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Isadora needed to get out more. A trip to Team Rocket's recreation room was precisely the excursion she had in mind. It was not the most... original of ideas, per say, but it was one where Isadora felt comfortable enough to act herself and social enough to want to interact with other people. After all, talking was part of her profession.

It was unfortunate, indeed, when the doctor discovered that she was the only sentient entity within the confines of the welcoming walls of the rec room. Her chances of being more social went fluttering out the window like a frisky Beautifly turned loose from a bug-catcher's net, but her chances of being comfortable did not diminish in the slightest - quite the opposite, actually. While it was a bit counter-productive to her purpose, she now had some time to herself, which was also greatly desired.

Immediately making her way to the television in the room, Isadora turned it on and began her favorite video game ever in existence: Guitar Hero. [Like that was any surprise.] Behind her followed Iditarod, who recently had refused to return to her Pokeball after the raid. Instead, the large Arcanine trailed her master's steps, making sure she was always protected and safe and unharmed, especially after the twisted ankle the human had suffered. It was Iditarod's duty to be sure no harm came to her charge.

Isadora, in all honesty, did not mind. She rather enjoyed the silent company, and as she began to play her game, she relished in the peacefulness she now felt all by her lonesome in the quiet recreation room.

As it was the last time Isadora had a meeting with a patient or otherwise, she was completely immersed in her game-playing, and thus she was unaware of the hubbub outside of the recreation room door in the attempt to gain access to it. Once again, though, Iditarod heard the knocking and noise. Instead of growling, though, she barked and nudged her large head into Isadora's leg. The doctor nearly stumbled over from the shove, and she glared at her Arcanine disapprovingly as she paused her game. At the tilt of Iditarod's head towards the door, Isadora blinked and opened it, confused.

Isadora stood, very perplexed, at the entryway of the recreation room, a blank look on her face. There was... no one there? What was going on...?

Suddenly, she felt something rush under her skirt, between her legs, and past her, and she yelped in alarm, turning around with wide eyes. "Eep!" What she saw was... not what she expected, certainly. It was a chubby little Pikachu, sitting in front of the paused TV.

Iditarod instantly switched to "defend mode" as her master cried out in surprise. The Arcanine growled menacingly and kneaded her paws at the sight of the unwelcome Pikachu, haunches prepared to pounce as soon as she heard the command. What was this little rodent doing, startling her master like that? The gall! The sheer gall!

Isadora, still clutching her heart in fright after the momentary shock, sighed and waved dismissively at her loyal Pokemon. "Dohwn, Iditahrod. I dohn't think he's a threat." Though that was scary... Walking as calmly as she could back to the television, Isa chuckled at the little Pikachu.

"Wehll now, whaht're you doin' here, little fellah? Won't your traihner be missin' ya?"

Isadora pursed her lips and shifted her weight to her better foot, arms akimbo. Seriously? Right when she was in the middle of a song? "Oh, y'think you're gohnna play, hm? Tch, bahd luck... Ih'm already playin' it, sooo..." She made a teasing chuckle and reclaimed her guitar-shaped controller.

As soon as she did, though, another interruption prevented her from resuming her light-hearted whimsy. Isa glanced over her shoulder, then turned and smiled at the familiar face that she had grown so used to seeing over the past weeks. "Oh, Claihre! Fanceh meetin' you here!" At her friend's query, Isadora grimaced and very slowly rolled the mentioned ankle.

"Mm, been bettah, certaihnleh, but no wohrse than befohre. Iditahrod's seen t' thaht." The doctor motioned her head towards the Arcanine, now sitting at attention near the television. A shadow of worry cast itself across Isadora's face as she remembered what happened during the raid. "Youh're doin' wehll, yes? And Luhcas? Is he ahll right?"

It took a large amount of willpower for Isadora to stop herself from bursting out laughing at the hilarious sight of the angry little Pikachu. Oh, Arceus, how ridiculous he looked! Instead, the doctor stifled a giggle and tried to ignore the little Pokemon as she focused her attention on Claire.

All levity was gone when Claire told Isadora the news. It was what she had expected when they were still on the mission, but she was not entirely sure if it was a concussion or not. Now it had been confirmed, and she nodded gravely. "I see... I thouhght as muhch. Leht's hope it wahsn't too severe." Speaking of severe, Isadora winced slightly as Claire brought up Lucas's reaction to him being an assassin.

"...Ah. Hrm..." Isadora paused, unsure on how exactly to approach such a delicate subject. "...Noht well. Ih'll give you th' short version." The doctor folded her arms. "He flipped a b***h an' held a guhn t' his head. I thehn flipped a b***h of my owhn an', after pushin' th' guhn away, convinced him t' recohnisdah."

Iditarod cast a sidelong glance at the silly-looking Pikachu and merely huffed. How foolish the little rodent looked. The large Arcanine growled softly at the Electric-type.

Isadora made a similar laugh. "Drunk, y' say? Intohxication can influehnce people t' do... strange things." Having little more to say, the doctor turned back around to face the paused television screen. As she did, she remembered the riled-up Pikachu and smirked.

"Say, y' wahnt t' play a sohng wit' me?" Isadora reached over and gave Zeus one of the other guitar controllers and changed the song to two-player mode.

...What strangeness this was. A psychologist playing a video-game against a Pokemon.

Isadora glanced back at Claire for a split-second, then looked to the screen to which her visual attention was now fully devoted to. "Did Luhcas say anythin' in particulah t' you besihdes thaht?"

The doctor regarded the Pikachu beside her with nothing less than competitive contempt. Who was this mouse to muscle in on her territory? Oh, yes: it was on. On like Donkey Kong. Isa picked a classic and the song started, the symbols of the keys to press flashing across the screen.

"Shot through the heart, and you're to blame;
You give loooooove... a bad name~"

As if she had the very music flowing through her, Isadora hit the buttons and strummed the "strings" as the colors flew by and the song played on. She bit her lip in her concentration. There was no was - no way - she was gonna let this yellow furball beat her.

"Like, whaht did he say about regaihnin' his mehmories or th' guhn incident or anythin'." Isadora spoke while still mashing buttons. She was hardly even aware of her score or that of Zeus. All that mattered in the here and now was playing the damn game.