[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180412/dcaad8b5ff090195c4c16871995ef951.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=gray][b]Slopadelphia, Kasparc[/b]
NICKNAMES GALORE.[/color][/right][hr][indent][color=#f5b041][b]"[i]Well??[/i] What are you all just standing around there for?? Aren´t you all gonna come inside???"[/b][/color]

[color=silver]The loud shouting from inside the laboratory broke Shishu free from her absentminded stare towards Hector, who had begun to address them soon after she arrived. An old man stood once where a closed door was, covered in a mint bathrobe with gnawed edges, obviously where Zigzagoons had ate away at his dressings. His angry bitterness reminded Shishu of rumors she had overheard in the past, yet she could not place a name to the face, instead choosing to deem the old professor as "Bathrobe Man."

As she followed Orange Kid and Bathrobe Man into the laboratory, Shishu took a glance around. The "laboratory" was more of a house than a professor's laboratory, and it was falling apart—just like everything else in Kasparc. There was an old hickory shelf filled with chewed up children toys, and a folding table along with a stained yoga mat. All and all, it reeked of the stinky poverty lifestyle that had infected the region long ago, and hasn't been changed since.

Drawing Shishu's attention to him once again, Orange Kid begun to speak to the three that had gathered outside the lab. Apparently, they were supposed to scribble down their name and some facts about them. Shishu couldn't write, but thankfully, Orange Kid had decided a drawing would be fine as well. Before Shishu could step forward to the plate, however, someone else had beat her to it—a dark-skinned teenager, whom Shishu chose to dub "Mohawk Boy."

Taking the pencil from Orange Kid, Mohawk Boy began to write some words down on the piece of paper. To Shishu, nothing appeared readable, rather, it appeared as a bunch of scribble marks. Out of all Mohawk Boy wrote down, the only thing that Shishu could make out was the mushroom he drew. The stem was there, along with the speckled top, like the mushrooms that sprouted off the back of a Paras. Maybe Mohawk Boy had something to do with mushrooms?

With the other teenager not taking the initiative, Shishu decided it was her turn. Taking the pencil in her hand, Shishu found herself unsure of what to write, or rather draw, in her case. Eventually coming to a conclusion, Shishu doodled a sloppy drawing of herself and some puffy cloud-like trees that were supposed to represent the overgrowth outside the town. Deciding that it was enough to "introduce" herself for whatever Bathrobe Man and Orange Kid wanted, Shishu handed the pencil to the last remaining teenager in the room.[/color][/indent]