Scene #7186: The Flower Girl

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Guzma	The Battle Royal Dome is a big competitive arena on Akala Island, located on the big tourist street of Royal Avenue. Wrestling and Pokemon matches take place here, while a malasada shop (a regional dessert) and a massive shopping center stand near it. It's truly a destination for those who have no idea where else to go in Alola. There is a park in the center of the road, the massive dome overlooking it. Tourists travel past, as benches to eat your malasadas sit next to green shrubs and pink flowers. A blonde-haired girl in a white sundress and hat sits with a bag on her stomach, holding a malasada over the slightly open bag. She rips pieces off as she bites into it, smiling brightly after every bite. She opens the bag at one point, and a strange creature pops its head out. It's purplish-blue, some sort of gas bag, with a yellow ridge going around it from top-to-bottom, with a black 'face', yellow 'eyes', and blue cheeks. Two wispy nebula-like puffs pop out of its sphere, going upwards. Small bits of malasada are fed into its mouth. This happened to catch the sight of Tupp, Rapp, and Zipp, who are bored and looking for trouble, who were like 'hey didn't the boss have a picture of that thing' 'nah' 'yeah' 'nah, why would the boss care about a puffball' 'I mean, we could ask' 'oh right we could, HEY PLUMERIA' and then it spiralled into a thing where Plumeria over the phone went 'oh my god they did something right' and now Guzma is actually proud of those morons. Gladion is sitting this mission out, so the Trio is on their own because of distance, but has called in Concord support. What they know about the creature, via Guzma, is simple: It's called Cosmog. It's a massive escape hazard. They've been told nothing else by their emplyoer, but they will be Richly Rewarded for capturing this thing by Very Important People. There's a warpgate not far from here to get to the action. The girl continues to eat her malasada, feeding it to her Pokemon, muttering the words 'Nebby' every once and a while. The Skull Trio run into the supermarket to buy a net. They've got a Plan. They will absolutely need help.
Hesinca	A glowing floor tile appears nearby. This is certainly unusual, but not the strangest thing that happens within the next thirty seconds. The glowing floor tile disgorges a penguin thing. "Dood." A second later, there's another one, and then another one. "Dood." "Doooood." And then a couple more, and then more, and then the penguin things are just simply streaming out of the tile. There's dozens - no, there's hundreds. And then, towering over them at approximately ten feet versus the four foot penguin things, is a demon centaur. "Go," she orders, pointing. They salute, and then they go, streaming forth en-masse towards the objective, an unstoppable tide of demonic puppetry rushing forth... ... into the supermarket, where they all rush in, just simply piling together, clustered up around the first checkout counter they can see. "One net, please, dood," says whichever one in the 300-penguin pileup is closest to the clerk.
Selene	The Trio aren't the only ones spying on the blonde girl and Cosmog from afar. Unlike the Trio, however, the owner of this other set of eyes doesn't settle with just calling in for an assist and plotting. This one goes right for the kill immediately. "THERE YOU ARE!" Selene shouts out as she sprints past the Skull Trio and right for blonde girl, bottles of soda in hand and empty supermarket bag stuck to her shoe. Her sprint doesn't last for long nor does it get her even halfway to where the blonde girl is sitting, quickly devolving into a jog, a brisk walk, and then panting and shuffling all within the span of four seconds. "The... Huh.. Wh. Weren't you sitting closer than this...?" She whines tiredly, all but collapsing onto the bench and struggling to hold just one of those bottles up. "Hgh... Anyway. Is anyone else showing?"
Sylvi	Nets... are for beginners. In any sort of colliseum, there's stadium seating. And in any sort of stadium seating, there's room to play some games. A local-looking LASS in a baseball cap for a punk rock band, t-shirt and shorts, saunters towards the seats that Lilie and Selene occupy. She looks down at a ticket, she looks at the seat. "F22? Cool." It's the proper row and seat to sit next to Lilie - and nobody's sitting there already! It's also not a ticket stub the LASS shows anyone else, because it's a stub that said LASS picked up from the garbage outside and has nothing to do with a seat even close to here. So, really, she's committing the cardinal sin of sneaking into a movie theatre. Kicking her sandal'ed feet up on the empty seat in front of her, leaning back and watching the battles play out. She's got time. Plently of time. Especially plenty to side-eye that sweet dough snacking puffball.
Guzma	The prinny swarm is manifested. Tourists and locals alike gawk, take pictures, and at first, try to get closer like they're a type of Pokemon or something, until the swarm crowds into the Thrifty Supermarket. They go up to the line, pushing the trio, and ask for a net. The store clerk is a teenager, and looks tired. She stares at them for a moment, sighs, and moves to the back wall to grab a net, putting it down. She lists the price. She waits for payment. Before they can actually take the net, however... "Do you want your receipt?" Selene is on the prowl. She pounces at the bench, attacking! No, wait, that's not what she does at all. Lillie looks a little worried about her friend's exhaustion, offering her a malasada. "Hau called and said that a Snorlax ended up falling asleep in his path, so he'll be late." Read: Hau is useless, as usual. She opens the bag further, revealing the Cosmog. "Nebby's enjoying the malasadas, though! The Professor's not returning my calls right now...I wonder why?" Selene would know that her Rotom Pokedex has never been able to identify Nebby, ever. He's simply 'Nebby' to everyone. Finishing the malasadas, Lillie leads Selene to the stadium, presenting their tickets - F21 and F20, with Lillie taking F21. They arrive shortly before the Lass does, and as she takes a seat, Lillie waves briefly to the other girl before moving to watch the show, before closing up Cosmog in her bag. She clearly doesn't want anyone to see it. Why? The Team Skull trio has managed to catch alert of them moving inside the stadium, and Hesinca can see it from outside, so they can follow after. But the Trio doesn't have tickets, so getting inside will require...well, cleverness, bullheadedness, or honestly just walking in because security in Pokemon is a dude with a Growlithe who challenges you to a Pokemon battle. The match will be starting very shortly, so the crowds are gonna get packed, preventing movement. If they want to kidnap her, they either have to wait several hours, do it now, or do it in the middle of the show for the ballsiest points.
Hesinca	"Oh, right, dood, payment. Yes, of course, dood." There's silence. "Hey, dood," says the lead prinny, elbowing the one next to it. "Pay for it." "Hey, I thought you had the wallet, dood!" "No, I thought one of you grabbed it, dood!" "It was my job to hold the wallet last week, dood, don't look at me!" A brief argument breaks out, and then all 300 prinnies rush back into the pocket netherworld, and then they all rush back out, the lead one holding a wallet. A few moments, later, then the three hundred prinnies collectively acquire one net, and then catch back up with their boss. The mob of three hundred prinnies, one demon centaur, and one net approaches the stadium... and then get stopped by the ticket-taker. "Hmm..." says Hesinca, considering the problem, whether he's asking for one ticket or three hundred and one tickets. "GIVE ME YOUR TICKETS," she says, ordering anyone passing by. Slowly, the stadium stands start filling up with prinnies, all finding their seats throughout different parts of the stadium.
Selene	"Mmnnuh. He snoozed, he lose'd!" Selene perks up as she digs right into that malasada, all but inhaling it while continuing to butcher grammar and proper sentence structure. "Maybe he's... Went back to his home planet? I'm still not convinced that a professor's supposed to be so..." Selene doesn't finish that thought. Has she ever finished any thought? She finishes that malasada easily enough, at least, and soon the pair are off to the stadium! Naturally, they find themselves seated next to some kind of PUNKISH LASS, and Selene does what she does best: Chat her up while staring at everything she's wearing. "Whoa, hey! Cool hat! Where'd you get the shirt? Are those shorts comfortable? I need new ones, but I can't find anyone that sells fireproof pants with pockets that don't suck!" It's unlikely to be hard to find Lillie through following all the noise from Selene, even amongst the natural crowd chatter. Thankfully, she's not on guard whatsoever, excited both to chat up her and Lillie's COOL SEATING BUDDY in anticipation of the big match tonight!
Sylvi	The LASS seems to be really interested in the wrestling part of this colliseum battle situation, messing with a phone and trying to look up who's going to be actually wrestling. "Do you think the trainers are going to wrestle the pokemon? The internet said this could be a special debut." LASS asks Lillie, not exactly 'looking' at her. She's close enough to taste - the LASS doesn't need to look. Apprehension. Trepidation. Suspicion. Her worry runs yellow and blue. "Is that some new... kinda pokemon?" The LASS observes as the stadium fills with Prinnies. Selene is pretty sure she's seen this LASS before, but, she's very interchangeable with every other 16 to 19 year old girl on the island, soooooo...
Guzma	Hesinca gets all the tickets. Ticket after ticket is stamped, annoyingly, giving the manager a near-heart attack as he has to do them all in short notice. The prinnies fill the stadium - there's some other people there, who were already there, but overall, the Concord controls the stands. They could literally do the wave on command and basically be uninterrupted. One of the Prinnies gets the seat the LASS is sitting in through ticket. That's not going to be annoying for the Prinny at all. The LASS, meanwhile, can look up the competitors. They're two regional champions in a big exhibition match - the Masked Royal and his Incineroar, the local Alolan champions, versus some French dude (really Kalos, but whatever) named The Eagle and his luchador bird, Hawlucha. While she's hiding Nebby, Lillie does talk to the Lass, a little timidly. "Well...it's a tag team match, two Trainers and their Pokemon. The trainers wrestle each other, same with the Pokemon, but, sometimes they do cool duo stunts. -well, that's what Hau told me. I've never seen a wrestling match..." A pause, as the LASS asks about the Prinnies. "What /are/ those...? There's so many!" As the crowd is full, the show starts. The announcer starts introducing the wrestlers, and they enter into the ring. The Eagle is just some guy pretending to be a superhero with a dorky little bipedal wrestlebird. The Masked Royal? He's the real deal. Black and white pants, black arm and wrist bands, otherwise shirtless, with a goatee, and a red-yellow-blue-green mask that represents the local elements. Selene immediatelly gets a 'this guy looks vaguely familiar' vibe but might not be able to place it. The humans left in the crowd cheer, and it's expected the Prinnies will cheer too, otherwise it'll be weird for the TV cameras. By the way, there's TV cameras! A full crew is filming the match. A complication? Or an addition to the excitement?
Hesinca	"Um, dood," says the prinny whose seat the LASS is occupying. "You're sorta, um..." Prinnies are not good at confrontation. What they are good at, though, is following orders. "Hmm... plan V," says Hesinca, 'sitting' in four consecutive seats. "Plan V, dood!" says the prinny next to her, calling for another prinny in a nearby section, and so the word spreads. A few moments later, when Hesinca thinks enough time has passed for the order to spread around, she brings up her hand, and snaps her fingers. And all at once, two hundred and ninety-eight prinnies all reach into their outfits, and pull out large plastic horns. Across the entire stadium, there's an overpowering dull roar of "BZZZZZZZZZZ", droning out the announcer and anything being picked up by the camera crew, punctuated by the occasional "dood". "Yes," says Hesinca simply, nodding to herself as two hundred and ninety eight vuvuzelas bzz along in one monotone ur-sound. "This is good."
Sylvi	"Oh, yeah. Shorts are the best. You can wear them with or without tights or leggings if you're feelig that, easy to move in, really just comfortable." The LASS comments, leaning forward to chat up Selene. "I got the band merch online. I'm really into the underground thrash scene, you know? It really speaks to me." She continues, bringing her phone up to show Selene a picture of four dudes with identical waist-length headbanger 'haircuts' and enormous beards and an album title in what appears to be Finnish. Then the vuvuzelas start. Does this count as an enviromental hazard, or a status effect? Is it both? The LASS looks cross, clearly having been invested in the WRASSLE.
Selene	"Trainers against Pokemon directly, though... Oh man, that would be so cool, right?!" Selene looks from the LASS to Lillie in rapid succession, the enthusiasm practically bleeding off of her. "I mean, most of the trainers would probably get wrecked by the beefy boys, but some kinda karate master versus a bird? Or or or a police versus a horse? That would be awesome!" The gears are already churning in her head as she hops in place in her seat, barely even sitting in the thing. It takes a while for her to settle down enough to resume staring right at the LASS and her phone. "... I wanna put my hands in those. Do you think they got soup in there? Hmmn... Shorts over leggings, huh? Darnit, I should get some of those! I was gonna last week, but mom and dad were all 'no, you're gonna fall in with the WRONG CROWD' and then I went to bed and forgot where I put my wallet until this morning, but..." There's a long pause, and then her voice suddenly taking on an ominous tone. "... Hey. Do you have a Xbox"? There's something about this LASS that seems weirdly familiar, but Selene needs to confirm those suspicions first. Just as quickly as she asks, though, her attention is once again stolen by the mass of weirdly familiar penguin things filling the seats. "... Huh. Haven't I seen these before?" She asks herself aloud, reaching for one with no consideration given to personal space whatsoever. Soon after, however, she's distracted again by the appearance of THE MASKED ROYAL as well as his Incineroar. Yoinking one of her Pokeballs off her belt, she taps it against her forehead and lets a small black cat with red stripes out briefly before hoisting it onto her head and turning towards the main stage. "See that, Torracat? You're gonna become that beefy boy one day! And I'm gonna fight that guy in there some day up close and personal with his chiseled abs and...!" Selene trails off, squinting at the Masked Royal in the distance before nudging Lillie a few times. "... Hey. Haven't we seen those abs before?" She holds a hand up in a V shape as she does... Something or another visually, then winces at the sudden blare of vuvuzelas. There's a long pause as she looks around at the coordinated noise blast, holding one finger up to her ear while an INTENSE FIRE burns within her eyes. She holds a hand up to a prinny again, reaching for it... And holding up three fingers. She points one at herself, the second at Lillie and the third at LASS. No way she's sitting out of the dumbass noisemaking.
Hesinca	The prinnies know better than to protest, and three of them hand over their vuvuzelas to the LASS.
Guzma	Vuvuzuelas begin firing up. The humans in the crowd begin covering their ears, some leaving or complaining at the prinnies, while security tries to step in, but is vastly outnumbered by stupid penguins. The Eagle, down on the field, can't put up with this, and mouths that he's going back to his dressing room, as the referee steps off the stage. What a diva. The camera crew turns off their equipment so that they're not streaming horrible noise to the people at home, putting it on a commercial break, while the Masked Royal... Sees a couple of teenagers up in the crowd, and begins posing for anyone paying attention. He's not going to disappoint all the fans, whether they're penguins or what, by leaving to the dressing room! Besides, something's suspicious. Why are there so many penguins?!
Sylvi	Selene has a good eye! And basic pattern recognition! Unfortunately for her, she is confronted by someone unafraid to wear shorts over leggings. A true rebel. A villain. "Nintendo Switch." The LASS lies coldly. Well, it's true, but it's a lie by deflection. The WRESTLING is destroyed by the Vuvuzelas, which is then offered to the LASS. Three of them! The LASS carefully distributes vuvuzelas to Lillie and Selene, and then, holding hers and staring at the prinny, snaps the instrument in half before crumpling it in her palm. She returns the crushed, fused mass to the prinny with an unkind smile. "You ruined wrestling. Remember that." Then, she turns back to stan for the Masked Royal. "Woo! Yeah! Do a flip! Lift some heavy stuff!"
Hesinca	> You threatened the Prinny. > The Prinny Will Remember That (+500)
Selene	The match coming to an abrupt end has Selene halting briefly, furrowing her brow as she starts connecting the dots between vuvuzelas and thematch being put on hold. The Masked Royal continued showboating still keeps her engaged enough, though, and she cheers for the strangely familiar trainer while the Torracat on her head vibrates in annoyance from the noise. The vuvuzela passed over to her doesn't get used as a vuvuzela at all, but as... A loudspeaker! A really crappy loudspeaker, but it does help her project further even if it's not clear what she's shouting. It sounds like she approves of the Masked Royal, at least! And the LASS' display of plastic-crumpling power, apparently. Her suspicions are stayed well enough by the deflection, although the ease displayed certainly catches her eye. She makes another noise in the vuvuzela, then goes for regular shouting once Selene finally realizes that she's unintelligible with that thing. "Masked Royalll! I'm gonna fight you one daaaay!"
Sylvi	"Just fight him right now, he's not busy." The LASS suggests over the BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR of Vuvuzela. "Who's going to stop you from rushing the stage, the horn birds?" She means the prinnies.
Hesinca	"Wasn't I supposed to do something with this, dood?" wonders the net-holding prinny. The others continue to play, just enjoying the sheer artistic expression and creative freedom involved in playing one note at one volume alongside hundreds of others doing the exact same thing. Prinnies are simple people with simple tastes.
Selene	"Now? Nah, there's not enough build up yet!" Selene shakes her head, pantomiming stair climbing with her hands. "I need to build up some momentum fighting jobbers first so I can get a real intro, or it'll just look like I'm getting pushed too hard by the upper management! Or worse..." That ominous tone returns. "... Becoming a part-timer champ."
Sylvi	"What're you talking about? The cameras are off, the dude is flexing, go for it. It's your pre-debut, to see if you're ready for the big time. There's no push." The LASS smirks, though she has to basically shout across Lillie. "Just be you, you know?" The LASS looks to Lillie. "You agree, right? She should totally no-fear go up to the Masked Royal. At least for an autograph or something." She somehow manages to deliver the next line without any sister smirking at all. It's a tremendous effort. "We'll be here cheering you on, right?"
Guzma	Security has given up on the prinnies, and management is probably going to call the police, who are also outnumbered, to help them out. Someone's staged a mass interruption of the show and they don't like that! This is unscripted, unstaged wrestling, unlike that Unovan stuff, after all. As the LASS encourages Selene to go up, Lillie tilts her head, and then, finally, nods, going with the superior force of personality. "Yeah. You're a big fan, right? It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And if he fights you, it won't be on TV, because I think they turned off the cameras, so..." She looks over to the upset TV crew. "Good luck, Selene!"
Selene	"... Oh yeah. So this is more like..." Selene closes her eyes, her grin widening as Lillie offers her coerced support. "... An exhibition match!" A beat, and then Selene starts dashing down the stands to get to the main stage proper. "I'll be right back, you two! Don't fall in!" She shouts back to Lillie and LASS, nearly tripping on the way and eating major shit. Luckily, she gets away with just landing on a couple of other people or Prinnies on the way, but Selene's course of action is laid out clearly before her. Figuratively. Who thought it'd be a good idea to make the stage so hard to get to? It gives her enough time to figure out what she wants to get signed by the time she gets to the Masked Royal, at least. "Masked Royal! I challenge you to a fight and or to sign a thing for me!" For the vaguely familiar wrestler, she presents to him: A KNIFE. It's weirdly blocky on the back side with a yellow cross guard, and it might be a little/very familiar to the Prinnies. She's presenting it for signing, right? Probably. She's not trying to stab anyone with it, anyway.
Hesinca	"Hey - hey, wait! That's the knife I lost at the preserve, dood!" says one of the prinnies. And then it becomes gradually aware of a presence looming behind it. "Do you know just how much one of those costs to replace?" demands Hesinca. "Uh-oh, dood..."
Sylvi	Lillie is coerced by spiritual (social) pressure, and Selene goes for it. Selene goes for it with a knife. "Wooooooo!" The LASS calls down. "Yeah! Get 'em underground style!" She continues, before settling back down, throwing her albows over the back of her chair-- And placing a hand on Lillie's shoulder, once Selene is down on stage. "So. Is your friend in the bag going to be alright with it closed like that?" She asks, her voice barely carrying over the vuvuzela BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Guzma	With security distracted, a teenaged girl somehow gets past them, Selene making it to the stage to talk to the Masked Royal. He's first shocked, then smiles, then shocked again when he sees the knife. "Woah, Selene! You know, kids shouldn't be playing with knives, right?" But, nonetheless, he carefully takes it and writes on the side with a pen he always has handy, before handing the pen to Incineroar, who writes a pawprint. Yes. "I don't know about a match, miss, as fun as that'd be. It seems the stadium company isn't happy with all those penguins playing the vuvuzuela. Why's your friend up there? Should have brought her down here!" He gestures towards Lillie, having apparently recognized her in the crowds. Lillie is shocked by the knife, but, cheers for Selene too, when the LASS asks about the friend in the bag. "W-what?" Immediate defensiveness. "I don't-" And then, as Team Skull Trio finally gets inside, Rapp leading the pack, Lillie shakes slightly, opening the bag. "This is Nebby. He's...afraid of bright lights!" Easy lie. She moves to close the bag back, as the trio moves to start circling Lillie with a net in their hands. Lillie's not stupid, though, and notices it, as she tries to get up. "I-I need to use the restroom, excuse me..." Fear. Not necessarily at the LASS, but it's strong.
Sylvi	The LASS's hand is like trying to lift the bar at a roller coaster - there's a little give for comfort, but it's rather immovable otherwise. Looking own at Nebby, the LASS blinks. "Cute little thing, huh. Looks like a orb-y smartphone case." She decides, as Lillie puts it away. The lie gets a sad little 'why would you say that' smile. "Now, that's too bad. Sunlight's nice. No, no, stick around." She points with her other hand, as the Team Skull grunts circle around. "The wrestler guy's waving at you. Wave back, right?"
Hesinca	There's a line of prinnies. At the entrance to both restrooms. They're not going in, they're just... queuing up. Does Lille dare break etiquette and cut in line?
Selene	"Kids? I'm already-" Selene's interrupted briefly by the blare of vuvuzelas. "-years old! Besides, I-wwwwait a minute." As if catching something, she squints at the Masked Royal from up close while watching him sign that knife, alternating between vibrating excitement and HIGH SUSPICION. "How do you know my name already?" She doesn't wait for an answer, thankfully, as she snaps her fingers almost immediately after asking that. "You've heard of my other persona, then! Good, good... Er. I mean... Of my client's work." Nodding quickly, Selene's grins grows as she gives the Masked Royal a knowing nod. "She'll be waiting, then, Masked Royal! Ooh, but yeah, that's a good idea." She shifts tones rapidly as she goes from vaguely conspiratorial to that more childlike excitement from seconds earlier, turning on her heel to wave at Lillie with her newly signed and previously stolen knife. "Lil! Cool chick! The Masked Royal wants you to come down, too!" As she yells over the din of the vuvuzelas, though, she spots another familiar figure, and she stares right at Hesinca with that seem vacant grin. "... Hey, isn't that the lady from...?"
Guzma	"...yes, yes she will." Good save, Masked Royal thinks, as they wave towards Lillie, but any chance to gleam more of the situation is distracted from Selene pointing out Hesinca. Masked Royal squints, recognizing her from a police report he got offered of 'shady individuals to warn trainers about'. "You're right. This is feeling very unsafe, all of a sudden!" Which gives Lillie the time to realize she's been got. Too many shady people. Bathrooms, full. LASS? Untrustworthy. Lillie takes a breath, and waves towards Selene for her own safety. And then she carefully tilts her bag, and dumps Nebby under the seat, speaking to keep eyes up on her instead of the bag. "You're working for them, aren't you? Why can't you people just leave us alone?!"
Sylvi	The LASS's cold smile and intense stare continue, watching Selene tip off the Masked Royal and the pair getting pointed towards Hesinca. It doesn't matter. It's already checkmate. "Am I working for them? Ah - no, no. Just a family friend." The LASS doesn't explain which family - or what kind of friend. Standing up, the Lass moves her grip to Lillie's wrist, lightly pulling her up. "Come on. We'll go outside. Find you a bathroom." "Don't forget your bag!" She urges, with iced 'friendly cheer'. With the goons this close - the prinnies all about - Hesinca on the floor, and Team Skull closing in... The Lass had a moment to smile, coolly, down her nose at the Masked Royal and Selene. "Maybe we'll wrestle next time." She laughs lightly, drowned out by the vuvuzela.
Selene	"Right? Kids might get confused if they start asking where she came from!" Missing the Masked Royal's point entirely, Selene starts heading back up when she sees Lillie starting to behave rather oddly. Yes, even she can notice when something's wrong once in a while, and this is one of those rare situations when Lillie actually raises her voice. "Eh? Hey, what's going on up there?" She comments partially to herself and partially to the Masked Royal as she starts heading back towards thep air, still not quite noticing the LASS' role in Lillie's discomfort. She starts taking the stairs two at a time to hasten her approach, moving at a fairly brisk clip (for her). "Something's off... Let's get outta here, you two!"
Guzma	Lillie knows Selene is coming, but that grip...that menacing aura, she knows it's not safe. And she can't drag Selene into this. She nods reluctantly, and moves along as the LASS pulls her away. They'll be gone before Selene can make it, especially if a crowd starts up. Nebby hides under the chair, for Selene to stumble upon first. The Masked Royal is called by his manager away, so that the match can be discussed. The camera crew isn't rolling. The Concord can pull away easily.
Hesinca	All 299 prinnies file on out, followed by their demonic leader. Somehow, despite never having bought anything to eat, brought anything to eat, or even ever having been seen eating anything, there's empty popcorn buckets and soft drink cups left behind at every seat. "Alright, that operation was a success," says Hesinca, as they walk single-file into the glowing floor tile that's still at the entrance to the stadium. She pauses, and looks at the one holding the net, still. "Why do you have that?" "Beats me, dood," says the net-holding prinny.