as he prepared to throw it. "Alright slice it so that the chunks land on the counter, got it?" Boris adjusted himself so that he could swing his tusks at the correct angle to complete Oscar's request. Oscar tossed the melon like a basketball, and Boris would swipe his tusks twice. The Dual Chop sent the sliced melon flying toward the counter, landing in a heap near the edge.

Oscar tried to maintain his composure, but it was clear that he was a little frantic to save the slices as he pulled them back to safety. Oscar grabbed a proper knife to cut the rest of the melon's shell away, and Boris brought over red-strawberry burst balls for the tea. Oh fuck the tea! Oscar looked over to the tea shelf and after a moment of contemplation pointed to some black tea leafs in the middle. "Get me some Galarian Breakfast." Boris did as he was told, and after shoving the melon slices into a blender Oscar would begin brewing the tea. When the tea was finished he would add the brew and some milk into the blender as well, mixing all of the ingredients into one creamy liquid. Oscar added a fair share of strawberry burst balls to the bottom of their presentation cup before pouring in the tea-mixture.

With his creation finished, Oscar would present his drink to the judges. "Honeydew milk tea with strawberry burst balls. I call it the Haxorus Chorus Tea. Drink it."

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Shortly after they made their choice, a hoop did indeed appear before them. Oscar was a little shocked, he almost expected nothing to actually happen. There was a moment of anticipation as the floating ring surged with energy, Oscar did not know what would come out and the possibilities filled him with a sense of excitement. He leaned in slightly as the hoop rippled, its contents finally emerging.

Something heavy smacked Oscar in the head, and he had a brief moment of panic as its slimy surface flailed around over his face. "Ah! Get-get off!" Oscar pulled his unsolicited hat off of his face, gasping when he held it out and found it to be an Octillery. It was not the only one either, about twenty Octillery were now flailing around the break room in a confused cluster of tentacles and ink. They did not seem hostile--bewildered. As if they were just picked off of the ocean floor and flung into their submarine without warning.

Oscar heard the child-like chuckle that heralded the disappearance of the mysterious hoop. His eyes drooped, his shock being replaced by a disappointed annoyance. "Looks like it was just a prank after all. Fuckin' figures." Oscar plopped the Octillery he was holding onto the table, pulling a pokeball off of his belt and tapping it onto the Cephalopod on its snout. Once it had been safely caught, Oscar would hold the ball between his hands and sigh. "At least we won't have to go far to get rid of the rest of them. Gonna ruin my suit though..."

Zev Harcourt

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