(Pre-Show) The Recreation Dome

[Guu]

Continued from the Dojo.

Guu lead Doomguy by the hand into the recreational area. Once again, the sheer size of it astounded her. She could sense it all, restaurants, dinners, pool tables, dance halls, movie theaters. So much to do, but so little time to do it in!

Out of curiosity, she sensed to see whom else was in the area. She ignored all the employees she could and searched for the strange and unusual. A ninja in a doctor’s outfit, that’s a new one on her. Pointy-eared guy with weasel buddy. Guy in snazzy hat. Literally Mickey Mouse; she’ll have to look into him later. She continued the scan for any other primes that might be interesting, until she happened to recognize one.

‘Gilgamesh!’ she thought. ‘He’s here!’

He was a floor up so clearly he can’t of known she was here. She began to get nervous at the prospect of running into him again. Not out of fear of being attacked mind you, but it would be incredibly awkward considering the last time they saw each other face to face was when they were trying to kill each other. The thought of talking to someone whom you’ve made bleed… felt like an odd concept. Not in the mood for a reunion just yet, she double-timed it to the bar, straddling along a confused Doomguy.

She took him to the most obvious bar she could sense; obvious as in its stereotypical décor. The walls were plastered with paintings of lumberjacks being awesome. There was a stuffed moose head up towards the ceiling. The bar surface was a familiar polished wood. Even the bartender looked cliché, being the finely dressed man you’d have expect from a place like this.

The two got seated at the bar.

“What could I get ya two?” He said in a vaguely British accent, wiping down a glass.

“Just whatever beer’s the cheapest.” Requested doomguy.

The bartender cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Sir, all goods are free to contestants.”

“Oh… Hmmm… I’ll take that.” He points at a random beer on display.

“Virtsa Vesi? Alright, sir, fine choice!” He said pleasantly. Doomguy cringed at the fact that he got the foreign shit. The bartender turned to Guu. “And what will you have little lady?”

“I’ll have the wine.” She said, but she raised her hand up when he actually went to get it. “No no no, that was a joke I’m only ten. I’ll have some apple juice.”

He grabs a bottle with a very fancy “Vertsa Vesi” logo labeled on the front as well as apple juice stored in a wine bottle. He pulled out two mugs and filled them to the top, placing them in front of them. Guu raised her glass towards Doomguy.

“To good friendship.” She said. The two clink their glasses together and downed their liquids.

…They both spit, spraying their drinks all over the bar.

“I can’t drink this shit, it tastes like piss water!” Complained Doomguy, slamming his drink on the bar and pushing it forward. “Get me something American, no fancy shit!”

“There’s alcohol in this apple juice? What the hell? What part of ‘I’m ten-years-old’ did you not understand?” Guu yelled as loud as her monotone voice could carry. “Give me something with no alcohol!”

“But miss, everything we serve has alcohol…” He stated as he pulled a beer off the shelf with an American flag on it.

“Seriously? What about the water?” She asked.

He was frozen for a minute.

“The water too? The hell?” She asked. After shaking her head, she jumps off the stool and runs out of the bar. “Be right back!”


Guu and Doomguy clink together a large mug and a Mcdonald’s paper cup. Doomy chugged his drink and looked quite satisfied. Guu had to settle with sipping from a straw. Slamming his glass on the bar, he turned to the pink princess.

“How’s that kingdom of teenagers going?”

“Oh fine. Better than expected.”

“That’s good I guess.”

“Just sold our first crops. Got us enough money and supplies to last us for a while.” She said calmly. “We also got some new members to the town. Animals that walk on two legs and talk, bat cat things that raise giant chickens, and a group of Pokemon filmographers.”

There was a brief silence between the two.

“I guess it would make sense your kingdom would attract the weirdest of folk.” Doomy responded.

“Yeah…” She said, her voice trailing off. She was quiet for a little while before sighing. “It’s weird. I’ve gotten so used to being a princess. I just lose myself to it. Eventually I’m too busy caring for others that I stop being the trickster I used to be. I guess most would consider that a good thing… but eh…”

After another moment of silence, Doomguy spoke up.

“That’s growing up for ya, kid.”

“Haha, true. Though it’s probably a good thing I came here. Just a little break from myself for a bit. Trolled the hell out of that Ron Burgundy guy.”

“Red coat? Mustache?”

“That’s the one.”

“Nice.”

“Anyways, what have you been up to?”

“Did some mercenary work for the Empire. It didn’t last long. Jackasses the lot of ‘em.”

“Never seen the empire’s armies before. They don’t come around the Tangled all too often.”

“Consider yourself lucky kid. Also broke an innocent out of jail. Had a run in with the PLF…”

He felt a twinge of guilt as the memories came back. So many lives ended… Guu however looked at him with confuzzlement.

“The PLF? What’s that?”

“You don’t know of the Pokemon Liberation Front?”

“I know what Pokemon are…”

“It’s a terrorist group. Scum.”

“Woah… I’ll have to ask the Pokemon I rule over about them sometime I guess.”

“They’re never good news.”

Guu was about to ask some more follow-up questions but something on the very edges of her senses caught her attention. It was someone familiar who had walked into the lobby just then. Suddenly, she leapt from her seat.

“I apologize, but I must cut this short. There is someone I must see.”

“No problem. See ya later kid.”

She suddenly dashed off towards the location of the lobby at top speeds.