[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] [@Savo], [@Rune_Alchemist], [@Renose], [@Floofenstein], [@Crusader Lord], [@Azure bubbles], [@Psyker Landshark], [@Ryik], [@PlatinumSkink], [@Yankee]
— [b][i]Location:[/i][/b] Byjerlfal City, Camphor's Lab Interior
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While she had been among the first to cross the bridge, Tilly wans't the first to dash off. That honor belonged to Mr. Tooshi... Or was it Tushie? Touchy? Tom? Whatever. The blonde boy, with his grin and self-perceived swagger, barreled past Tilly like a Durant had bit him in the bottom. Guess he was just really, really, [i]really[/i] keen on finding his partner and getting started. Who could blame the chap, though? This was a big step, for some of them at least.

The ones who didn't come with partners already on their belts.

Tilly's pace was, nontheless, unhurried and unbothered. They'd been told that there wasn't any rush, and that the responsible parties, or party, had cleared their schedule for the day, just to allow them all to do this. So, what was the harm in taking your time and looking around? Seeing all of what this massive, artificially crafted bio-sphere had to offer? Who knew if they'd ever get a chance to come back down and have a look at ita gain? Or if it'd even look the same the enxt time if they did? This was, quite possibly, a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and Tilly wasn't going to rush through it. It was part of her first step to becoming a Trainer, and she'd like to be able to remember as much of it as possible.

As she stepped further away from the intial bridge-crossing, now on the beach, her blonde head turned and looked back at the others still on the other side. Then she focused back on what was ahead, and around, leisurely strolling along the water's edge. There were pokémon, of various shapes and sizes, no doubt about that. Some were cute. Some were cool. Some were... Weird. But none of them, at least along this stretch of the habitat, remotely looked like the one that Camphor had enclosed in the response to Tilly's application. She'd selected 'no preference' for her starter, and Camphor had responded by giving her a picture of something that looked like a small, fluffy, bear-like plushie.

But whoever, or whatever that plushie was, it wasn't here. Not on the beach, at least. So, time to move on from this place. Even if the galarian did spend a little time, standing near the water and looking out over it.

[color=lemonchiffon]"Might no' be a bad spot for a li'l swim."[/color] She chuckled to herself, before moving on.

And so, the pig-tailed blonde walked about the Habitat A for a bit, looking and observing the surroundings, as well as the locals who made it their home. If it wasn't for the fact that she knew, you could've almost been forgiven for thinking this was an actual, honest-to-goodness outdoor island or something. Very impressive stuff, which made it all the more fun to meander about and explore.

[i]An unspecified amount of time later...[/i]

The girl had reached the wooded area. Or rather, the edge and outskirts of it. Yup, it sure was forest-y, had trees and shrubs and everything! Pausing a bit to take it all in, and to see what she could see from here, Tilly let out a sllght 'hm~?' as there was a rustle in some of the nearby bushes. Turning towards it, she soon spotted a small, fuzzy face, peeking out through the leaves and branches, staring right at the red eyed, blonde-haired girl, with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. That face... Looked strangely familiar... Ah! That was it! This was them! It was they! The one in the picture...! Or... Was it...? For all Tilly knew, there could be multiple of these little fluff-balls in the habitat. Camphor [i]had[/i] told them to use their brains to figure out who, where and why their partners were.

So, obviously, running towards the first thing that even remotely [i]looked[/i] or [i]resembled[/i] your starter was probably not the brightest idea. And while Tilly may not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, she wasn't dim either. Turning to face the fuzzy-looking bush-dweller, the galarian sat down the satchel on her shoulder onto the ground. Then she squatted down where she stood, her skirt now no longer providing adequate coverage for certain rear portions of her anatomy - but Tilly seemed uncccnerned. After all, there wasn't anyone here to take a gander anyway, right?

... And chances were, even if there was, the girl wouldn't care either way...

Instead, the blonde focused on the furry friend who for now was inside the foliage, sizing the strange human up from a safe distance. Tilly, for her part, made neither coo'ing noises, gestures or any sort of other coaxing actions. Instead, she just sat there, squatted down, looking at the pokemon with a smile on her face. Yet, the ball of fur seemed... Reluctant... To show itself or come out. It stayed within the confines of its safety-bush, merely observing the intruding human female.

... This... Could probably take a while...