Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Spark had found a clothing shop today! A clothing shop! And since he was arguably the most fashionable of the Team Leaders (this was patently untrue, Blanche had Candela and himself beat by miles), and since the front door appeared to actually open when he tried one of the mystery keys that had been by his bed that morning (first rule of RPGs: Try every key in every door, okay?), he was quite happy to invite himself in and start perusing the stock.

He had to give a small nod of approval at the selection. Whoever ran this place clearly had a healthy appreciation for the color yellow. Of course, Spark had a bit of a bias. And anyway, his own shopping adventure had been cut short when he came across a selection of hats.

...

If anybody needed assistance in the Demon Marcus today, they could try flagging Spark down. He'd happily give you fashion advice that involved pairing hoodies with leather pants. But they'd have to interrupt the cutest dress-up session featuring one highly enthusiastic Pokémon trainer and his faintly exasperated Pikachu.

At least it wasn't his Zapdos?

[OOC: Open!]

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[myownface]

"I'm sure they do," Spark mused, thoughtfully. "Pokémon gyms show up pretty much anywhere."

For better or for worse. Bars. Churches. Graveyards. Historical landmarks that you couldn't get to without a boat...

[notconflicted]

"Do they have a workout tape? Those are much easier."

Not that kind of gym.

[myownface]

"You know, now that you mention it, I don't think they do? But that would make things much simpler. Maybe I'll think about putting one out myself!"

A workout for Pikachu. It'd either be adorable or seriously weird.

Probably both.