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Who: Everyone!
Where: The newly discovered island
What: After recent events, the people of Union could use a bit of R&R. What better place than a tropical island?
Warnings: Drinks with little umbrellas in them, swimsuits, idek

An island paradise, discovered just off the southern coast, less than a day's travel from the city. A strong enough Pokemon could easily carry their partner and others out there. It was hard to say just who sent the original message, but pictures surfaced, with the tagline "Don't you wish you were here," came over the warp bands' feeds, and, like Venomoths to the flame, people began clamoring toward this new found tropical get-away. Those who wanted to go would find it easy enough--with so many people making their way to investigate, for whatever reason they claimed (but let's be honest, it was probably the beach), one could just hitch a ride.

The island itself appeared untouched by human contact. The Pokemon were strange and different compared to the fare immediately around Union. A warm breeze blew through palm trees, carrying the scent of hibiscus flowers. The water, blue as the summer sky, was warm and inviting.

This truly was a paradise.

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That. That is quite interesting. Red watches with fascination, and so does Abby.

Which is a shame for the Charmander. Yes it looks like quite a bit of fun, but sadly it just isn't for him for obvious reasons. Red however looks deeply amused by it. "Man, you should coin a name for that. You might have a big thing on your hands if it takes off."

Abby pouts. {It needs some way to keep the water off...}

But it already has a name! It's something humans and pokémon used to do a lot, back in the olden days. Victor grins at the Charmander, {Yeah, sorry. Your flame can't go out, right? I guess surfing isn't the sport for you.}

That's all over Red's head, but it looks great. History wasn't his thing at all. So he sits on his haunches, thinking hard on a name.

Abby fidgits with Red's hat meanwhile. {No, it can't... I can't do a lot out of the forest.} Which makes him very sad, and Red picks him up. "Don't worry Abby, we'll find something that's not in the water we can do."

Then a pause Before he looks down at Victor again, "Hey, where's your trainer? I can't even address you by name without someone to tell me."

Victor offers a sympathetic smile, {I can understand that. I can't ever be too far from water or else I'll dry out. So don't feel too bad, ok?}

Ah, his trainer? Victor stands up and looks around. He catches the sun glinting off of some metal in the distance and he calls out. He offers Red a smile. He's coming now!

But that's not a trainer, is it? No, that is a bird walking this way. A very large bird with brassy metallic coloring. Except the bird -- a skarmory -- speaks in human language.

"Ah, Victor. What's up? Oh!" the bird looks at Red with one eye in a very avian fashion, giving a weird kind of grin with his non-beaky lower jaw. "Makin' friends, huh? I guess you need a translator."