Jonathan Bradshaw - Cinccino with butterfly wings
The Food Court
Affected Roleplayers: @Noblejanobii

I found out the grim news. Sloane had dropped one of her PokéBalls in the chasm and was afraid it might have killed the Pokémon named Odessa inside. But then again, this place has a thing about it where it doesn't want you to die. I wasn't sure if that was out of sympathy or out of sadism.

"Well, you don't know for sure..." I told Sloane, thinking there might still be a way to get her back. "Don't give up hope, you know. And I'm sure it wasn't your fault. Heck, I lost my entire belt of PokéBalls when I got turned into a Shroomish from eating a tree nut before tripping and falling down a hole. I haven't given up looking for them, and hey, you shouldn't either."

I wrote "Warning, floor may open up unexpectedly. Be careful!" on the tiled floor with the marker. That way, the chances of this happening to someone else were far less than before.

"Jonathan, help!" Sonya cried out again. "I ate one of those... things and...!"

Oh come on, I couldn't believe Sonya wasn't satisfied with the Infernape form and ate something after that. I just looked toward where her shouting was coming from and just sighed. But I just shrugged and looked back to Sloane.

"Say, what Pokémon is Odessa?" I asked Sloane, figuring Sonya could afford to wait after yet another blunder. "If I find her Pokéball, I'll keep her safe until we meet up again. This girl... ugh, I swear she's never going to be satisfied with what these things transform her into. It's up to you if you want to wait around for us to figure out what's best to eat around here, but if not and you'd rather search for Odessa, I definitely don't blame you and wish you the best of luck. But man, this Sonya girl sure is fussy. Anyway, in the meantime, here, take one of these yellow muffins. They make you grow a pair of butterfly wings like the ones I have, which... you know, might be helpful in a pinch if you ever need to fly."

I offered Sloane the yellow muffin, knowing that while the wings might have prevented her from falling into the hole in the first place, it would at least prevent the same kind of thing from happening again. However, if she never ate it out of fear for what food does to people here, I couldn't blame her. But then Sonya cried out again.

"Jonathan, pleeeassee!!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I sighed before calling out to Sonya, quickly rushing over the "Quadratic Formula" serving counter to get to her. "Hey, what you had before wasn't-"

And then I saw what she had become. A ceramic, green clown head with swirly eyes and a tongue that was sticking out. Holy crap, that was just abysmal!

"Good lord, what did that to you!?" I exclaimed. "Whatever it was needs to burn in a fire, never mind get a warning label!"

"It was the crackers!" Sonya complained. "Oh, please, just feed me something else! Quickly!"

Yeah, wasn't this just a barrel of fun...