Tianna walked down the halls with a brisk pace, talking directly but kindly to someone through the bluetooth around her ear, which was hidden by her long blonde hair. "I understand, and it's alright. Go find the head of the maid staff. She is a master at stains. She will have it out in a matter of minutes. Just be more careful next time." She hung up, and sighed. This past week had been a disaster. First they get the wrong detergent, which covered a large amount of their pristine white sheets with blotchy blue stains. Then, the freezer in the kitchen breaks, spoiling some of their food. Next thing she knows, there lawn mower breaks, injuring one of their best yard workers. And just yesterday a rotom got loose in the halls, possessed a vacuum, and demolished six floors before it was caught. She shuttered at the memory of all the regurgitated dust and broken decor.

And now there was this. They had just gotten a new supply of grape juice and a bellhop, hurrying to get all the luggage carts in place, accidently hit the cook taking it to the kitchen, and it had spilled all over the lobby of the Gem Palace. This wouldn't have been a huge problem, since the floors are made of marble and precious gems, but Tianna forgot that she had gotten a fresh order of decorative rugs, and had been storing them there until after her meeting with the Head of Designs. Needless to say now they were all purple and wet.

She finally made it back to her office. Going inside, she navigated through the box of papers, making sure not to step on any of the many papers that had fallen on the floor. Her desk, which was usually neat and cutely decorated, had been cleared, and was now covered in papers she had been reading. She sat down at the desk, after moving a pile of papers that was in her chair, and leaned back, exhausted. Her first month as manager of the resort and president of the board of directors wasn't going so well.

She heard a knock on her door. "Come in," she said.

A guy with extremely spiky crimson hair poked his head through. "Bad time?"

Tianna sighed and rubbed her temples. "This whole week has been a bad time, but I can't fix that."

He smiled. "Well, there's no need to worry now. Your star assistant Terence is here to get whatever needs finishing done."

Tianna smiled as well. He was a really great assistant. Along with his witty attitude that kept her spirits up, he was amazingly efficient. "Well, where do I start? Tammy is going to need a lot of stain remover ordered to restock what she's going to use to clean the rugs. Someone will need to place a new order of grape juice. I need to go meet the Head of Designs and talk about the hotel rooms, along with what to do with the rugs. The construction crew on the new arena is behind. The water in the lake is making the pokemon sick. I would mention more, but am I right to assume you have your own list."

"Ah, about that." He lifted up his clipboard which he was holding. "So, the wildlife department wants to make sure that there stock of wild pokemon is approved, the chefs want to make sure that the new menu is approved of after the recent freezer incident in case the new food doesn't arrive in time, and security wants to meet with you and go over there new protocols, some of which you might not agree with. The list continues, but these are the most pressing matters scheduled for today." He looked around the room. "And from the looks of it you haven't finished with this mess yet?"

Tianna groaned, leaning onto her desk. "No. Our marketing department screwed up, and we aren't getting applications for the tournament. Ever since the first tournament's incident, we've lost all credibility. And we can't have a grand opening tournament with four people."

"Can't you just bring back the old contestants?" Terence asked.

"That's the reason behind this. I can't find all of the applications. Without that, they aren't eligible. Plus, I put all of their contact information with their applications."

"Well some of these look like applications," Terence said, shifting around some of the papers.

"Yes, I have some of them, but I can't find them all. I'm missing two." She picked up her list. "Marcus Lanson and Leon Quinn. It's been so long I hardly even remember what they look like. I think Leon was the one with the interesting mother."

"No, that was Nion West," Terence said, looking down at one of the applications.

"Then I have no idea. I've been going through everything from the archives, but it hasn't been much more than a lot of safety complaints from the tournament incident." She sighed, looking at the four envelopes on her desk. "Though it's okay. I couldn't just turn down the few new applications we have. If only I had my-" She cut off, looking at Terence. He had looked away, and was making the face of someone who was trying not to smile. "Terence." He looked at her, still trying to keep it together. "What are you not telling me?"

He started laughing. "I'm sorry. I almost had you though." He pulled out a thin folder from behind his clipboard. "I had finished all of my assignments, so I went to organize your filing cabinet in your room, remember? It was so bad it took me a few days to do. But I had found this. I heard you asking to see the archives, and guessed this was what you were looking for."

Tianna took the folder, flipping through it. "I knew this was somewhere. I distinctly remembered making a copy of all of the applications." She set it down. "But like I said, what should I do with the new applications?"

Terence smiled even more. "I might need to put in a word to the head of the tournament, but I have a feeling I can make some arrangements."

Tianna got up, picking up some of her papers. "I don't know. You've just heard how busy she is."

Terence pulled a pen out of his pocket and started writing quickly on his clipboard. "Should the president allow it, I think I can free up her schedule a bit. And before you ask, it won't be too much trouble."

Tianna straightened the papers, and set them back down. "Very well. I'll make some calls and make sure that whatever meetings you go to they know I sent you. We can discuss arrangements for the tournament later this evening. Maybe at that coffee stand?"

"Ah yes. I heard they changed their name. I think they're called the Midnight Carbink now."

"Yeah, that one." Tianna followed Terence out the door, and immediately her phone rang. She sighed. "After we finish everything today, I'm going to really need that coffee."

Apologies to those who already contacted me about this, but I was wrong. I wasn't getting the OC's sent in like last time, so this will go around I will be using both old and new characters. I had thought about using the old characters, but I was dumb enough to clear out my inbox, where the profiles were. But I found my copy of all of them, and got a few from the original senders. So now, it is a tournament of twenty. Since you are allowed more pokemon than last time, and a mega, I will be contacting all of the original senders of the OCs, and making sure that they have a chance to add any pokemon. If you were one of the original people who sent in an OC, you can expect an email from me this week. Also, you can expect an update most likely around every Monday. (hopefully...) So get ready. The Kabota Resort is about to begin!