It's a summer day in the Cerulean City, temperatures are up to 93 degrees Fahrenheit. Many of the humans in the area have decided to go swimming in the nearby river. Maverick and Lucky are not here at the moment (for reasons that could be given later when Lucky's player arrives, if he wishes).

Hanging out by the Pokécenter is a glaceon who looks absolutely exhausted. (This pic is perfect! Though imagine instead of ice and water, the glaceon is resting on grass in the shade)



(Also, for your convenience: http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Cerulean_City )

  Superbird is convinced that flying type is waaay more annoying to deal with than water types.  After all, the ceiling is much higher up than a pool is deep!  And that's if your indoors.  Joe meanwhile, is at the beach cause hey, beach.  Why not?  He's not quite literally Red White and Blue patterned today because while he's got Red swim trunks and a blue T-shirt on, he's actually got a sun-tan as opposed to cave nerd white skin ;D

  His pity radar is tingling though, as he looks over to see the particularly Meh'd out Glaceon.  So he wanders over, and says "This may be a stupid question, but you okay?"  Double stupid because he probably can't read the subtitles.

Problem with Superbird's assessment is that glaceon isn't water. It's ice. Which flying types are weak to. Water types also know ice moves at times, so even then... but that's beside the point. Superbird is super! So none of this matters! ...because he's too lazy to fight anyway.

The glaceon looks up at Joe lazily and head-shakes. "Glay..."

  Superbird thinks you can take your logic and Rock Paper Ghost chains and send them a polite but disapproving letter.

  Joe meanwhile, gets about the kind of answer he expected.  "Of course.  You here with anyone?  I'd figure if so we should find them.  Otherwise if you don't mind sharing space with soda cans I got a cooler over there." Joe thumbpoints to mentioned plastic cooler O Ice and delicious soda.

The glaceon perks up! It rushes over to the cooler and jumps in! "Glay!" wallowing a bit in the ice with the kind of look someone might get while getting a good back massage.

The glaceon snatches an ice cube into its mouth and then paws at one of the cokes.

Meanwhile within earshot, and in easy visual distance, a sciency looking type is putting dealing with the final calibrations on a rather large looking machine wet up on a flatbed truck.  Reb/Blue/Yellow vetrens may recognize the machine from a visit to Bill's, as it sports a central console with two large tubes at either side.

   "I have no idea why Professor Bill was so quick to give up on this device.  Something that can turn humans into pokemon is a great invention and sure to bridge the HUman-Pokemon gap once and for all!  Now if only I had a volunteer...."

  "At last, Scientific evidence bringing soda is good for health."  Joe, lookin at the big picture.  He heads over to the beach blanket and umbrella oasis at a more casual pace, sitting down and commenting "I got some straws if you wanted a soda." Still no crazy straws though.

  He kerblinks at sudden impending doom(light variety) sense, and looks over in Koo's direction.  "But if I do not have opposable thumbs, how will I properly open soda cans?"   Again, Big picture.

Again, some pokémon have opposable thu-*gets kidnapped by nonsense police for using too much logic*

Glaceon wiggles an ear at the mention of a straw and Joe protesting to losing his thumbs. "Glay! Glay!" the glaceon says, nodding and pawing at the coke. The ice fox demonstrates by nawing on the can that it does NOT have opposable thumbs and thus, can not open said can.

The sciency looking person glances over.  Sciencey regulation glasses get nudged back up on their proper resting spot and he hmms.  "I see.. I should invent an automated can and bottle opener for pokemon that don't have thumbs."  Or nice people could just open said containers.

"I suppose for now if you were to have no thumbs, I'd be happy to open your cans for you, if you'd be willing to volunteer for a testrun of this machine."  He comments to Joe, "Think of it.  Being a pokemon, to see the world through their eyes, to speak with their voice, to understand what it means to be a pokemon.  Through science!"  Well he is nice enough to walk over and open the ice fox's can.

  Speakin of nice people (not that Joe believes it.  He'll deny being a jerk at the same time though, why your brain make no sense?), Joe does indeed provide straw now that Koo has opened the can.  "Yeah, but I have this crazy thing going where I like being me.  Speakin of which, how come you're not trying out the machine youself then?"

The glaceon sips happily at the coke, letting out a generic squeal of happiness, eyes closed, big smile. Then opens its eyes to look at the two humans, wondering why it is one wants others to be pokémon without wanting to himself. The glaceon also thinks loss of thumbs is a good reason NOT to be a pokémon. But share these thoughts? Sadly, the glaceon does not speak English unlike 4 known other culprits (Meowth of Team Rocket, Lucky (conveniently a meowth evolution), Chalice (Tim's vaporeon character) and Hyper (Tim's Raichu character who really only knows the bare bones basics of English).

The glaceon figures it'll just enjoy the coke while the humans sort out their... unusual topic.

Another required adjustment of glasses.  Really the Science-Gaming Nerd Guild requires that all glasses be adjusted, nudged or otherwise slightly moved avery few minutes. The sciencey guy grins and shows off the machine.

  "Well I would test it myself, but!  Someone has to be able to moniter the various gauges and readings, and power flow signifier thingies.  After all, it isn't as  easy as turning an on off switch."  He sighs sadly, "It never is.."  Well he might be exaggerating a bit, but to the unfamilier the console might look a bit complicated.

  Joe's personality is mugged by his lack of anything better to do at the moment in a dark alley, and the body is thrown in the river.  "You will be in need of replacement ankles if I get stuck, just so you know."  Joe sets aside an open with straw iced tea just in case anyways.

  Okay, let's do this crazy shenanigans before Joe changes his mind.

The glaceon wonders what happened to "no thanks" and will fight for Joe if needed, due to Joe having been nice to the glaceon. It watches the two cautiously and idly wonders if this is one of those things Officer Jenny would be upset over.

The scientist isn't forcing Joe to go through with this though!  If Joe said no thanks then the scientist would've nodded and searched for another volunteer.

  "You know, you don't have to if you don't want to.."  THe scientist takes his place at the console, "Any particular species of pokeon you'd like to try out being?  Perhaps one with thumbs?"

  Okay, let's see...  Growlithe is the best pokemon ever (Actual Factual statement. Honest).  But they no have hands.  "Well, if you actually had someone more enthusiastic about it then yah have them do it instead.  But there seems to be a lack of that sort at the moment.  I dunno, Machop I guess?"  They know Kung-fu!  And both have a mouth, and don't have boxing gloves 24/7.

Ever wondered how cute a giggling glaceon is? Well TOO BAD! Because as powerful as pokémon are, they don't have the power to read narrative. The glaceon continues to watch, swishing its tail idly.

Will have to tickle a Glaceon to find out how cute one can be while giggling.  Someday.

The scientist nods and programs the machine.  A last moment pause to looks around.  Not many people seem interested at all.  They're probally busy with their own things no doubt.  "Okay.  If you'd be so kind as to step into the machine, we're good to go."

No way anything will possibly go worng.  Trust in science!

Joe will punch them in the ankles to make it easier to punch them in the head if something does go wrong, of course.  In the Joe goes.  "Just in case in advance, I regret not being more sarcastic."  short post is short, but Joe player hungry.

The glaceon idly wonders if the machine can turn pokémon to human, but can't ask even if it wanted to. So instead, the pokémon just watches! :) The glaceon puts paws up on the edge of the cooler to peek over in curiosity.

The machine is activated!  With typical beep boop whirrr DING! and hissy steam releases the process is done rather quickly, as in one tube a human goes, and out the other a Machop comes.  See?  Nothing horrifically tragic happened yet.

The scientist grins, "Success! Ha!"  He hmms softly, "You know, given we can turn the subject back into a human, I wonder if it'd be possible to turn a pokemon into a human..."

  Joe would point out they should keep spare clothes handy if they wanted to try the other way around, but, language barrier.  "Machop, chop."  Translation, 'I feel, short'.  First order of buisness, claim sungladdes from beach seating location.

  There, now Joe is a Joe Cool Machop.

The glaceon is amazed. "Glaaaay...." Translation: <Woooow...> and now Joe is capable of picking up on the lingo. <Gosh... I hope you like it?> the glaceon says hopefully. <Oh! Thanks a lot for the ice and the drink!> it says with excitement, bouncing a little in the cooler.