Princess Diary

Dear Diary,

I think about him in my waking hours and dream about him at night. I remember when we spoke on the phone, my joy that he was okay. Oh, boy—if only I can sum up all of my insecurities about his mission, but I have always brought myself up to be optimistic, no matter what. Optimism really does me good, since I'm snatched every other day of the week!

Mario and I finally got our chance to glimpse what Luigi is up to when we were selected to represent the Mario universe at the Las Vegas Smash Convention. We kind of wished that Luigi was there to represent so he could pull off those combos of his at the exhibition. Then, it occurred—maybe we could meet up with him, or he'd drop in and say hi. He always makes sure he's in the know about these kinds of things, ever since the combo exhibition he participated in two years ago.

The night before, I slip down a Warp Pipe with Mario to Sin City. Master has already arranged a luxurious room for us at Planet Hollywood. The other reps will be staying at Planet Hollywood, as well. I'm so nervous and decide that a nice shower will calm me down. Just as I get the water temperature to my liking, Mario slips into the shower with me. He has a different idea of decompressing which involves a sturdy Mushroom, a slick Warp Pipe and a wet, wet world. The bathroom soon becomes filled with our moans as we let it all out of our systems, commingled with other—wet—sounds. After we feel better, he goes to dry off, and I rinse down the evidence, resuming my wash.

Mario waits for me as I emerge in my bath towel. Since Luigi maintains close contact with him, he has more knowledge of what's going on with him. He updates me on his whereabouts—Luigi and his new friend have spent the last few days investigating Spike and his activities. They received help from a former minion, Quaz, who offered them a thick pamphlet containing who, what, when, where and why before skipping town, perhaps to avoid Spike's wrath. They won't move in until they've formulated a sure plan. Smart choice.

That night, I ask the Stars to watch over Luigi and use my Wish powers to make sure he comes to no harm. I also ask for any and every Luigi fan out there to use their prayers to keep him safe. When I fall asleep, I dream of a girl in a pink dress. Her name is Paula, and she tells me that she received my message and that we can communicate telepathically. I know that her power of prayer saved the world from Gigyas; Ness told me back in Melee. Now, Paula has sent out another telepathic message to her friends and all of the Luigi fans in the world, to come together and pray for him and protect him against attack. Coupled with my magic and the Stars' magic, I can safely say that Luigi is in good hands.

I awaken to a familiar sensation between my legs. My eyes open to find Mario waking me up in his own unique way. The convention is today, and we have to get ready. But I'm hot and wet for my plumber, and he's hungry for me, so we blow off more steam with a few morning rounds in the bedroom. Room service comes with our breakfast, which we eat in bed while we make small talk. After our breakfast comes more friskiness; we finish it up in the shower and, fully satisfied, get a jump on our day.

We meet the other representatives outside the convention center, which opens early for us so we can help set up. The voices of the attendees are heard. Among them is a young kid obviously playing Smash Bros on his 3DS with another man, presumably his father. By the time the guests are let in, everything is ready. The live entertainment, the activities, the booths, the Q&A tables, the food court, the tournament area—and the big combo exhibitions at the end. I always love it when these conventions roll around.

And so many familiar faces—the legends! Jigglypuff is squealing with delight at the man tying a familiar green headband around her head. Fox chats with Leffen, Mango, Hax and Westballz. I myself am confronted with Armada; we say a hearty how've-you-been. HomeMadeWaffles, Mew2King, even Taj—they're all here. We see eager Smash fans ready to mingle with us, and we have most of the answers to their questions, as well as questions for them. Our pens are fresh and ready to leave autographs. I feel the energy all around me and it pumps me up. That's good. I need it for later.

My keen eyes notice a man with jet-black hair, hazel eyes and a square jaw, dressed as Luigi. Beside him merrily skips a boy in a Pikachu suit.

Wait a minute—I know them!

It's Val and Paul! What are they doing in Vegas?

Mario and I confront the duo, and I make good on my threat to tell Luigi on them. He doesn't sound angry. How odd.

We all agree to meet up here to catch up, put a viable plan together and knock everyone's socks off when it's time to show off our combos.

And that's why Mario and I are killing time with a private eye/gamer/cosplayer and a young Boy Scout/Luigi fan.

That's why the future looks less foreboding now.

Luigi's on his way here, so I have to go. I'll tell you how things went later!

Yours truly,

Princess Toadstool

Peach

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