Team Nova Mini-Mailbag: Season 2.8 Discussion!

Yes, but we usually had more than just 3 voters besides myself.

Yet indeed.

Sure.

The curtains parted, and two unfamiliar machinations on stage greeted the studio audience. One was a glass cylinder in the middle of the stage. Behind it was a giant roulette wheel, much like what you would find in Wheel of Fortune, propped up against the wall. It held wedges of various sizes, each with a variety of labels, such as "Swimsuit", "Slowpoke costume", "Lingerie", "Banana suit", "Ballroom dress", and "Gym Leader cosplay". The options labeled with "sexier" outfits were suspiciously larger than the others.

Anna materialized onstage with a puff of smoke. "Welcome back to the one, the only, and the great: Team Nova Mailbag! Now, attentive viewers may have noticed a few peculiar doohickeys on the stage! Well, let's waste no time in showing what they do! Put your hand together for our next guest...

XEROSIC!"

The interior of the glass cylinder flared up brightly until dissipating and revealing the mad scientist standing within in all his glory, holding a tightly sealed glass container with some kind of transparent fluid and marked with a biohazard symbol. Xerosic calmly looked up at the audience and his surroundings, calmly took off his glasses with his free hand, wiped them on his shoulder, put them back on, and then looked over the audience and stage again.

"...Interesting," was all that Xerosic could say.

"And now," Anna declared, skipping over to the roulette, "what will our guest of honor wear today!

...I regret some of these wedges," Anna grumbled under her breath.

Anna spun the wheel. The ledge it landed on was...

"Ta-dah! Our guest will be clowning around in the Jester Costume!"

The cylinder flared up again. A full-body mirror was rolled up in front of Xerosic as the glass doors slid open and the fog faded. Xerosic observed the brightly colored jester outfit that replaced his labcoat, the white facepaint making him appear even paler than he thought possible, the rubber nose stuck on his face, the red smile plastered over his mouth, and the rainbow-colored afro wig pasted on his head. He looked at the container he previously held, now replaced with a small horn. He honked it, curiously.

"...Most interesting," Xerosic said.

"Ha ha! What a riot!" Anna commented. "Anyway, send in your questions for the old coot! I'm going to see if he knows some tricks; I think we have a unicycle in the back."

A perplexed Xerosic stared blankly at the audience as the curtains closed.

You can post the intro and I'll quietly edit Anna's last line to "Thursday".

Also, k.

So, just confirming that Maurice'll happen?

"Yo, yo! Let's start this mailbag show!"

Anna burst forth onto the stage to the cheers of her waiting audience. Her outfit of the day was denim shorts, a black bra, and an open red jacket. She held a mic up to her mouth as the stage speakers gave her a beat.

"The name's Anna, I'm your host for this show. Today,
we're throwing down with the head of N-O-V-A!
You better do your best to question him,
to keep it fresh, not pester him
'cuz now we're blessed
to see the conquest master of disast-"

The jaws of darkness burst form the floor below Anna and snapped her up like a bear-trap. Billowing tendrils of shadow erupted from the hole, muting all sound on stage and knocking the stage lights around into a chaotic disco. The portal in the floor slowly expanded, and soon the entire stage was consumed by the Distortion World.

The audience was impressed by the special effects.

"I. Hate. Rhyming."

A spectral Giratina took form (Origin Forme to be exact), and Maurice eventually followed suit. He slowly floated up into view to hover in front of Giratina, hands still in the pockets of his red-chain enhanced business suit.

"I heard your call and decided to accept it." He snapped at the audience, "Send me your questions and I will answer. But be warned, if I am deliberately angered, I may decide to demonstrate the many ways I can slaughter Mankeys instead."

"I will answer questions as well, but don't get excited. You couldn't hope to understand me anyways."

"Yeah, yeah, do what they say." said Anna's voice from the rafters of the auditorium. A glance upwards would see her strung upside down by stage rope and an ankle. She was thoroughly annoyed. "The one time time my managers let me freestyle..." she muttered.

Anna performed a power-slide through the velvet curtains to greet a barely-there audience. She was wearing what might as well have been string as clothes, which means that the show is desperate for ratings again. On the plus side, the less in-the-know viewers learned something about the redhead's shaving habits.

"I've been instructed to 'get on with it before viewership declines any more'," Anna said bluntly. "And who am I do refuse?" She turned back to the stage with an erotic and exaggerated sway of the hip. The roulette thing was propped back up, adjacent to the classic, tried-and-true Warpdrobe from the swimsuit season.

"Now, as I spin this roulette wheel, let's give a warm bonjoir to our first guests: Little Mimi the Espurr and Miss Emma...Last name unknown!"

The Warpdrobe whirred to life (albeit with some coughing that hasn't quite been worked out yet because someone was slacking) and the stage was covered in a dense fog. A trio of Duckletts wearing some slick shades waddled on stage, bowed to the audience, and began flapping their wings, sending the fog away with Defog. Two confused figures were quickly revealed. One was a smaller feline creature. The other was a feminine form in an orange two-piece. The front of the outfit was modest enough, although attentive viewers would notice that the back was a different story.

"Wha- hey! This isn't F--"

The two newcomers snapped out of her confusion as the small but dedicated crowd in attendance cheered and applauded. Mimi immediately hid behind Emma's leg. The girl looked around before realizing where she was and how the crowd was most likely cheering for her. She didn't seem to immediately react to either her revealing attire, or the sudden cold draft she was feeling.

Anna left the roulette come to a stop as she went over to greet the Kalosian. "Welcome to the show, Emma! How're you feeling right now?"

Emma's eyes darted between the show hostess, the audience, Mimi, and briefly to the Ducklett waddling backstage. She then realized she was asked something that she didn't quite catch, so she just thought to say the first things that came to mind.

"Where am I? How did I get here? Where's my Essentia suit? Who are you? What on Earth are you wearing?!"

Anna was about to respond to the questions with "Actually, I ask the questions here" when a bright light flashed out of the roulette. "Hold those thoughts," she declared, as she turned to see the end result of the roulette she left spinning. She fought off a scowl as she realized just what the other guest was wearing.

Hugh blinked a few times. "...Damn Xerosic, what..."

Hugh trailed off as he noticed the size of his hands as he was bringing his palms to his face. He realized he was stuffed in a large and cumbersome suit. It took him a few seconds to realize he was forced into a Slaking suit; his face visible through the head's gaping (yawning?) maw.

"Welcome, guest! Come on, everyone! Put your hands together for the return of Mister--"

"Hey!" Hugh exclaimed a few moments after seeing Anna. He began storming over to the best of his ability. "This is that mailbag thing! And you're the one who showed me that vulgar-ass comic about my sister!"

Anna's eyes widened as she realized Hugh's memory of his previous appearance wasn't wiped like it was supposed to. "Security!"

The transmission cut to the "WHOOPS! TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!" screen with the destructive Rotom just as a group of Mankey fell upon Hugh. Again.