I'll Keep the Area Clear

[Goooood morning Johto! Have a Jake.]

You know, Cianwood is a pretty neat island all on its own, but....

[He frowns a bit as he looks around.]

It's not...what I expected. Then again, I come from a more tropical island, so perhaps this is normal? I'm used to a more rainforest kind of setting, and this...certainly isn't it.

[Jake shrugs.]

I mean, I'm not complaining about it or anything like that! Maybe it's for the best, though. I might have gotten homesick.

[How you get homesick for Murder Island is a mystery for the ages.]

I'm about to go up against the Gym Leader, too! [He takes out a Pokeball and opens it to release Robin Williams the Emolga from it.] I think Robin--

[All of a sudden, he hears a noise. Jake looks utterly confused because he's pretty sure that nobody in his party has a Pichu, and then, abruptly, the Pichu is chasing Robin all over him. He flails, loses his balance, and falls. The Gear falls with him to show that he's hit his head against a rock and he's out like a light.

1-hit KO! CASANOVA gets a boosted 250 exp!]

{OOC: Responses won't come for an hour or two Route time.}

[So, Jake left the inn at about ten in the morning. He told the others that he'd probably be back at about two in the afternoon. Christmas shopping is pretty easy in Goldenrod, after all, and he needed to grab a couple of evolutionary stones.

Jake's about four hours late. This opens up in the middle of a rant.]

I'm not lost, just turned all around by the absurdity of this city's layout!

You shouldn't blame the city for your own shortcomings, especially since you said the exact same thing three hours ago.

[The teen sighs in frustration.]

Tate, why can't you be more helpful about it and ask Susan for directions? She's back at the inn and out of the ball, for pity's sake! And she's far better at this stuff than the two of us put together!

The two of us are not on speaking terms. Also, I have already taken the liberty of recording this conversation via the Pokegear.

[Blank stare. And then--]

WHAT?! Gimme that thing, you--!

[Tate chuckles before the feed cuts out.]