[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Iron]

Led by Larry and Ventus, the party makes its way down Route 01. The number of eager trainers creates a palpable sense of tension in the air. Ralts in particular sometimes feels like he is physically slowed by their competitive gazes, as if they are a barrier of molasses.

So Nathan lags behind just a bit, and he is the first to hear it.

"BEEP. BEEEP."
"dungadungadungadungadungawhirrrrr"
"BEEEEP BEEP"
"Hey, watch it!"
"beep beep"
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

What? What was that last bit, especially?

A humongous RV comes rattling down Route 01. The tread on those tires is so huge it doesn't mind the occasional pothole or muddy spot. Despite many wide windows, the drivers don't seem to see a few trainers or Pokemon who barely get out of the way. Clearly, its owner fancies himself a bit of an engineer, for there are add-ons and gadgets conglomerated onto the sides and roof and undercarriage. Not even Larry or Ventus know what they all might do. This thing is to self-contained vehicles what your tent is to a tarp and string.

But that's not even the strangest thing about it. There seems to be a COW on the ROOF - a Miltank, to be precise. It's standing happily on all fours, looking about in all directions, feeling the wind in her fur. Whenever the RV hits a pothole, Miltank jutters about and her bell rings wildly. But she never loses her footing or her confidence. "Mooooo!"

There is a crunch as the RV pitches headfirst into a trench (3' deep, 3' wide, 10' long) that wasn't there before. A Geodude climbs proudly out of the trench and assaults Vincent, stealing some more of his rock-hard hardtack. Then it follows the party at a respectful distance, chewing.

A big, happy face pops out of the RV window.
The man is wearing a straw hat and an Alolan shirt. He is very sunburnt and rather chubby.
The passenger side window opens too, admitting a beaming woman with copious amounts of hair. At the rear window, a clown's head appears behind the glass, pressing its big white palms on the window. It makes despondent faces at you, then laughs silently.
Ralts picks up a rolling wave of good cheer from the RV, its two human occupants, and the two Pokemon inside (or on top, in Miltank's case).

"The name's Tramp. This is my wife, Belle. Meet Miltank, up on the roof, and Barrinerd. Finally, this hunkajunk stuck in the muck is Trax. Little help, trainers?"