[color=sienna][h2][center]Regan Calhoun[/center][/h2][/color]

[hider=Inventory]GP: 6000
Items: Potion x1, Pokeball x10 → x9, [E] Ranger Cap, Rotom Phone[/hider]
[hider=Roster][hider=#1, Kaebe][url=https://i.imgur.com/n5ff3cJ.jpeg]Tyrunt[/url] ♂, Lv 5
Moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Roar, Dragon Dance 
Ability: Strong Jaw[/hider]
[hider=#2, Magnemite (guest)]
A, Lv 4
Moves: Tackle, Thundershock, Supersonic[/hider]
[hider=PC]Empty[/hider][/hider]
[@Remram]

Nothing in the brochures. Yeah, maybe that wasn’t a typical thing tourists would be interested in. Maybe if it were some kind of unique power plant? Even then, you’d probably come here because you’d already heard about it and knew how to find it. Well, maybe she’d find something if she wandered around enough. She’d seen it on TV once, what was it called? A power something. They’d gotten a lawyer involved during the course of the episode, and they’d made it understandable enough to get the jokes, but it still went over her head a bit. He’d been a funny old man who liked to scoot around in his office chair.

Anyway. She managed to ask someone who actually knew about a recent occurrence of garbage raids. Le.. Meh? Le Meh?! She had a morbid curiosity to try the food, but had a looming suspicion her wallet wouldn’t stand for it. “Sounds..” she paused, and sat on her silence for a beat longer than necessary, “meh. Er, where is it?”

The man gave her some brief directions and, as she ran off, shouted after her for her to use her phone.

Ooh. That’s right. It did resemble one of those things, didn’t it? She’d just thought of it as a fancy pokedex, but now that he mentioned it. She dug her phone from her pocket, checked the path in front of her, and slowed to a walk for a moment while she figured out how to use the thing. At least, well enough to get to the map function and use it. Her peripheral vision was pretty good, she could dodge pedestrians.

“Le.. Meh.” She looked between the map and the line that got drawn on it, and the way she’d already been going, quickly, twice or thrice, before finally, “yeah.” She nodded and then continued her run after stowing the thing again.

She checked the RotomPhone as she approached the site, and slowing first to a jog and then to a calm walk. If it was recent enough, and the report she’d gotten from that guy was true, the critter might still be here. Even if not, it could have returned since then. She knew to take the time to walk and calm her breathing as she approached, if she wanted any chance of catching it.