[You see him out of the corner of your eye--a rumpled-looking man in a shabby trench coat wandering the routes, a large Stoutland trundling after him at a slow pace. He seems mildly bewildered by everything around him, from the 'animals' to the colorful scenery to the background music playing overhead. He scratches the back of his head, doing little to smooth out his unkempt hair. There's an uneven squint to his expression, perhaps owed in part due to his glass eye. In one hand, he holds a half-smoked cigar that stinks to the high heavens.

Despite the tumult and chaos occurring around him, the man remains calm and relatively unperturbed. He places the cigar in his mouth, then pulls out a creased map he seems to have acquired at a nearby Poké Mart. His brow furrows deeply as he studies it, turning it upside down, then checking to see if other sections of the map have been folded away.]

I never heard of any of these places....

[He mutters under his breath, a distinct Brooklyn accent tinging his words. After a few more moments, he glances up, then waves to a nearby person to come closer.]

'Scuse me! I seem to have gotten lost. Erm...must've taken a wrong turn or somethin', y'know, I just get so preoccupied with my thoughts I don't realize where I'm goin'. My wife tells me if my head wasn't attached to my neck, I'd lose it. [A chuckle.] Anyways...d'you happen to know how far we are from Los Angeles?

[The Stoutland behind him sneezes.]

[Columbo stands outside of a structure, scratching his head and squinting up at it. Maybe it's something from your home. It juts out like a sore thumb along the otherwise cohesive landscape, and, judging from the way Columbo keeps tilting his head, the detective is having some difficulty wrapping his head around the construction of this.]

Huh. Now how 'bout that?

[A pause. He rubs the stubble on his face, quirking an eyebrow.]

D'you know if we're allowed to go inside?

[Hit me up with anything you got! Plot with me @ wolfnoir.]