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Starr stared at him, a chill running down her spine. Yeah, they were onto something for sure. But if he had access to everything in the base, then... "You asked for names. It's probably stupid to expect our worlds to have the same people in them, but..." Should she be saying this? Fuck. "In...

Battling against Team Rocket. Well, he'd have had plenty to talk about with Jade. But if he knew more about them than the average person, then... "If you were fighting them, any chance you might've been a infiltrator? My friends and I had a lot of experience at that. Any memory of seeing the...

Starr stared at him. He knew about Team Rocket. That didn't... that didn't mean he was... pretty much everyone in Kanto knew about them. But still, that definitely confirmed that his world was like hers in at least one way. Starr turned to see the Mudkip that had suddenly barged into the...

Starr put a paw to her chin. "Hm. Well, there was one thing that jumped out at me." She grabbed her badge from her bag and brought up the photos she'd taken of the salvaged bits of shadowmachine. "Does this writing mean anything to you? It's Tohjoan--the language I spoke back home. Thought...

Starr leaned back. "Damn. That really sucks. That machine we busted you out of was made by humans, so I was hoping we could find out more about the kinda world it came from. So much for that, I guess."

Starr blinked at him. "Wait. You don't even remember what humans look like?" Holy shit, that was some amnesia. "You mentioned some flashes of feeling, though... what kind?" At least, from his movements, it looked like he wasn't used to the whole not having limbs thing. She gave the...

Great. Ray of sunshine, this one. Then again, waking up at a ball of gas after being stuffed inside a metal ball of evil would probably piss anyone off. "So what's the story with how you got here? The rest of us were dragged here by some kinda fake, dimension-hopping Charizard."

It took a bit of digging, but Starr eventually found out that Cosmog had left the library and gone to the guild study to read. She found him there, in that bland, lifeless room, accompanied only by one of the Charmander, who seemed to be doing her own thing. Starr hadn't seen him yet since...

[Anise > Team Spectrum]: Stopped by Chip's lab a bit ago, apparently the shadow machine is human tech? Gonna see if Cosmog knows anything about it.

Starr nodded absentmindedly. Okay. If it was safe, then the lump was as good a prison as any. (Even if... the shades apparently didn't need to be imprisoned? If Owen had just had his sitting on his head? What the hell.) Even now, she could feel her anger sliding away from the lump. Was that...

Starr bristled. He'd gone and named his, so of course he'd be judging her for trying to get rid of it. Except... for the part where he'd gone and said that nobody could force her to take care of it. And that they should get Chip to break the psychic link. Which was just about the last thing...

Starr let out a huff. "Yeah, okay, whatever, I'm just used to my world being the normal one, alright?" She rubbed her temples. God, even if it weren't for the shade's separation anxiety bullshit, this whole situation would've given her a headache. "I dunno what guns have to do portals or...

Starr raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Why wouldn't it. Not exactly recent tech." Dave suddenly looked like he was about to be sick, what.

Starr snorted. Rocket Grocery Store. There was a mental image. "Yeah, try an organized crime conglomerate instead. They got those where you're from?" Goddammit, Rocket didn't have portal tech or shadow tech in her world, but she couldn't just say that. Ughhh. "Everyone knows they own like...

"I mean, yeah we can understand Cibus writing or whatever the hell because of Diyem, but I mean that this was literally the same writing system, and--" She paused, shaking her head. "Okay not even just that, there was a fucking company logo that I've seen before. I'm not saying the machine was...

'Squiggly.' He'd fucking named it. Great. Still, the things he was saying made sense, and Starr could feel her mind clearing, at least a little bit. "Feels like there's gotta be some connection. Why the hell else would that machine have literally the exact same effect on people? Unless...

'Weird little slugs who love you if you feed them.' God, what the hell was any of this. Of course she wasn't allowed to just hate the things that had been causing so much misery. No, that made her the asshole. Starr let out something between a sigh and a groan. "Even if Chip had warned us...

Starr turned away with a huff. "Oh, I dunno, it only brainwashed Thyme and made him try to kill us, so forgive me if I'm not exactly in a hurry to go paling around with it, unlike everyone else, apparently." She paused, and then added, "There's also the part where it's in my head and I never...

Starr continued to stare at the lump with a gaze so intense it was like she was trying to set it on fire. "So, they're fucking clueless and they don't even want to hurt people. Great. Of course they are." She pulled her eyes away from it finally and gave a hollow laugh. "I guess there goes...

Starr blinked at him. "What? These things can think?" The lump had now reached the edge of her bean bag. She grabbed it and held it in front of her face with a disgusted look. "That's even worse--it was bad enough when they were just brainless slugs, but if they can think... do they even...