ohmyarceus | March - April Test Drive

A: Goldenrod City

[Flug is... very lost.

It's obvious at first glance - he's a lanky twig of a man whose knees are buckling at the surrounding crowds and unfamiliar creatures. And quite frankly, he sticks out like a sore thumb, head entirely covered by a large paper bag. A pair of metal goggles are strapped over it, lit up with artificial pupils that dart about, looking at everything. He's fumbling around in a lab coat, seeming more and more agitated as he outturns empty pockets.]

Ayyy, not even the-- where are all my tools?! Did I leave them in my other coat? Or Demencia's taken my things. Again.

[He still doesn't even know what to do with everything they gave him. If he could find his screwdriver, he'd check out the... the ball, whatever they'd called it. He continues to mumble to himself, occasionally making High Noises of Distress. He could probably use a hand...]

B. Network, Video

[The video opens on a blank, makeshift 'desk' formed by stacked boxes in front of a chair, in front of an open wall. There's a piece of paper, folded in half, forming a name tag. The name is utter chicken scratch, but the word 'Dr.' can barely be made out if you squint just right. Eventually, a familiar bagged head cuts into view, artificial gaze squinting as he adjusts the camera, before seeming satisfied and stepping back to his 'desk'.]

I swear, is it too much to want to find a decent cameraman? The conditions I have to deal with! [He clears his throat once he's seated.] Good afternoon, everyone. This is Dr. Flug, feeling...

[He... frowns? It's hard to tell without being able to see in his mouth, but the goggles seem built to be fairly expressive. It's definitely a troubled look, which doesn't match the words that come out of his mouth.]

... well-rested? It's strange. I haven't had any access to my cryo-bed since arriving here, yet I've had the best sleep of my life! Not a single nightmare! Is this some kind of natural effect of the world? Ha - simply too good to be true! It sure would be nice, though, to do some research. Figure out how to bring these circumstances back home and -- ah, nonono, I'm filming.

[A blurry pink and purple shape is what he seems to be chiding, as it hovers close to the camera, putting it out of focus. There's the sounds of boxes sliding around before he's back up close grabbing it.]

You're such a little troublemaker! Why don't you go lay back down in your bed? [He looks back down at the camera, cradling the creature close.] Sorry about them! Feel free to get back to me if you know anything else about this.

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[Radley is taking a walk with his two Eevees when they see the odd person. Radley isn't at all sure what to make of the paper bag set-up. Is he tremendously shy? He'll only draw more attention to himself. Radley decides, as he usually does, to go over.]

Hi there. Need some help?

[The man jumps nearly a foot in the air, flailing for a moment with a noise akin to a squeak. He clearly wasn't expecting to be approached, and appraises the stranger for a moment before haphazardly gesturing to the General All of himself.]

I seem to have misplaced my... everything? All I have are these... things someone gave me, and -- where is that music even coming from?!

[His thoughts cut off in frustration, looking around for a source, before becoming exasperated and returning attention to his helper.] I'm missing SEVERAL very important things, I swear I had them all on me before I arrived here, wherever 'here' is.

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[Radley sighs sympathetically.]

No one can figure out the music thing. As for your stuff, most of it doesn't come with you when you end up here. Although ... I was thinking pocket items usually came....

[He still has his deck, for one thing.]

Well of course Id be the exception to that.

[He sighs bitterly, giving up his search for the most part, pulling out the ball instead.] Is there some place these things go? I had some very dangerous devices, and I'm not responsible for the damage they cause while I don't have an eye on who does what with them! [He seems more bothered with the idea of not having them than he does that second statement, still absent-mindedly patting at his pockets, as though he might have missed it, while looking over the object before presenting it to the stranger.] ... any chance you know anything about this as well? [Is this a common occurrence, what's happened? He seems to at least be calming down and adapting, now that he has some help.]

I'm not sure where they go. Maybe they just stay home.

[Radley looks at the Pokeball.]

Yeah, this is standard for everyone here. There's a new friend for you inside.

[He gestures at his Eevees.]

Maybe it'll look like these cuties, or maybe it'll be something else. There's several hundred possible animals that might be in there. You can also use empty Pokeballs to catch more of them. They're not just good companions, but really helpful in this world. They also often like to battle each other. You can get money by winning battles against other people who have them.

... that's a worse thought. [Demencia, free at home to use all his inventions? Hes shivers just thinking about it.

The man's next words drag his attention back, though. He looks to the creatures accompanying him - this. Really seemed like the common species here. Animal-like but just a little off. He blinks, looking more and more intrigued with every point.]

... fascinating. This is common, then? Fighting them against each other? [He sounded skeptical. The things in front of him could give 505 a run for his money in cuteness.] ... not with these ones, right? I'm sure they make adorable lap animals.

It is, although I'm not crazy about it. These two can fight if they have to, but I prefer them being mostly pets.

[He grins.]

They are great lap animals, yeah.

[That made sense to him. Though he was curious how it was still so big, they couldn't all be this cute, right? He puts attention back on the ball, fumbling a bit to figure out how it works, until--

He cant help the noise of surprise at the noise it makes when it finally does work, and sure enough, there it was. His own creature!

... this was not disproving his initial impressions. He forgets Radley entirely for a moment, dropping down to look closer at the Munna.]

Well you're no better than them, are you?? [Said with an absolute incredulity. Was it too late to ask for a different one...?]

[Radley jumps a bit when it suddenly works. He looks at the Munna with curious fascination.]

Hey, that's one I haven't seen before.

[Evie the Eevee exclaims in delight and tries to entreat the Munna to play.]

Then I take it you can't tell me what it is...

[He sighs, straightening back up, brushing himself off. The Munna seems a bit on guard, Flug watching as it circles, trying to figure out the Eevee first. There's a renewed spark of interest at the fact that it seems to be levitating. It seems there were more mysteries to solve about these things.]

They're interesting, aren't they?? How long have you been here? You seem to know a fairly decent amount about everything!

I'm afraid not.

[Evie stares with huge eyes at the levitating. She jumps, wanting to play the game too! Evan the other Eevee looks more wary.]

They sure are interesting.

[Radley is also a bit wary, on guard in case the Munna gets aggressive at his Eevees.]

I've only been here maybe a month and a half, but I had to learn fast to keep up.

[The Munna doesn't seem as playful, but seems to warm to Evie, rising and falling in counter to the jumps.]

Something I'm good at! Not to brag.

[Finally, he offers a yellow gloved hand.]

... Dr. Kenning Flugslys. Or... just Flug, if that's too hard. Still a little... unsure about what's happening. But I appreciate you answering my questions. I suppose I'll have to do my best to figure it out on my own from here! Also not... sure what my next step is...

Then you'll probably do fine.

[He chuckles at the Pokemon antics and then snaps back to attention. He shakes Flug's hand.]

I'm Radley.

Yeah, it is pretty confusing. As near as I can tell, everyone chooses their own path. They usually wander around until they find a place to settle down, or sometimes they keep wandering. This is where I'm thinking of making my home base, but I might travel some more too. I like seeing all the sights.

[From the looks of the video feed, the Professor has gotten himself cozy in a Pokécenter somewhere.]

While I do agree that the world here feels marginally different from the one I came from, I do not suspect that there is something in the air that is helping you sleep. Perhaps it is simply the change in location that has aided your nightmares? What, if any, are your findings on the subject?

[Oh! A fellow scholar. Flugs settled back onto his 'desk', petting his Munna, camera closer. He looks thoughtful to the response.]

... while my current situation is certainly less... [He puts his fingers up into air quotations] "High Pressure" than back home, if that was all it took to solve my problem, I certainly would have managed it in the last ten or so years. Though let's see...

[He's mumbling, half to himself, half to Layton as he pulls up a piece of paper, writing out his thoughts.] My sleep routine has mildly changed. I'm certainly getting more time for it, even if I don't actually spend that time sleeping. My stressors haven't decreased though - I'm still incredibly concerned with how my Boss is going to take my prolonged absence. [He pauses to shudder, before shaking it off rather literally with a wince.] Ah -- sorry. Other than that, the only other difference I can think of is that this one has a habit of escaping during the night. [He gives a more affectionate, deep scritching to the Munna.] Meaning I'm woken by them fairly often once they get bored of... whatever it is they get up to, and come to nudge me at odd hours in the morning.

[Judging from the twitchy nature of this individual, and the mention of the cryochamber and nightmares, it seems that insomnia usually plagues this individual. Layton strokes his chin in thought, staring at the Munna that has appeared on screen. He's not familiar with the creature, so he nonchalantly pulls out his Pokédex in order to gain more information. After a couple of seconds of reading, a smile lights up upon his face.]

... Dr. Flug, have you perhaps looked at your Pokédex lately?

... ah? I havent felt the need to, no. [He seems onto something, though, Flug disappearing from view to sort through his things looking for it. Amid the shuffling, he continues talking to Layton.] Honestly, I keep forgoing looking at the thing, it feels demeaning to look at someone else's notes to solve a mystery. You know what I mean?

No, frankly, I don't.

[The professor cocks a brow, watching as Dr. Flug attempts to piece his life together live on camera.]

When you are solving a puzzle, you need all of the pieces. If I have my pieces, and you have yours... if we only kept to what we had, we would never solve the puzzle. And if we merely attempted to create our own pieces to make up for what we were lacking, it wouldn't be the original solution, now would it?

[When he returns, he looks surprised at the conviction, pokedex in hand.]

... I. Suppose that makes sense... [He'll need a few days to process that with his ego.] But sometimes, is it not its own reward to make your own solutions?? Something different, pieced together by what you've made??

As the saying goes, "No man is an island", Dr. Flug. But I do suppose there is some merit in being resourceful. I have done so a few times in my life, but I would be nothing without the aid of others around me. I'm sure that you can agree that science is a collaborative effort. You cannot merely make something out of nothing.

[He adjusts the hat on his head before crossing his arms in front of his chest.] Just because I have flour, egg, and sugar, does not mean that I have a cake. With those ingredients I could easily make a sweet bread, or perhaps a very strange omelette, but without a recipe or other ingredients I would be very much cakeless. And wouldn't you like to have your cake and eat it, too?

[That does draw a chuckle out of him.]

I thought the saying was precisely that you can't do that, Professor. But you've made your point for now. I do think theres value in discussions like this with my fellow scientific peers. At the end of the day, however, sometimes the only thing you can judge yourself on is what you've earned with your own merits!

[He can see that this line of conversation is only going to divert Dr. Flug's attention from the Pokédex entry. He politely clears his throat, nodding towards the screen before asking:]

What of the Pokédex entry, Doctor? Or shall I read it out for you?

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