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[It had been a long, and thorough conversation with Professor Birch, but in the end it had proved to be a somewhat(?) fruitful one. Professor Layton had a few of his questions answered, but only to find himself with an armful of more questions. From what he could gather, he was not the only one to suddenly apparate in New Bark Town, of the Johto Region. His tale of being suddenly thrust into Pokémon - “Pocket Monsters, as some referred to them” - ownership was not unique, and to that Layton felt a modicum of relief.

Now that he finds himself alone yet again - save for the Yamask carefully tucked away in his coat - he realizes that he had also found himself at a loss. Professor Birch had recommended he contact the local police, using the device known as the PokéGear, but all of it seemed so confusing. All the information, the loose ends and the spiraling mysteries of his predicament swirl around him like a flock of starlings. However, with a closing of his eyes and a slow draw of breath, he manages to right himself. Keep calm.]

Now is not the time to panic. [He assures himself, pulling a pen and journal out of his breast pocket.] Now is the time to compile information.

[Whenever a puzzle or a case was too complex, Layton always took the time to jot down his thoughts. One could never know when a stray idea would be the key to unraveling the Gordian Knot. At the very least, this could serve as a diary of events if ever he were to return home to Luke. The Professor is certain that the young man would have a multitude of questions, especially regarding the creatures here.

In taking a moment to scan over his notes, he catches sight of a particularly friendly - he hopes - looking passerby. Not one to shirk an opportunity, Layton holds on to the brim of his hat as he hurries over to the stranger.]

Excuse me! [He comes to a trot, then a gentle stop.] Do pardon me, my name is Professor Layton. [He extends a hand, the other still holding onto the brim of his rather tall top hat.] I’m rather new here, and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions.

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(OOC NOTE: I wasn’t sure how ID’s were distributed so I used the example one.)

Trainer#5655403: RUINS OF ALPH LOCATION
Trainer#5655403: ALPH RUINS LOCATION
Trainer#5655403: SEARCH ENTER
Trainer#5655403: SEND

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[Radley stares blankly at the strange message. He's not sure what to make of it, but in case someone needs help he figures he'd better respond.]

Uh ... did you really mean for that to go public?

Trainer#5655403: RUINS OF ALPH GUIDE
Trainer#5655403: WHERE ARE THE RUINS OF ALPH?
Trainer#5655403: WHY DOES THE SEARCH FUNCTION NOT WORK ON POCKET GEAR

[He is trying, the poor man.]

... Oh, I get it. You're trying to find out where the ruins are? They're South of Violet City.

[Wait, this doesn't seem right. Is the search function speaking to him? Was it just that advanced? Perhaps this was like a telephone operator. That would make much more sense.]

Trainer#5655403: EXCUSE ME, I DO APOLOGIZE. I DID NOT REALIZE THAT THERE WAS A PERSON ATTACHED TO THE SEARCH FEATURE OF THIS DEVICE.
Trainer#5655403: IT IS TRUE: I AM SEARCHING FOR THE RUINS. I WAS TOLD THAT THEY ARE AN ARCHEOLOGICAL MARVEL AND I WISH TO TAKE A LOOK AT THEM MYSELF.
Trainer#5655403: I AM A VISITING PROFESSOR FROM LONDON, ENGLAND.

Oh, I'm not on the search function. You're kinda ... broadcasting everything you type on the Network.

If you're near Violet City you can get to the ruins pretty easy. And cool, someone else from Earth! Hi there. I'm Radley.

Trainer#5655403: OH DEAR. THAT IS QUITE EMBARRASSING.
Trainer#5655403: I SUPPOSE I HAD TO FIGURE THIS OUT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. THANK YOU FOR BEING WILLING TO HELP ME.
Trainer#5655403: IT'S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU! I AM QUITE NEW TO THIS TECHNOLOGY SO I APOLOGIZE FOR MY MISSTEPS.
Trainer#5655403: I DO HAVE TO ASK, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY "SOMEONE ELSE FROM EARTH"?
Trainer#5655403: ARE WE NO LONGER ON PLANET EARTH? IF NOT, WHERE ARE WE?

[No time for an existential crisis. There was Knowledge to be gained. Perhaps this Radley could prove to be a font of information?]

Sure. I'm still figuring some of it out myself.

Yeah, it seems to be a different planet, even though a lot is similar.

... Or we could be trapped in a video game, but I'd rather not think that.

Trainer#5655403: A VIDEO GAME? THAT WOULD BE RATHER IMPROBABLE, I SUSPECT.
Trainer#5655403: NOT IMPOSSIBLE, AS THE REALM OF POSSIBILITIES IS VAST AND LARGELY UNKNOWN.
Trainer#5655403: VIDEO GAMES, SUCH AS PONG AND TETRIS, ARE MERELY SOUNDS AND IMAGES COMPRISED OF DATA AND STRINGS OF CODE.
Trainer#5655403: THERE IS SEEMINGLY NO PROBABLE WAY WITH THE TECHNOLOGY AVAILABLE TO US THAT LIVING BEINGS COULD BE FOUND WITHIN THE CONFINES OF A VIDEO GAME.
Trainer#5655403: THE INFORMATION PROCESSED IN THE HUMAN BRAIN WOULD TAKE UP AN INCREDIBLE AMOUNT OF SPACE, LET ALONE TWO HUMANS CONVERSING.
Trainer#5655403: WHILE IT IS TRUE THAT THE HUMAN BODY RUNS ON ELECTRICAL SIGNALS, I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT THE BIOLOGICAL NATURE OF OUR ELECTRICAL IMPULSES WOULD BE COMPATIBLE WITH THE RUDIMENTARY TECHNOLOGY FOUND WITHIN A PONG MACHINE.
Trainer#5655403: THOUGH PERHAPS I AM UNINFORMED AND OUTDATED. WHAT EVIDENCE DO YOU HAVE TO SUGGEST THAT WE ARE CONTAINED WITHIN THE WALLS OF PROGRAMMING?

[The Professor is obviously quite oblivious to the irony of this situation. Bless him.]

Well, the fact that this world is a video game where I'm from, or something similar, at least. Not these specific cities, but others, and many of the creatures. And the fact that music is playing at all hours of the day and night, like in a video game.

... But I really hope I'm wrong. Your logical reasoning is encouraging.

Trainer#5655403: YES, I WAS WONDERING ABOUT THE MUSIC. I SUPPOSED IT WAS JUST DUE TO A MALFUNCTION WITH MY RADIO, BUT AS IT APPEARS I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO HEARS THIS THERE MUST BE ANOTHER EXPLANATION.
Trainer#5655403: LOGIC CAN ONLY GO SO FAR IN AN ILLOGICAL SITUATION. ONCE AGAIN, IT IS NOT IMPOSSIBLE THAT WE HAVE BEEN SOMEHOW TRANSPORTED TO ANOTHER WORLD. JUST HIGHLY UNLIKELY.
Trainer#5655403: IF YOU HAVE THE TIME, I WOULD LIKE TO MEET WITH YOU IN PERSON SO THAT I MAY BETTER ASK YOU QUESTIONS. I FIND TEXT TO BE RATHER LIMITING.

Sure, I'd be happy to meet. Where are you now? I can probably use Warp Pads to get to you. They only work for places you've already been, though.

Trainer#5655403: I BELIEVE I AM IN THE TOWN NAMED "CHERRY GROVE". THERE WAS A REALLY KIND OLD GENTLEMAN WHO GUIDED ME AROUND.

Great! I can definitely Warp over there. Give me a few minutes. Maybe we can meet in the Pokemon Center?

Trainer#5655403: EXCELLENT! YES, I CAN MEET YOU IN THE CENTER. I AM THERE NOW ACTUALLY. THE TRIP FROM NEW GROVE WAS A BIT OF A WHIRLWIND.
Trainer#5655403: I DO APPRECIATE YOU TAKING THE TIME TO DO THIS AND I CAN HAPPILY COMPENSATE YOU FOR YOUR TROUBLE.

It's fine. I like to do what I can to help.

I'll start out now. I'll have two small brown animals with me. How will I recognize you?

Trainer#5655403: I'M QUITE HARD TO MISS. I WILL BE WEARING A LARGE, BROWN TOP HAT WITH A RED RIBBON. I'M NEVER SEEN WITHOUT IT.
Trainer#5655403: THERE IS NO RUSH. MY COMPANION AND I ARE RESTING.

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[The passerby happens to be a young Colombian girl, who extends her hand in greeting.]

I'm kind of new myself - I'll see what I can answer for you, though?

[Well, that wasn't quite the answer he was hoping for, but a gentleman is never one to turn his nose at a charming young lady like the one who offered her hand. Layton settles for a smile, taking her hand in his and giving a warm handshake.]

Pleasure to meet you, my dear. [He retracts his hand, finally letting go of his hat to once again fetch his pen and Journal. It's very plain to see that it's seen its fair share of adventures. The front cover sports an emblem, one that those of Hershel's London would recognize as Gressenheller University's crest.]
If you wouldn't mind, would you please tell me your name? A stranger in a strange land could certainly do with some familiar faces.

[She's curious about the emblem, but she definitely wouldn't recognize it.]

Oh, that's an easy one! I'm Mirabel Madrigal, I'm here with my sister, Luisa Madrigal.

[The Professor quickly jots that down, along with some other precursor notes about Mirabel.]

Thank you, I do appreciate your willingness to share your information with me. I do promise it is not of ill will that I write this down. I have a habit of keeping track of my findings. You see, while I am a professor of archeology at Gressenheller University, I do also spend much of my time helping the police with rather difficult cases.
[He's not a creep, he promises.]

Now, getting to my question: Do you know anything about those who have suddenly arrived here? I myself just arrived from London, England.

[Listen. Professor Layton seems like a very nice man. But there's several circumstances at play here.

Flug has been rather intently exploring everything he can, wandering the routes outward from Goldenrod City. And when he's focused on a task and suddenly sees a tall top hat coming for him...

He startles more than a man reasonably should at such a polite approach, giving a strangled screech before nearly tripping over himself to stand to attention. Almost immediately, he knows he's overreacted once he sees the frankly gentle face in front of him.]

Ayyyyy-yyyyess?? [He's shaking and sweating. A lot. He straightens out his goggles, trying to even out his breathing, not yet returning the shake, both hands braced close.] S-Sorry! I don't know how much I could help, I'm still --

[He struggles for a response that could justify... all of that.]

My goodness! I'm terribly sorry for startling you!

[Layton withdraws his hand only to place both of them out in front in sort of a calming motion.] It's quite alright. I suppose I shouldn't just run up to strangers unannounced. That was terribly ungentlemanly of me. Deep breaths, my friend.

[His questions could wait, this poor individual seemed rather out of sorts. And quite out of place too. What was with the bag over their head?] I'm Professor Hershel Layton, and you are?

[A heavy gasp rattles his bag, before deeply exhaling. He... was not expecting a Tall Top-Hat to be so brazenly out in the field here. Okay, be rational, Flug, this man couldn't be in the Organization. But then again, the hats werent exactly common to wear these days...

He'd have to figure this out later. He just asked you a question, Flug, pull yourself together! He takes a few more breaths.]

Sorry, sir you just! Startled me. [He defers to a Respectful Tone - Just In Case.] It's... Dr. Kenning Flugslys. Or... just Dr. Flug is fine.

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[He might as well make an entry about this strange fellow. Nodding courteously, Professor pulls out his Gressenheller University journal and jots down a few notes.]

Understandable, anyone would have been startled by a strange man coming upon them suddenly. [He places the ribbon inside the binding of the journal in the place where he made his note before softly closing the book.] Please don't think of me rude, but I believe your head-wear makes peripheral vision that much more difficult.

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