"
Yeeeeeen." A plaintive growl interrupted the pleasant slumber that Simon was enjoying.
"Mmmwhat is it?" He asked, somewhat coherently. He reached out blindly for his alarm clock, kind of surprised that he hadn't even-
"Yah!" -Simon tumbled onto a cold tile floor. His eyes flew open then immediately shut against the harsh light of industrial strength florescent lightbulbs. The ceiling lights did an execellent job of illuminating a small room with sparse furnishings and a heavy metal door labeled
.
"
Miy?" Shadow's muzzle dipped down and he nudged Simon's shoulder none-too-gently. Was his trainer playing a game? Or was he just clumsy? Simon gently batted the inquiring nose away as he slowly rose to his feet. Memories of the previous night filtered in while he stretched.
Wanting to get away from the group for a bit Simon had taken his Pokémon and temporary acquisition to the Pokémon center for healing. As always Nurse Joy had been perky, polite, and punctual. The healing had taken only minutes. On the way out of the Center Simon noticed a sign pointed toward his company's office building. So he'd taken a moment to stop by. He decided he could use a little normalcy after the strange events in Mt Moon.
Little did Simon know that the office clerk had quit, the manager's niece was sick, two of the delivery men were out with mono, and the janitor was on strike (no one knew why). A harried assistant had informed Simon of the chaos as soon as the trainer swiped his card key at the door. A stunned Simon had been forcibly dragged into the lobby then recruited to take over some of the jobs that needing doing. It was a temporary thing, the assistant assured Simon with his hands still latched onto Simon's arm, and he'd be paid out of pocket just so 'we can get some order around here'. Though initially he wanted to refuse Simon decided that he could use the money to buy new supplies and food. In addition to the odd-jobs Simon discovered an official job he had to do. A large heavily-taped but light-weight box was to be delivered from Cerulean City to Vermillion City. 'For some big stuffed-shirt who can't be bothered to leave his 'home office' to pick up his package.' was the assistant's grumbled comment. As politely as possible Simon disengaged the assistant's grip and began to freely wander the most-empty building to see what needed doing.
It was 10pm before Simon finally finished everything. And he was sure there were still things left to do. But the week's packages were sorted, the lobby was cleaned, and the boxes littering the hallway had been taken outside. Simon had recruited Shadow (who instead of money was promised a nice juicy steak) to help out with some of the manual labor. The assistant dutifully paid Simon's fee and then returned to his stack of paperwork. Knowing that each office contained a few rooms in case of visitors or bouts of workaholism Simon decided to find one. He needed a break before returning to the Pokémon center.
Apparently he'd fallen asleep.
"Why didn't the night guard notice me?" Simon wondered out loud. Maybe the night guard was on strike too?
'This place is a mess...' the trainer sighed. This place was a far cry from the small but well maintained office Simon was used to working out of. But the efficiency of his home office was largely due to his manager. A large but friendly guy who knew how to work with people but not micromanage them.
Simon missed his home office...he missed his
home city...
But on the bright side, he had some spare cash and the potential for more once he finished his delivery. 'Stuffed shirts' usually gave good tips for personal deliveries.
'Hope he's not in some secret forest like that one guy...'
"Come on, bud, let's get out of here." Simon grabbed his pack and exited the room. On his way to the elevator he stopped by the Employee restroom to change clothes and brush his teeth. "I could use some breakfast." Simon informed his reflection.
"
Might!" Shadow agreed enthusiastically. The Pokémon beat Simon to the stairs and to the front door. Steak was a powerful motivator.