Victory Road!

Who: Steven Durante + (most of) his friends and found family
When: backdated to November 1st and 2nd
Where: Goldenrod
What: Steven celebrates his first Dia de Muertos out of fairy captivity: a mingle log. Please feel free to put up toplevels and tag around!
Warning: Terrible language and drunken shenanigans entirely likely to ensue.

( All of your passions I want to celebrate )

[TL;DR: Steven built some altars, got Hythlodaeus to draw pictures, and covered ‘em with offerings that the ghost pokemon are probs going to take away after this is over. He’s laying out a spread of food and also booze, and honestly, if you’re a Rocket or an ecoterrorist, you can probably handwave an invite to the larger daytime party if you want. Eating and telling happy stories of the dead are the order of the day. Treat this as a mingle, baby. Apologies for my wordiness.]

[The camera (likely being held by a pokemon) reveals Steven Durante, sitting on a stool in front of a recently complete bar. Behind him, the words FIGHT CLUB in florid script can be read on the mirrored wall behind said bar. Tyler and his ever-present Natu stand to his right, behind the bar and a Hawlucha is busy posing to his left.]

Hi. This is Steven Durante. So, as most people in Goldenrod are probably aware of by now, what with the posters and the radio commercials and everything, Fight Club--the city's newest Fighting pokemon-themed drinking establishment, brought to you by Tyler Huang and myself, with help from Handsome Jack--is having its grand opening tomorrow evening, September 4th.

But what not everyone is aware of, because we haven't talked about it since we made our first announcement, is the other half of this establishment. The part we haven't mentioned in our ad campaign. The part that we were waiting to spread by word of mouth among the locals before we opened up, because it's a bit... outre, shall we say.

Because in the basement of Fight Club? That's where our actual fight club exists.

One-on-one hand-to-hand anything-goes combat matches between humans, no pokemon involved. It's not the kind of thing the Jennies will be too keen on, so we're trying to keep it on the downlow. Once the bar opens tomorrow, there'll be fights every night as long as there's people who sign up for them.

Speaking of which--if you want to reserve a spot on the fighters list for tomorrow or any other days upcoming, let Tyler or myself know. If there's a particular opponent you want to fight, you two can sign up together. Otherwise, we'll just go down the list.

Dr Pines, I hope I'm not presuming that you still want in on any night you attend?

Who: Steven, Tyler, and Hythlodaeus
Where: a little cafe near the Goldenrod Radio Tower
When: this upcoming Wednesday
What: Tyler attempts to fix the liability that's Hythlodaeus
Warnings: Attempted brainwashing, probably a lot of bad language

Steven isn't one-hundred percent sure why Tyler is insisting in coming along to his Wednesday pre-work lunch with Hythlodaeus this week, but he did. Maybe the man's found a way to blackmail Tyler into friendship? Stranger things have happened.

Seeing that Tyler's brought his Hypno Teller along, however, is enough for Steven to send out his Drowzee. Mesmer's always glad to see his father, after all.

[Usually when Steven does a video post or message on the pokegear--getting more and more common as the weeks go on as he gets used to his old (if definitely older-looking) face again--the background is a finished basement, which slowly but surely becoming filled with more and more ghosts.

Not this time. This time Steven's in what looks like some kind of... well. Drinking establishment. One that's in the process of being refurbished. He gives the camera a friendly smile.

As usual with him, the video is captioned.]

Hi. I'm Steven Durante, which I suppose some of you might already know. I'm here to talk about... well. Employment opportunities for people. My friend Tyler Huang and I are going into business in Goldenrod in the upcoming months with a combination drinking establishment and underground fighting establishment. [Brief pause.] Literally underground, that is. It'll be taking place in the basement. Hand-to-hand, of course, since that's really the only option here.

Tyler and I already have financial backing sorted out. We're now looking for other people to work here. We need bouncers and bartenders primarily. It's steady work with regular hours and a competitive wage, which we intend to keep pace with cost of living increases. And, of course, there will be an employee discount. Besides that, we're all otherworld transfers, so we understand when... incidents happen.

[Another brief pause.]

Also, Lydia wants me to tell people that she's also hiring for a business venture of her own in Ecruteak. Since she's opening up a nightclub, she'll need much the same when it comes to having bartenders and bouncers, but she's also looking for professional or skilled amateur dancers willing to turn professional in order to provide the entertainment.

All of us are advertising in the normal public jobseeking channels, of course, but we wanted to make sure that our fellow otherworld transfers are specifically informed. And also, I suppose, to create some anticipation when it comes to the fighting establishment aspect.

Anyway. If you're interested, please leave a message here; we're all keeping tabs on this one. Otherwise, please direct message me, Lydia, or Tyler. Text is preferable for Tyler. Lydia and I are fine with whichever format.