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Brooklet Hill was a relaxing sight. The pure water, the cleanliness of it all...

That was what Monique still couldn't get over in her brain. It was clean, pure, pristine. Especially by her standards. She'd been raised in desolation, where plant life struggled to establish itself, where only a little bit of water and coastline remained inside the Dome, separated by partition from the unclean, Poison-type smogwater that lay beyond.

She took every breath slowly, happily, soaking in the sun, the water, the serenity with every step on the wooden bridge. To an outsider, she just appeared contemplative. But no, she was thankful, almost overwhelmed with goodness to process. Goodness that, in her world, was long gone.

Back on land, she walked through a patch of tall grass teeming with Pokémon. The Pokédex was ringing off the hook with descriptions of Pokémon. Morelull, the little mushroom. Psyduck, which she'd seen once or twice. And Wingull circling overhead. Monique didn't feel like catching any Pokémon here. No, she just wanted to see things.

The second pool had a small pier jutting out from land. "No, I've never fished before," Monique replied. She'd only heard of the concept, frankly. What was there to fish in her time? Nothing in her time. "But maybe I should learn," she responded to Two-One.

Monique sighed out loud. Her body was starting to catch up with her. She'd been through a hassle in Lush Jungle and hiked Brooklet Hill. She'd covered a lot of ground, and tiredness crashed over her as she looked at the fishing pond.

"Two-One, it's been a long day. No offense, but... I wouldn't mind a little quiet. Could you find me a place to spend the night? Then maybe we do Wela Volcano Park in the morning."

Monique arrived at Royal Avenue just as the sun dipped below the western horizon, causing everything to cast extremely long shadows. For a region where the routes were mostly dirt trails, this paved, city street-like was out of place. "Why is this all here?" she asked, looking around. There was some large auditorium or event hall, which was apparently a hub of activity judging by the groups of people and Pokémon around it, next to a large superstore, a Pokémon Center, and various sundry shops. If Heahea was quiet and charming, this was—by Alolan standards at least—loud and a bit tawdry. And there was a lot of light: streetlights, neon lights, whatever the light show on the big dome was. "What is the deal with this place?"

She approached the Inn on the Avenue both relieved to see a bed in her near future and wondering what had drawn all this development. It was like a whole artificial city—no, not that artificial city—had turned up. She walked through the automatic front doors of the hotel and made her way to the check-in desk. "Thank you, Two-One, for setting this up." It was one less thing to worry about. Hopefully the hotel didn't disappoint.

Monique was tired. The receptionist at the hotel was not. "Might you be Ms. Kaʻanaʻana?" Monique did a headtilt, wondering if her Rotom had become a Psychic-type, before it was explained she already knew. She took the tablet of terms and conditions, signing and dating the electronic form presented to her.

"Actually, I'm doing a tour of all the islands. Figured it was time to see everything," Monique replied, not wanting to rehash the whole Faller story to someone just doing her job. She took the key and navigated to the elevator, moving up a floor before trudging down the long hallway toward Room 222 with her bag.

She opened the door to a bedroom with a single queen-size bed, set down the bag, ensured the Rotom Pokédex was plugged in to charge (thanks, retractable cable), and flopped, body first, on the bed. She didn't even care she was laying on the comforter. It had been in, every aspect, a long day.

Monique had scarcely awoken, but it was time enough to be greeted by that most uncomfortably cheery of characters. "Bzzt! Good morning Miss Monique! Did you sleep well?" Two-One flew into her field of vision, almost scaring her before continuing to talk. She rubbed her eyes and looked back at the Rotom Pokédex.

"I... Two-One, I'm gonna admit I'm not used to so much energy in the morning. I know, you're an Electric-type and a Ghost-type who doesn't have to sleep..." She took a deep breath. She knew all about un-sleeping Ghost-types; after all, she had a Sensu Style Oricorio. "Gimme a moment." She rolled out of bed and raised the curtain, the room filling with light. "I'm gonna need to take a shower after... everything yesterday. And then maybe I can try a couple of malasadas before we head out." She started to rummage through her bag for a clean change of clothes and walked into the bathroom, ensuring Two-One could not somehow sneak in.

Monique was blissfully happy to not hear Two-One's voice prattling on outside as she showered. At least they'd heard she was a Zoroark hybrid and supplied her with a larger bottle of shampoo.

Yesterday had been what could charitably be described as a whirlwind. The ambush in Lush Jungle, meeting Auntie Wilokia, visiting Brooklet Hill... It was a lot, but it was soul-filling. It was a taste of what had been denied to her time, an actual thriving Alola, as the tapu intended it to be. Sure, some places felt overbuilt—Royal Avenue among them—but at least they were livable!

She stepped out, dried off, and put herself together. It might take Two-One a little longer than he was used to if he hadn't been with a woman, especially a furry one. There was a lot of fur to care for, and drying it off required the highest-strength hair dryer available, or maybe a Heat Rotom. Eventually, she emerged wearing a light gray tank top and a pink skirt. She could be more flamboyant with an Illusion if she wanted, but for now, it was time to get going.

She now had enough energy to barely tolerate Two-One and even be thankful for its taking the initiative. "Why... thank you. Just..." Before she could continue, there was a knock at the door, which Monique opened to see two malasada on a plate. She picked up the plate and looked back at Two-One. "You're a lot."

Monique sat back on the edge of her bed, plate in hand, and took a bite. "This must be the sweet one," she said out loud, voice muffled by bits of food. "It's good, but... I don't have this much of a sweet tooth." She put it down and picked up the sour malasada, which was more to her liking. "Mmm, yes." The main flavor was Nomel, which was quite tart with enough sweetness to counterbalance it. "I don't think I could eat that other one after this..." She brought Kalama out of her Poké Ball and fed it the remaining sweet malasada. "Kalama's been with me since before the jump. She means so much to me," Monique explained, in hopes that Two-One might understand.

Eventually, there would only be a few crumbs left. After a final trip to the restroom, Monique grabbed her belongings and gave the room a last once-over before making her way down to the lobby to check out.