[ blue feeling a lot better after he drank some of it piques his interest . . . but if it's alcohol, that sort of tracks.

but lance is soon distracted by the view of the entire land, and he stops just a few inches short of the edge of the cliff. you sort of lose your fear of heights, when you train dragon-type pokemon, particularly the ones that fly. and he inhales deeply before exhaling slowly, as he takes in the sight properly.

he had headed directly to the usj because it was prominent, but seeing the full scope of the place they had been brought to was . . . humbling, to say the least. his eyes catch the bizarre meat tower in the distance, and his lips tug into a slight frown. it looked ominous, to say the least.

if he ignores that, and focuses on the lake, and the trees: ]

This part almost looks like home.

[ it's murmured to himself; like johto. if he squints. but he's soon distracted by the buildings, the tower, and he speaks a bit louder, to include blue in his train of thought. ]

It looks out of place, doesn't it?

[ and lance lifts a hand to gesture toward the usj and bar, where they came from, and then toward the lake, and the . . . bizarre meat tower. ]

Look at the juxtaposition between the lake and whatever that tower is. And the buildings . . . the dome and the bar, and the tower, they all look completely different.

[ cities like celadon or viridian all look uniform, designed purposefully. this place looks like someone vomited up some ideas and that was that. ]

And there are no native-born people to speak of, at least not that I've seen. Just the Pokemon.

[ since wandering around a bit and running into blue, anyway. ]