[b]Shaken and Slammed[/b]

I shivered slightly, backing away from the door... "Yeah. It actually started as soon as I came in." I added, being overly-cautious by slamming the door shut. Actually, some cracks formed within a second, because aforementioned door was already closed. Slim door with practically no details, now with a history just by feeling it around. Oh yeah, splinters would probably discourage you from doing that further. I think several got snapped or blunted by my speed and metal sphere body, like a... giant UFO to a branch. (Davis, you bloody idiot. How did you go from astronomy to UFOs? They're two completely different subjects.) "Eh... skill I learned. Don't ask; the community I come from likes lynching artificial Pokemon like myself, so this was kinda necessary." I said, up close to the door and spreading out. Really, I just over-used some magnetism there and explained it from there, but I looked like I was charging and attempting to break down the door. From the inside. Man, I took time to look at a hanging mirror, and it was already awkward when I appeared to be hugging the door. With three magnets arranged away from me like some severely bent tripod. "Can't hear much." I dropped down from the door. The suction of me sticking onto the door was clearly gone. I had obviously calmed down... and, now I was unsure of my actions.

1. Talk to the stranger.
2. Talk to the stranger.
3. Talk to the stranger.

I chose two, because everyone would figure that was the easiest option. "Yeah, I figured." I answered, forgetting I had already done so beforehand, while attempting to hold up the door by throwing myself at it. "Maybe some Turtwig did his act again." I remarked, shaken briefly when I swore I heard a knock on the door. 

"Can someone unlock the door? I left my banana in there."

Well. That was somewhat smothering. "If I join, can we get out of here?" I asked.

Damn. First hour into the town. Already, I wasn't doing well. Sure, I had visited a year ago or two with Davis to find somewhere to live, but frankly he just didn't want to move. Said something about 'being our true home.' Right, you want us to return to the Holy Lands? Please note the Custards there. (It may have been Crumbles or something, but I didn't bother paying attention to Davis' historical tales.)