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Camphor's Lab
[@Rune_Alchemist], [@XxFellsingxX], [@Crusader Lord], [@Savo][/sub][/right]

The two girls had barely made it out of the laboratory when Chloe was made privy to another emergency. One that was, as far as she was concerned, [i]far [/i]more tragic and urgent than any haunted old factory could ever be. Apparently, Jill had never used a mobile device in her [i]life[/i], and didn't know how to [i]text[/i]. Like, oh my god? In [i]this [/i]day and age? She said she had a [i]friend! [/i]Who [i]just [/i]sent a text! What kind of a friend was he, if he hadn't even bothered to teach this poor girl a skill [i]that [/i]essential?! She swore...

Chloe barely noticed them arriving to their destination, all her focus still taken by her own devices, whose functions she was still busily explaining to the poor neglected soul with her. 

[color=f49ac2]"And now, look. When you take a picture — like I showed you, remember? — you go to the filters, and— hm? Sorry, come again?"[/color] she looked up, only registering what Jill had said when she heard the door rattle. [color=f49ac2] "Oh. Well[i] that's[/i] lame. How'd our rescuee get in?"[/color]

As if to answer her question, Jill's Pokémon companion up and scurried to the window, her weird hand-tail swinging as she started to squeeze inside. Chloe leaned a hand on her hip and gestured at her expensive clothes with the other, as if they were an explanation on their own. When it was clear they weren't, she spelled out: [color=f49ac2] "I am SO not squeezing in through a window."[/color]

Just then, a voice spoke out behind them. Chloe startled, turning around to find them approached by... some rando? Tall, lanky, questionable fashion choices. Though next to Jill, Chloe's ongoing project, [i]everyone [/i]else's getup looked pretty normal in comparison.

She was just about to ask if they could help him, when the guy went and opened his mouth and [i]oh my god[/i], who crawled up [i]his [/i]ass and died? Was [i]this [/i]Yuu? Jill's probably-technologically-and-[i]definitely[/i]-socially-challenged friend? Wow, looks like the girl didn't only have poor taste in Pokémon and clothes. 

Chloe huffed audibly, shifting to face him. She threw back her hair, lips curling into a sweet — if decidedly fake — smile.

[color=f49ac2]"Maybe you should consider buying some new clothes too, sweetie. I can tell it's been a [i]while [/i]since you dug those out of a garbage can." [/color]She gave the boy's getup an exaggeratedly judgemental look-over. [color=f49ac2]"Oh, and I'm like [i]so [/i]sorry to tell you, but looks like you're a little late too."[/color] She nodded towards the window. [color=f49ac2]"Your fellow ape's already inside."[/color]

A sudden bark from Snuggles stole Chloe's attention just as the door stole Yuu's. And so, while he went on to try and break through it like an actual Primeape or something, Chloe found her Snubbull barking at a—

[color=f49ac2]"Oh! Well, [i]hi[/i] there, cutie! Oh, aren't you a sweet little thing,"[/color] she cooed at the sigh of a Riolu, squatting down to give the Pokémon pets.[color=f49ac2] "Snuggles, play nice, okay? You two are going to become the [i]best [/i]of friends, I can SO tell!"[/color]

She was reaching for her bag to let her -[i] furiously, aggressively barking[/i] — Snubbull out, when Riolu suddenly bounced after— ugh, no way. How did someone like [i]him [/i]have such a cute and well-behaved Pokémon? 

... Also, [i]wait[/i], were they seriously heading for the window!?

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Yep, they had seriously headed for the window. Chloe dusted herself off for the umpteenth time, her fairy type's barking echoing off the walls and traveling far into the darkness ahead. She shivered; it was cold, and creepy, and damp, and there were definitely things creeping about [i]somewhere [/i]in here! 

But not actual ghosts, because [i]actual ghosts[/i] did not exist.

... Was that buzzing machine about to explode or something?

[color=f49ac2]"Ugh, let's get a move on, we need to find that girl. Actually, oh, gimme a sec."[/color] She whipped out her Pokedex and started walking while she texted, trying to decide whether it'd be worth to actually stream this rescue operation now that they had Mister Sourpuss to ruin everything. Maybe she'd just film, and cut him out in post.

[quote][color=f49ac2] we're here! 💖💖 got in thru the window 😱 where r u @?[/color][/quote][/color]