[SNEAK PEEK]Do Not Disturb
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Do Not Disturb
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By Limewah
Featuring characters from the Pokémon company
SNEAK PEEK
Sascha was in no mood to talk to anyone anymore. The final day of the conference was over at last. After sitting through interminable keynotes, taking part in excruciating 'networking' games, and going through the most inane conversations possible, the tall tigress' social battery was running completely empty.
She'd gone out for the evening, wearing a thick overcoat over her best skin-tight purple jumpsuit, a shade that matched the dark pokeballs on her silver belt, with every intention of just dancing the cold, snowy night away and talking to absolutely no-one.
If only.
Almost every man in every bar she went to made a beeline for her to chat her up - and there were even one or two kids (what were they doing out that late?) who tried to challenge her to a Pokémon battle. She had a hard time not snapping at them when she refused.
The night was a wash. She would have to settle for staying in her hotel room.
She was debating whether or not dancing alone in her room would be too sad or not when she noticed a distinct sound from behind the door. It sounded like the shower was on. She sighed. Had she forgotten to switch it off in her morning exhaustion?
It wasn't like the hotel was going to charge her more for it, and besides it was all covered by the company.
She tapped her room card against the door, and it clicked and slid open.
She was immediately blasted with a fur frizzing cloud of steam. She coughed reflexively before stepping inside.
She could hear the shower blasting away from the bathroom, but that was eclipsed by what she was seeing around her.
The room was decorated with greenery. Thick tropical leaves poked out from every possible little nook and cranny; they rose from under the carpets, descended from the light fixtures. Her bed was similarly covered, the mattress shocked and constricted by thick stems like it was participating in a shibari session.
...She didn't even want to think about what was causing this. She marched straight across the room to the complimentary phone, stepping over vines to get to it and plucking little weeds from between the buttons.
"Hello, could I get housekeeping to my room? Room 330, please. Thank you."
She didn't notice the bright yellow pitcher-plant emerging from the steamy bathroom and slowly creeping up on her. She turned just as it was upon her, its viny tentacle-feeler grasping her around the wrists as she yelped - not with terror, but with surprise.
"Victreebel!" she said, immediately pawing at her belt to grab at the Pokéball Victreebel should have been in...
She hadn't noticed it was subtly lighter than usual until now.
"What're you doing?" she hissed. "Why did you ruin the room?! Do you have any idea how much trouble I'm going to get into?"
This was the sort of thing that hotels would fine you over. And her job was either going to make her pay for the repairs, or fire her.
The beady eyes of Sascha's Pokémon looked a little confused, downcast, and sheepish. It gurgled and shuddered, and Sascha could see that the plants' growth was halting, and starting to retract just a little.
"Oh, good, it's reversible." she said with a sigh, pulling her wrist out from Victreebel's insistent grabbing. "You could've said you were getting cold, poor thing..."
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