<strong>Location:</strong>Douglasberg Casino<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elly, Draven<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/missouri/images/s/missouri-casinos.jpg)<br/><br/>The casino was everything one could hope and respect from the region's most popular resort town. Gamblers of all ages found ways to lose a little or a lot of money, while having fun in the process and, maybe, eventually getting lucky. For those seeking a more risky and challenging thrill, there were plenty of poker, blackjack, and roulette tables set up down the center of the massive main floor, along with a couple other games that came from Tetso. For the younger or more casual crowds, dozens upon dozens of the ever-popular slot machines lined the walls and sat in little islands around the area, offer quick and cheap entertainment, and the promise of some unique prizes beyond just the regular cash payouts.<br/><br/>Quite a variety of restaurants sat off to either side of the main floor, crowded with both gamblers and other guests in the resort hotel in the many floors above. With Tetso's first Pokemon League Summit starting tomorrow, the place was probably as crowded as Elly or her family had ever seen it, which certainly wasn't bad for there wallets. It meant a lot of work for those involved, though, setting up events here in the casino, at the beach, in the Safari Zone, and at the battling centers to keep people entertained and paying out while they waited for the main event. The hotel's main conference room was off-limits for those kind of activities, though, being the center of the upcoming festivities.<br/><br/>Of course, the floor was even more crowded with all the pokemon that were walking with their trainers (Psychic pokemon strictly prohibited to avoid cheating), and with the crowd gathering at the center of the floor it was starting to make sense. A man in a rather bright suit seemed to be announcing the sign-ups for some sort of Pokelympic Games, for trainers to test their pokemon in a variety of non-combat challenges, all for the chance at some mystery grand prize. Judging by the clock and the speaker's information, qualifiers for the Pokelympics would be starting in about ten minutes, so time was of the essence for any last-minute sign-ups.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://api.ning.com/files/mdHZvw03i*CGtsDN0LtfmUcgwnGEzcn1TYwBd-dIje3UhHDsWx0iVsng64hRwI31SfNV4pQJqB1nofG6HkqXVYVMMEycorew/Drayolagain.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cedric Oleaster<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Seastorm Ferry<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Katsuo<br/><br/><strong>Current Pokemon:</strong>Gloom (Priscilla), Turtwig<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cedric paused as he heard footsteps around the corner, ducking behind one of the pipe clusters to stay hidden. Based on hearsay, he had tracked the suspicious man down to the boiler room, where no civilian was authorized to go. Strangely, there wasn't any crew down here to stop the individual or at least help the Gym Leader find him, but from the looks of it, he had just found someone. The footsteps were too tentative to be a crew member, so there was a chance it was the one he was looking. With only one way to find out, he stood and quickly stepped out of his cover.<br/><br/>"Stop. What are you doing down here?" the Grass trainer asked at the young, blue-haired man before him, Priscilla's pokeball raised and ready to be thrown if things got ugly. You never could tell what sort of trouble a person was willing to get into. He knew that from life experience.