[center][h1][b][color=lemonchiffon]Tilly[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[center][i][b]Prologue Modus, no inventory/pokemon information available at this time.[/b][/i][/center]
[hr][hr]— [b][i]Participant(s):[/i][/b] [@Savo], [@Floofenstein], [@Crusader Lord]
— [b][i]Location:[/i][/b] Byjerlfal City, SS Calliope → Byjerlfal City
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As Tilly had stood there, patiently with a hand on her own hip, others began to show up and join the gathering. First was a bubbly-looking little girl - who, against all odss, were somehow even shorter than Tilly! Though she did try to cheat, by carrying a little balloon-mouse a top her noggin' to try and amke herself look bigger(?). The sight was adorable regardless, and it put a smile on the blonde's lips and she let out a good-natured giggle - especially when the other girl introduced herself and her little friend.

[color=lemonchiffon]"Tilly's the name. Good to mee'cha, Meli."[/color] Apparently Tilly had taken such a shine to the girl taht she'd already given her a nickname after their very first interaction. [color=lemonchiffon]"'N 'at's a right champion you've got ridin' up 'ere. 'Ello li'l one~"[/color] The galarian continued, in her usual mellow, relaxed and calm tone, smiling warmly at the little Azurill atop Melissa's head.

Next, a not-as-surprisingly taller girl showed up. This one had that whole 'cool beauty' look going on, sporting some rather stylishly smooth black hair with red accents. Very snazzy. Not really Tilly's cup of tea for her own look, but the taller lass was rockin' it, so there was nothing to belly-ache about here. Said young lady asked about everyone else also being destined for the Professor's lab, but didn't give her own name or introudction... She also praised the captain's earlier battle and was apparently curious about some supposed pokémon that the captain had in his possession.

Now, Tilly was completely unaware of this creature's existence, as unlike many others, she had [i][b]not[/b][/i] observed the captain's duel with the other gentleman prior to their arrival.

The captain, on the other hand... Well, apparetly he wasn't too keen on having his conversation with the other man disturbed, and made a grouchy, old-man comment about it... Before then promptly  bursting into a laugh. This made Tilly raise an eyebrow ever so slightly and a coy smirk spread across the little blonde's face. This guy was alright, for an old geezer.

... Until he wasnt... 'Cuz boy-oh-boy did this old codger like his chin-wagging... After calling the sullen boy with the llavender hair over to their group - why was he standing so far away anyway? Especially if he was going tot he lab with the rest of them? - The good old salty sea-dog decided to respond to the noirette's question about his Dhel-whatever... And... He gave them a whole gosh-darn-dang story, complete with flashback sequences and dramatic special effects... Unfortunately, Tilly sorta... Zoned out... About a quarter-or-so into the tale... You could tell, 'cuz she was staring blankly off into the distant cityscape, rather then looking at the old fart who was talking...

Thankfully, when the good senior sailor decided it was time to go, the red-eyed tart snapped back to the present, readjusted the satchel strap on her sohulder, and followed suit in a unhurried and unrushed pace off the big boat they'd alla rrived on, down onto the docks and into the city proper.
[hr]— [i][b]Location:[/b][/i] Byjerlfal City → Camphor's Lab
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As the group was walking through Byjerlfal, Tilly took in the sights, sounds and smells. There sure was a lot to look at, a lot to flood your ears and a very mixed array of things to catch a sniff of. While others may have had their own opinions and thougts on the modern and bustling and city, Tilly for her part quite enoyed their stroll through the place. It wasn't Motostoke, or Wyndon, but that in itself wasn't a bad thing. In fact, it was good, maybe even great. After all, if she just wanted more of what she already knew and were familiar with, she would've stayed back home in Glar, rather than travel all the way to Eidda.

For her aprt though, unless someone had something to say, a question to ask, or a hand to place somewhere on her, the blonde didn't really say much of anything as they walked. Nor did the shortstack ask or inquire about anyhting or anywhere in particular. While this might've seemed strange to those with preconceived notions about her, like the good Professor who had labeled Tilly an 'extronerd' or whatever, it was actually very on-brand for the Galarian.

Tilly could talk and engage almost anyone in a convesation, no problems there. She could also approach any make her presence known if she needed or wanted something, again, no issues on that front. But that didn't mean that the girl was a social butterfly who thrived on always fallping her gums and filling every second of every moment with hot air and brainless banter. If there was nothing to say, then it was fine to just walk and look at things - which was exactly what she was doing. Taking in the scenry and surroundings.

Sure, you could ask questions about where to find what, or where to go to reach such-and-such... But where was the fun in that? if you were gonna go on an adventure, why would you wanna have everything spoiled and told to your face before you even began? Wasn't the best part about going on a trip into the unknown the [i]actual[/i] unknown, and discovering things or stuff and gubbins on your own? After all, if you really needed to, you could always ask later! At least, those were Tilly's sentiments as she followed the Captain and the rest of the group at her casual, leisurely pace of walking...


... But wow.. That sure was a teeny, tiny little shack in the midst of all these big, towering skyscrapers... What kinda loon would wanna live in a pla--

-- Oh. Oh... Ohhh......

They had apparently arrived..

[color=lemonchiffon]"Cozy place, reminds me o' gran's cottage... In size, a'least."[/color] Tilly said, an unplussed smile with half-open eyes as she looked at this... [i]Laboratory[/i] before them.

The captain welcome them and then stated that he was going to stay outside for a wee bit longer. Apparently he wasn't done sucking on his compartmentalized chimney just yet, and the good professor didn't appreciate having her house filled with second-hand human exhaust fumes it would seem. As the grouup was about to go on inside however, a sudden noise caught - at least Tilly's - attention, as it came rumbling towards them from the side-road.
[hr]— [b][i]Participant(s):[/i][/b] [@Savo], [@Floofenstein], [@Crusader Lord], [@Double], [@PlatinumSkink], [@Renose], [@Psyker Landshark], [@Azure Bubbles], [@Ryik], [@Yankee], [@Rune_Alchemist]
— [b][i]Location:[/i][/b] Camphor's Lab Exterior → Camphor's Lab Interior
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The sound and noise of a rumbling engine... And then....

Charging at the group gathered outside of Camphor's lab, in these tighter, smaller, more constricted area, some absolute muppet came barreling in on her fancy red motorbike - while also ferrying another person on it, all while doing a wheelie... Tilly, thankfully, had stopped infront of the lab's fence, and was thus in no immediate danger of being pancaked for no good reason due to the reckless driving and arrival of someone who had the same brain-capacity as a Rhyhorn. ... And just in case there was any confusion, Rhyhorn brains are very smol.

After the duet on the bike zoomed past the new arrivals though, they also decided to leave some skid-marks, just to make sure everyone knew they'd been here - or something? It was a bit hard to figure out what this person actually was thinking... If they were thinking at all.

Following that, the rider finally got off her motorized vehicle - another very tall lass - who then proceeded to remove her helmet, and do the most cliché celeberity movie star hairflip Tilly had ever seen. Nice.


... And delivered a mocking comment about their apparent pathetic appearance... Or state? Or situation...? It was a bit hard to decipher what exactly was [i]pathetic[/i] about them and the message didn't really seem to have any sort of meaning behind it. But, when the rider-girl turned to her friend - the other person on the bike - who was an averagely tall red head, it became clear what was going on. The white haired one asked the red about her opinion on the assembled gang, and the latter didn't even respond. She just made some facial expressions, and the two went on their merry way ahead of the rest, into the lab.

[color=lemonchiffon]"Ah, so they've got 'ose types 'ere too."[/color] Tilly remarked to nobody but herself, with an amused look on her. She then turned to the captain. [color=lemonchiffon]"Well, thanks for the tour, guvna. Gab with ya later, ye?"[/color] She said, giving the good sailor a lazy wave before turning and heading into the lab itself.

[center][h3][i]Inside the Lab:[/i][/h3][/center]
This was... [i]Somehting[/i]... Alright.

It looked... A lot less lab-y than she'd expected. In fact, it kinda looked more lounge-y than lab-y. Carpeted floors, sofas, coffee maker, vending machines... Was... Was this really a Pokémon Professor's place of work? Sure, Tilly had nothing to compare or reference it to, but this didn't really feel like the sort of locale a serious, no-nonsense, science-and-research dabbling egghead would do their number crunching and spread-sheet gawking in... But, maybe she was just stereotyping? Then again, judging by her video response, Tilly had a very hard time picturing Camphor as the 'chill and fun' sort of Pokémon Professor archetype...

Then we had the people... Oh dear gosh, the people... There were a lot of them. Like, [i][b]a lot[/b][/i] of them. And judging by the fact that the vast majority of them had bags, satchels, backpacks or other means of lugging around big piles of stuff, chances were... That these were all [i]also[/i] their fellow companions and future co-workers... Sure, Tilly had thought that the gathering on the boat was a bit on the light side, and they probably would run into a few more heads here at the lab... But... This was beyond expectations. This was [i]a lot[/i] of faces and bodies... Did... Did Camphor really need all these folks to help her? Forget 'assistants', this was more like the old crone was gathering her own personal militia or something.

Frankly, there were too many. Too many faces and voices for Tilly to keep track of. She could register that people were here, in the lounge-y lab reception, along with her... But other then taht, there was too much noise, movement and going-ons for her to even bother trying to catalogue and remember all of them. There'd probably be some kind of meet'n greet or 'introduce yourselves'-style thingy later on... And if there weren't, well... Maybe she'd run into one or some of them out on the road later on?

There was, however, a single face and form that stood out amidst the little crowd. A certain someone that even the scatterbrained Tilly could recognie with ease and precision. A bright smile flared up on the Galarian's lips and her eyes had a momentary sparkle in them. With her usual casual, relaxed and unhurried ways, Tilly pushed deeper into the lounge-y lab, past the other menaces who'd gathered and mdde a rather direct approach towards her identified target.

[color=lemonchiffon]"'Ello Frieda. Cheers on pickin' me up for 'is."[/color] Tilly was under no illusion that the good Professor Camphor had been the deciding factor in accepting her application. Tilly may not be an academically accomplished ace, much as the old battleaxe had commented, but the blonde was far from stupid or naive. And while she may not be bowing and giving eloquent, flowery and dramatic verses of gratitude, she at least had enough sense to give thanks when thanks were due. [color=lemonchiffon]"So... Since ye were so kind'n all to me... Fancy a lil' snog? I won't tell gran if you dun~"[/color] The little she-devil added, with a cheeky smile and playful eyes. A soft little giggle also left her lips, just for good measure.