ガソリン  Gas station

📍 Culiacán, México

“Is that...?”

“Hell yeah.”

“You went back to the vault ruins?”

“Nah, I don’t wanna push it with Zavala all jumpy about people not going where we’re not supposed to right now. Got it out in that first trip, but it got dinged up pretty good when the Tower came down. Now that Mars is opening back up, I’ve been able to, uh... requisition a few parts from the Clovis Bray stock in the Mindlab. I think it’s about up and running.”

“So then what’s that blinking light?”

“Means it’s out of charge. Actually that’s my biggest problem, now. Cell doesn’t seem to hold as much juice as it used to.”

“Still melts though, right?”

“Oh yeah.”

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You do not know where you are.  This place is as devoid of familiarity as it is of color. It seems to be a maze. Mazes aren’t foreign to you, nor are the rattattas that run them. You feel small.

The corridor on the left breathes out a sigh. It could be a breeze from the outside world. It could be ventilation. Some Pokemon could smell it and tell the difference, but you can’t smell anything. What a shame.

Dust covers the floor, but you can see a faint trail where the dust has been disturbed. The trail takes you down the middle corridor. Someone has been here, but are they friendly?

A lilting echo emanates from the corridor on the right. You are reminded of something you can’t quite place your claw on. It’s peaceful. It’s ghostly.

Which corridor will you choose?