With a distinct "vwoort," a sleeping Abra and her trainer appeared in the lobby by teleportation. As Eddy drew near the reception counter, the woman watched him approach with abject dread. The lazy girl had been a handful, and the reporter had been worse. The guy in the sweatervest seemed okay, but quiet. The encounter with this one could go either way. There was that fancy-looking camera bag in addition to his backpack, as well as the fact the Abra was holding something under her arm and protecting it like it was her egg or something. 

It was to her great relief when Eddy took out his Trainer's License and nodded. "Hey there. I'm Eddy Kaufman, she's Carrie. Where do I need to go for the trainer program?"

After the first two, the receptionist was confused. That was brief and courteous. No weirdness that was immediately apparent. In stunned silence, she pointed down the hall to Professor Sumac's office. Eddy gave a quick "thank you" before heading down, making his way straight for the office. As he entered, Sumac immediately launched into his spiel, taking out a Pokeball.

"Hello there, and welcome to the world of Pokemon! My name is Professor Sumac, but people call me the Pokemon Professor! As I'm sure you know, this world is inhabited by-"

Eddy was quick to interrupt, looking at Carrie before turning back to the professor. "...Dude. I'm 22. I got this speech when I was five. I'm pretty sure [i]everyone[/i] got this speech when they were a kid."

The professor looked a bit flustered, tugging at his tie to loosen it. "But... but don't you want to learn about how people and Pok-"

Eddy, however, did not let up. "Like literally everyone else, I've been around Pokemon since I was born. So has pretty much everybody It'd be weirder if I hadn't."

Sumac scrambled to regain control of the conversation. So far, it just seemed like one of those days. "...Alright fine but don't you want your fi-"

Eddy reached down, and with a good deal of effort, picked up the Abra. for her part, Carrie snored a little louder. "I've been working with Carrie since I was twelve. Dude, there are literal preschoolers who have Pokemon."

Sumac finally threw up his hands in frustration, collapsing into the chair behind his desk. "...Just take your crap and go. I don't need to be reminded how pointless my job is."

Eddy sighed, feeling just a bit guilty. This couldn't have been what Sumac had expected when he became a professor. He sat down in the chair across the desk. "...Would listening to your speech make you feel better?"

"No! ...maybe a little."

[hr]

Well, the speech had taken a while, but getting to go through it seemed to actually cheer the professor up a bit. And so it was that Eddy, Pokeballs and dex in hand, stepped into room 4 and immediately gagged before covering his nose.

"HOLY SHIT did someone butcher a tepig in here?!"

He stepped around the Whismur, taking a seat on the other side of the room from the smelly blonde girl. Still holding his nose, he turned the Pokedex to his partner to make sure it was working.

[b][i]Abra- the Psi Pokemon. Average height 2'11". Average weight 43 lbs. It sleeps 18 hours a day. Even while sleeping, it uses various psychic powers, so you can't tell whether or not it's awake. It will teleport itself to treetops and pick and eat berries there while staying asleep. It senses impending attacks and teleports away to safety before the actual attacks can strike.
[/i][/b]

True to the dex's word, it seemed that while she was asleep she couldn't quite get the odor of garbage and investigative journalism that pervaded the room. She finally placed the object she'd been carrying around all day in her lap- a bowl full of milky-white creamy goodness- and psychically moved a spoon to shovel mashed potatoes into her mouth.