<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rfqXdUk.png)</div><hr/><hr/><br/>Emma gave her rival the side-eye, wondering if Nasrin's constant commentary was some sort of hazing to throw her off her game. This was already starting out as an overwhelming experience. Emma had the distinct impression that she had not spent much time playing video games in her forgotten life. But games were for kids and she was a grown ass woman - if they could beat it, she could beat it. With a renewed vigor, she clutched the Pokéball in one hand while she swiped the HUD with another. Nothing happened. She shook her head. Nothing happened. She blinked. Nothing happened.<br/><br/><strong>"What the--"</strong>Was this like automatic sinks? She could never get the water to come out of those touchless faucets. She had run out of obvious choices and was unsure of what to do. In the background, she heard Professor Oak's repeated instruction: "G-get out there, Trainers! And save them all." It was not the backdrop she wanted. Her vision wasn't totally obscured, so she just followed the other Trainers out, taking a moment to really<em>look</em>at the information that had been presented.<br/><br/>A nickname? This wasn't<em>real</em>and her not real pet didn't need a name. She would be throwing it into arena after arena to battle it out with other creatures; naming the poor thing would make Emma feel even more guilty over the violent simulation. Squirtle was fine. She swiped her hand again and this time, mercifully, the HUD responded and the view disappeared.<br/><br/>In the Lobby, she paused. What did she do now? She looked at the other flesh-and-blood Trainers. Some had already left, but others were milling around, too. She almost worked up her nerve to say something to one of them, but she chose the safe option.<br/><br/><strong>"Hello, excuse me,"</strong>Emma said politely to the receptionist. "Where do I train my Pokémon?" After speaking with the receptionist, she would ask the Townie,<strong>"Hi there! Where can I go to find more Pokéballs?"</strong>She was ready to start leveling up her Squirtle; the Pokéball that held her precious Pokémon was clutched tightly in her hand in anticipation.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>