Byjerlfal City, Commercial District -> Camphor’s lab
@XxFellsingxX@Savo@PKMNB0Y@Thayr@Pyromania99“Good luck, lass. Tell Camphor if she wants to catch up I’ll be at the usual pub.” Tuule chuckled, leaving behind the group with a friendly wave.
It would take a bit longer for the group to make it to the lab. Passing through the visitor center for Eidda, and walking across most of the Commercial district deeper into the city. Billboards, large screens advertising every kind of product. Quite a few were advertising the Master-rank contest. Notably otherwise though, one was broadcasting an Interview with David Mexatus about the Nature Preserve he had built with the help of Camphor’s lab that housed regional variants and even pokemon that they had managed to use cutting edge science to properly bring back to life from fossils.
Thankfully, no one bothered Camilia or the package she was carrying either and soon enough the group was at the lab.
It was a surprisingly inconspicuous building, situated down a street, built seemingly right in the middle of some large skyscrapers. The only sign that it was a lab was the large ‘Camphor Laboratories’ sign hanging right over the sliding glass doors that led inside. A small pond was in front, along with a small geometric sculpture and some benches. The building itself seemed more clinical in construction, square with pristinely clean white walls.
The group could see a woman in front of the large glass double doors with another group of people - Frieda, with the other new hires.
Byjerlfal
City, Commercial District -> Camphor’s lab
@Crimson Flame@Theyra@Bartimaeus@VitaVitaAR@Crusader LordValarie’s grin widened, a full, toothy wolfish grin. The Idol took a few steps towards Clarissa, placing a hand on the other girls shoulders.
“Great. Wonderful.” A light giggle. “Well, after the show today, come visit me backstage, here.” Valarie shoved a VIP backstage pass for the contest into Clarissa’s pocket. It was personally signed, and already had a little drawing of Valarie giving her a thumbs up on it. “And if you’re late…well, don’t be late. I don’t take kindly to being stood up.”
It was this point, the suited woman grabbed Valarie by the ear, and started literally dragging her away.
“Ta-taaaa! Ow-hey! I’m a girl be gentle with me! Ow-ow!”
“Gentle is the last thing you deserve…” The woman grumbled as the two of them disappeared into a door that led deeper into the airport.
Finding the rest of the group, thankfully, would not be that hard now that the crowd had dispersed a bit.
“Eheh, well, I’m glad to see you’re excited Ripley.” A brief pause as Freida overlooked the group, a small frown forming. “”Uhm…no questions? Really? I can answer things, promise…uhm…” Frieda fidgeted a bit, having apparently expected them to be a little more talkative with her. “Oh! Clarissa Rye, there you are. I’m Frieda, one of Camphor’s assistants. Now that everyone is here, let's get going. I really don’t like being in such a crowded place…”
“Impdim.”
“Pix that is not nice...” Turning on her heels, Frieda led the group out of the airport. “Its not a terribly far walk. Just a few blocks down in the Commercial District.” The group would be free to talk among themselves, or ask some questions as they walked. All of them would be perhaps, struck by the sight of the bustling city. Billboards, large screens advertising every kind of product. Quite a few were advertising the Master-rank contest. Notably otherwise though, one was broadcasting an Interview with David Mexatus about the Nature Preserve he had built with the help of Camphor’s lab.
Soon enough though, the group would come upon the lab proper.
It was a surprisingly inconspicuous building, situated down a street, built seemingly right in the middle of some large skyscrapers. The only sign that it was a lab, was the large ‘Camphor Laboratories’ sign hanging right over the sliding glass doors that led inside. A small pond was in front, along with a small geometric sculpture and some benches. The building itself seemed more clinical in construction, square with pristinely clean white walls.
“Here we are.” Frieda said, turning to the group. “The labs exterior is a little...boring but Camphor thought it’d stop people from bothering her if it looked like this. The interior is a lot more cozy…well, aside from the labs. Lets see…the others should be arriving soon…ah, here we are! Camilia!”
Frieda waved towards Camilia as she approached and they’d catch the last bit of conversation Frieda was making.
“You made it…and I see the professor's delivery. Oh uhm, sorry everyone these are people we hired from out of the region. They arrived shortly before you did at the docks.” Frieda would quickly explain to her group before taking out her keycard and sliding it into the doors lock. “Ahem, now if you’ll all wait in the reception area I'll let the professor know you’re here. Camilia can answer questions or help with anything in the mean time.”
Once everyone was inside, the doors would slide shut and lock behind the group. The reception area was much better decorated and gave off a casual business feeling than the sleek clinical outer walls of the building. A large desk ran across the long rectangular, carpeted room. The walls seemed to be made of wooden paneling. A few tables were off to the right where a few snacks had been laid out and a little further down was a TV broadcast and…three other people sitting around a table.
One was a somewhat effeminate looking guy,
who was drinking what smelled like extremely strong coffee. A Cottonee was sitting on the table next to him, using its little green leaves to stir a cup rather vigorously causing it to spill everywhere.
Another was a dark skinned woman that was sitting opposite of him.
had a Slakoth laying on top of her head. The both of them were asleep.The last,
was another woman with vibrant green colored hair. A Sprigatito was mewling and rolling around on the ground next to her feet where she was busy seemingly trying some of the coffee that had been made.
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