Hearthome City/Late Morning (52)
A disturbance in the wind encouraged Rocket to look up towards the sky, and he was surprised to see a perfectly healthy Flygon soaring not too far above his head. Desperate to find out just where the hell he was, he attempted to attract the fellow dragon's attention, but he appeared not to hear him and eventually flew out of sight. Disgruntled, Rocket kicked a stone down the path as he stomped along, wishing he could just find out where he'd been sent to against his will - at least if he knew where he was and how he had got there, he could begin to work around it and adapt.
"Rocket!" The Gabite froze, the familiar voice tempting a grin back onto his face. Turning to see Francesca approaching, all of his problems were immediately irrelevant - he had company - attractive company - and maybe, just maybe, she could offer some answers about where they were. "So you got teleported here, too?"
"Yep, seems that way," he replied, turning to face her. "Although I haven't the faintest clue where we are or ... how the hell that even happened! Some crazy shit must have gone on, that's for sure." Swinging his arms to limber up, he gestured at the Krookodile to follow as he continued down the street. "Ah well, it ain't all bad - at least we're not alone. I don't know if you saw that Flygon flying over just now, but maybe there's someone else here who can give us answers, because I damn well need them." Reaching a junction in the road, Rocket paused for a moment before turning right. "I dunno about you, but I have a feeling that in a city this size, there's got to be others like us."