(OOC: If you are not at the host or made a post that you are there, then you can always make a post reacting to the host and basically be at the "orientation" already. We have time skipped to the next day.)
BIC:
The host walked up to raised stage, looking at all the participants. He had a mic and poked the sponge on the mic. A resounding thud could be heard from the speakers and he jumped at that, causing a few giggles amongst the crowd, them being Sean after he flinched from the sudden sound.
The host smiled and stood up straight, putting on his best profile of a host. His voice held an announcer quality to it that would capture mostly everyone's attention.
"Welcome, everyone! Thank you for coming here and participating in our Annual Almia Tournament for the Liberty of the Tower Ceremony hosted North of Peril Cliffs. Let me introduce myself. I am Host Michaels, but you can call me Host. Yes, Host is my first name and my profession. I've been hosting this ceremony every since the actions taken against Team Dim Sun vanquished them forever as commemoration for the heroes who have saved us, and I've also reported news while getting in the action with the Rangers and Operators in charge of keeping Almia safe. I'm also 35, great with kids... Single," with that, he kept a straight face and eyed everyone down before his facade broke and he started laughing. Some people, after realizing it was a joke, giggled a little. "Now, now, you're not here to see my Poke-Tinder profile. But damn, I look swole.... I mean... When I was a bodybuilder during the summer," a picture of his poorly photoshopped face on a bodybuilder with the beach in the background showed up on the screen overhead. He looked up and looked a little offended, but it was all play. "Hey, this isn't a comedy stand-up. This isn't even scripted, get that out of here." The picture stayed for a bit before disappearing, allowing any pictures to be taken by this ridiculous, off shaded pasty white face on a really tan, buff body, that is also photoshopped on a beach. "Okay, now that humiliation is done.... And I thought the kids were bad..." He peeked over at the people in charge of the screen, and one of them was trying to hide his smiling and giggling behind his hand. He sighed and then continued. "Now, let's get down to business. The brackets for everyone will show up behind me."
A large screen came to life and, on a green backdrop of a harbor that resembled Pueltown, had branches coming off from either side. There were 16 spots on each side, each prong had everyone's names.
"Now, the first round will have you using one Pokemon. Once you beat that, you are allowed to use three in the second and third round. In the fourth round, you use only three Pokemon again, but the battle changes while you fight. It is completely randomized, so be careful. In the Semifinals, you use a full team with the battlefield changing mid-battle. In the Finals, you use a full team, but now the battlefield stays static. This not only tests out how well you've trained your Pokemon, but your creativity on the fly, as well. Now, about the way we roll with battles. Switch-ins during battle is allowed, BUT... You have to raise both of your hands up- I'm kidding. You don't have to do anything special, just switch in. Just don't be a d-... Jerk about it and have your Pokemon dodge an attack with a switch-in. You can use any combination of Pokemon in your battles," his censorship caused his face to visually flinch a little. Darn kids...
Now that everything was done, he began to wrap it up. "Thank you all for joining in on our hermit-like culture and allowing us to be super hospitable. This screen stays up and is updated every round. Those doors over there will only permit participants that are up for battle. Yes, both of you must enter the tunnel together, meet each other in the middle of the battlefield, keep your dignity and say some sportsman-like things, and then head off onto one end of the field. On the second floor, we have a bridge heading into the stands, so you can sit and watch. We tend to make battles here formal with as much sportsmanship as we can. Respect your rivals and enemies, since they are the ones that help make you better by either building you up or being the bad examples that you can learn from. Good luck on your future battles and may you have an awesome time here in Almia. The next fight will be between Serena and Dennis."
With that, the man left the stage and gave the man operating the TV screen the mic, while also wagging a finger at him, to which the man responded with a chuckle before putting the mic away.
Sean looked on in awe and giggled at all the jokes and especially the picture. His Pokemon were sure enjoying the little bit of entertainment, too. He looked at Colress and gave him a thumbs up and a hearty smile. "Well, I guess it is good luck now."