Oscar paid no attention to Bryan's demeanor, mostly because he knew Bryan was having a minimum amount of fun and Oscar did not want his feelings hurt. Not when he was having a grand time himself! Oscar breathed a content sigh as he soaked in the view. It was absolutely worth the awkward silence.

Keeping his eyes on the window, Oscar would eventually try talking to Bryan again. "You know I bet you would enjoy a spa day! There's a wonderful spa I know just outside of Lavaridge, I'll take you some time!"

Tink

"Oh before I forget, I am working on something you might be interested in. I've nearly perfected a way to extract infinity energy from pokemon. Perhaps that could be of use to you?"

Tink, tink

Something small was bouncing off the exterior of the cabin, barely audible and hardly worth noticing...

bryan delarosa

Oscar blinked rapidly, Lulu's answer was unexpected. However he soon smiled and nodded, "Neat! Does it work?" Oscar ran over to the machine and began circling it. "I've been having nightmares with a lot of blinking eyes since October. I bet this thing would find them very tasty." Oscar chuckled, amused by the idea of finally ending his torment.

He looked to Lulu and clapped his hands together, "A demonstration is in order! I simply must understand how you've made this device! Or at least where you are now in the development process." Oscar had never thought of dreams as an option to traverse dimensions; that's why Lulu was the head scientist he supposed.

Oscar rested his hands on his hips, waiting patiently for Lulu to show and tell.

Lulu Flint

Oscar blinked, temporarily dumbfounded that Eris knew Morse code. He did not even know Morse, he needed to up his game. He shook away his confusion and gently answered Eris's questions. "It's not traceable no, it goes to only one device and I own it. No one will know you're sending a message to me. You can send messages in Morse if you want but it'll take me some time to translate."

Oscar gently put the device in her hand and nodded assuredly. "Eris I'm not good at mincing words so I won't. Danger is everywhere, and you may find yourself stuck where no one you trust can help you. This'll be your secret weapon, your last resort if shit hits the fan. We gotta make sure you stay safe until Chu-e's back with us. Consider it a gift!"

Oscar's smile stayed solid, but he had no idea how long Chu-e would be captured. In his heart he hoped it would not be for long, but even still he would feel a lot better if Rocket's favorite child soldier was extra secure. About that time, the nurse emerged from the back. "I have your pokemon ready miss!"

Oscar looked up and clapped his hands together. "Excellent! There ya go Eris, bet they're as good as new. You better get going before it gets dark."

Eris Halla

Oscar smiled, bowing at the stranger's curtsy. It felt ass-backwards but whatever, it was cute. A vaporeon appears to lead the strange man away, and Oscar would linger to watch the two walk away. The ending of this experience was bittersweet, on one hand he was glad to no longer be a hostage. On the other, technically that was the first good date he's had in a long time.

Those times in the sub don't count, you know who you are.

Oscar wistfully rubbed the back of his neck, maybe he should be more open to experiencing moments like that. He wish he was here to share the moment with, but that's not the kind of man he was. Oscar shook his head to get him off his mind. Nothing good would come from having those kind of thoughts.

He immediately set off to find something to drink. Maybe many things to drink.

mint frost

Amor was joking, but Oscar's grin read as genuine agreement. He is not a nice drunk. "Fuck yeah let'sss go!" Oscar began walking in a random direction, before realizing that had no idea where he was going and backtracking. After actually scanning the casino floor, Oscar noticed the Blackjack table in the distance and grabbed Amor.

"This way! It's not too far!"

Oscar lead his hostage to the Blackjack tables, and he would place them at the first empty table he saw. Oscar quickly smacked the table with his hands, "Hit me!" The dealer gave Oscar a strained look, "Um, good day gentlemen! Do we know the rules of the game?" Oscar arched his eyebrows as he took another drink. "Yeah yeah sure!"

There was a long pause before Oscar turned to Amor, "I can't remember how to play."

Amor Rose

Oscar winced as the krookodile broke out the sand tomb and burst into a thrash. "Musta, back away and keep your distance!" Mustakrakish immediately followed Oscar's directions, but his steps backward were too short. A heavy claw would smash against Mustakrakish's chest, pushing him back and sending shockwaves of pain down his body. From there Musta was able to keep backing out of the Krookodile's reach, but if he did not do something fast he would be in a lot of trouble.

Musta decided the only way to avoid further damage was to fall back into his Sand Veil, but he would have to be crafty to get away from his assailant. Musta kept up a swift back-step as he inhaled deeply, allowing the blistering sand of the sandstorm into his lungs. Then when he got enough, Musta would aim for Krookodile's face and unleash his gathered sand in a Scorching Sand blast! That is unless his confusion forced him to swallow all the sand instead...

As for Baron, his previous efforts would bear bittersweet fruit. The Gabite emerged for another attack, and Baron would have to think quickly to avoid another strike. With Musta and the Krookodile a fair distance away, Baron decided that it would be safe to use Boomburst. Baron's ringing bugbuzz turned into a high pitched roar as he used incredible force to flap his wings toward the Gabite. The immense shockwave this created should hopefully throw the gabite off course and finally deliver some damage to the elusive dragon.

3aCgyon_

tl;dr
--A Sandstorm rages!
--Garchomp is pushed back by a strike from Thrash. Garchomp used Scorching Sands on Krookodile's face so that he could hopefully blend back into the sandstorm.
--Baron used Boomburst on Gabite to throw it off course.

CIAN MAHER

Oscar frowned, tapping his fingers on the table as his peers exchanged information. He pointed a finger toward Lulu Flint when she spoke up, "I'll be seeing you soon about that. I need everything I can get on all forms of energy." He already knew of Tera energy, he was on the meteor as it was first unleashed into their world, but he had made little progress in finding uses for it outside of battle. That had to change quickly, before the League at least.

Just like Elisabeth Fiorelli, Oscar was more keen to learn about the power source found under Littleroot. What Zev Harcourt described was intriguing, but it was not the win Oscar was hoping for. His frown deepened, and his fingers began tapping quicker. Then there was all this business about turncoats and leaks, avatars and new legendary pokemon, it boiled Oscar's blood. His tapping abruptly stopped, his fingers curling in to form a fist. The mention of Chu-e Choi's kidnapping is what finally caused Oscar to speak once again.

"I may just be in a foul mood, but from my perspective this operation has been a net loss. Let's not forget that it wasn't just Cian and Johanna that defected, during the meteor's disposal we lost nearly as many grunts as the day Silas died. Not, I should note, by dying in the line of duty. Every defector is a threat to our stability, it will likely take us all year to track them all down."

Oscar took a shaky breath, as the next point pained him the most. "Then there is Mister Chu-e. I want to believe, in my heart of hearts, that Chu-e will tell the League nothing. However we have to be prepared for the possibility of the League convincing Chu-e to talk. In that case we may have no choice but to proceed--aggressively."

In war knowledge was power, and with all the members that fled Rocket was at a severe disadvantage when it came to information. Oscar feared that this could spiral into their defeat, but he kept his more paranoid annicdotes to himself.

tl;dr
--Oscar is concerned about the amount of losses compared to gains.
--Oscar poses the scenario of Chu-e giving information to the League and asks what should be done about it if it happens.

Oscar was still ripping metal from the 'generator's' exterior when the small stakataka was unearthed. Oscar took one look at the charging tike and immediately increased his ripping pace. His hope was to help lead the team to safety by traveling into the 'generator', but fortunately he would not even have to worry about that.

The stakataka was brought to a standstill, and after exchanging a look with Gaultier the beast would return to his task. He wish he could be more interested in the Ultra Beast, but Oscar was more keen to find some ultra space tech. He could still hear the trio discuss the matter of bringing it back into their world though, and at the very least Oscar would provide his two cents.

"Don't forget you have to find a way to transport it. Fucker is probably heavy despite its size, maybe a psychic type could help or some shit."

On that note, Oscar managed to rip off a good chunk of metal and clear a path into the 'generator's' innards. Well kinda, Oscar could at least stick his upper body through to get a closer look. What he found was certainly unexpected. It was a jungle of glowing wires, an endless sea of cords with starry lights blinking across the length of their bodies.

Fascinated, Oscar reached out and gently grabbed one. Pulling it closer, he realized that he could see through the oily black skin of the cord. Within the cord was some sort of circuit board, blinking brightly as an unknown energy surged through it. If Oscar could get a closer look, he could probably figure out what these were for. He gently pressed into the cord's skin and began to tear it open.

SPARK!

Oscar was thrown backward by an explosion of electricity. His suit probably saved him from being fried, but he still felt jolted as he slid across the ground. Oscar blinked as he regained his bears, staring up into the rolling thunderstorms of the Ultra Plant. "Soup's on..." he grumbled, slowly getting back to his feet as a ruckus began around the bowl. Another stakataka was revealed, and it was fully grown. As it rose to its full height, the stakataka that were perched around the rim of the bowl began to roar and charge toward the group. 

Unaware of what set these angry legos off, Oscar clapped his hands together. "Alright, time to figure the mini stak out because we're going home now!" Oscar pulled out a pokeball and opened to reveal a dusk lycanroc named Babadook. "Run! We'll hold them off. Stone Edge!." Babadook began to fire jagged stones into the charging Stakataka, providing the team with precious minutes to make their escape.


tl;dr
--Oscar got into the generator but was blown back out trying to get into a freaky circuit board.
--The stakataka are pissed and their coming for their asses. 
--Oscar sent out a dusk lycanroc and it used Stone Edge on the stakataka.

Prompts Fulfilled:
-- Become electrocuted by lightning, the cords, etc.
--OSCAR CLAYTON's expertise with power plants and electrical work must be pivotal in this thread.

Ceri Glynn , Gerald Kaiser , @gaultier

Up until now, Oscar had been allowing his pokemon to act purely based on their training. However, like any good tactician he knew when it was time to step in make moves of his own. As the krookodile went in for a crunch, Oscar would shout an order to Mustakrakish. "Hook it with your biceps!" 

Musta's first instinct would have been to get away, but he followed his master's orders precisely. Raising his bicep, he let the krookodile chomp down onto Musta's arm spikes. The pain was unreal, but Mustakrakish grit his teeth and forced a cheeky smile. He then proceeded to attempt to thrash his opponent while it was close, swinging his glowing blue tail into the krookodile (Aqua Tail). Hopefully his Confusion would not get in the way.

Meanwhile, the gabite had emerged to strike Mustakrakish with its claws. Baron had luckily stayed close to Musta, close enough to spot the incoming gabite and dive in to take the blow. Baron screeched as the gabite's claws dug into his scales, but it was a worthy sacrifice. As the gabite dove back into the sand though, Baron knew that this would be a persistent problem should it not be addressed. 

So he began to use a sweeping, high-pitched Bug Buzz to blow some of the sand away and hopefully uncover the meddlesome gabite just enough to uncover it.

tl;dr
--Garchomp let Krookodile crunch onto its bicep spikes.
--Garchomp attempts to use Aqua Tail while Krookodile is close.
--Flygon dove in to take the Slash for Garchomp.
--Flygon used Bug Buzz to try and force the gabite out of hiding.

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CIAN MAHER

Oscar shook his head, "Nah you're good. I mean, I started out uncomfortable but you managed to calm me down. It helps that I'll never see you again, no offense." Oscar chuckled, this experience had become a lot easier than he expected. He could barely register the music now, he was lost in the conversation with this faceless stranger. It was pleasant. 

Oscar tightened his grips ever so slightly so that their dance could become more engaging. Their spin was more solid now, a dance with weight and finesse. "I'm no germaphobe, I think I'm just scared to let people in. Physical affection is part of that--but I'm getting better, slowly. I want to get better at it. So I can have more experiences like this."

Suddenly the people around them stopped dancing, the song had ended and many of the dancers took this as their chance to leave the dance floor. Oscar stopped as well, this was as good a time as any to take his leave. "I believe this is where I get off." He said with another chuckle. "I um--thanks for kidnapping me. I think I'll be able to actually enjoy tonight now. Could I get another dance later? You know, if you're not busy."

The stranger would not be able to tell, but Oscar's face had turned tomato red behind his mask. He was not very good at this.

mint frost

By this point Oscar had visited two other bars with Cillian Quinn and Martín del Mar. It was nice to catch up with his friends, but Oscar had made a mistake by resolving to continue the bar crawl. Oscar could normally hold his liquor rather well, but after nearly a year without drinking his tolerance had greatly waivered. Oscar was unaware of this change, and had been drinking as he normally would. 

Oscar had invited @amor to join him at Casino Starlight, but he had already gotten started drinking. Holding a Galaxy cocktail in one hand, Oscar had sat himself at one of the slot machines and had been mindlessly shoveling in tokens. He had yet to win even once, which of course drove him up a wall. His gambling trance was broken by Amor, who greeted Oscar in a friendlier manner than expected. He must be feeling better!

Oscar motioned toward the slot machine, "This fuckin' thing is rigged, i-i-it won't give me anything!" Oscar got up and clutched Amor lightly by the back of the neck. "C'mon let's get you a drink and find something winnable to play!" Before Amor could answer, Oscar would be leading him toward the nearest bar.

Sleep? Self care? Oscar had never prioritized either, though he felt that Mars had a point. He would probably get better results out of his pursuits if he took the time to properly recharge. Oscar's considerations were interrupted by Mars slapping his shoulder, which heavily jolted the light-weighted Oscar. Another reminder that he really needed to start working out again.

Oscar recovered quickly and took a sip of his beverage before responding, "If I'm lucky, but it's hard to say. Who knows what will happen within the next few months, for all we know we could be invaded by clones of ourselves in February. Ideally I'd be done before the next big disaster occurs though."

Oscar briefly looked around, his overstimulation morphing into curiosity. "Have you noticed everyone here has a beard but us? What the fuck is up with that?"

Martín del Mar

Oscar furrowed his brows as he took another drink. He shook his head as he put his glass down, "I don't wanna die, I'm just saying I don't mind if I do. I got a failed god very slowly eating my insides and every month a new horror attempts to wipe us out for some reason or another. If I go out, I won't complain."

Oscar sighs as he reclines in his chair, his beverage sending waves of warmth throughout his body. "I'd just rather die working to make the world better, so that those left behind can fuckin' make something of themselves or whatever." Oscar lifted his glass and realized that it was nearly empty. His neutral expression turned into a deep frown.

"What the fuck, I swear I was pacing myself..."

Cillian Quinn