"I suppose we're lucky you didn't stop by a few centuries ago. Things... weren't great, in the 17th and 18th centuries, and it was worse before that."

It's not like her world is always great, either. They seem to be doing okay.

“That’s reassuring.”

Lillie comes back out of the house, devoid of bag.

Yeah.

Anyway, she might go for a fly, if they don't need her for anything else?

"No, have a nice evening!"

And off she goes!

She flies around for a bit - politely greeting the local bird 'mon when she flies near them - and eventually heads back to the Pokecenter for dinner, which she'll take out to eat while she watches the sunset if they let her.

One particularly aggressive Pikapek will go after her, but it's not particularly dangerous and will leave her alone if she leaves its little "territory."

The staff at the Pokémon Center will allow that, but they ask that she be sure to return the trays afterward. 

Of course.

She does, once she's done, and then - she's tired, but she's not sleepy just yet. She heads back out to overfly the town and see if there's anything interesting and low-key going on.

If she's subtle, she might see some people in skull masks skulking around in back alleys, but they aren't doing anything at the moment. There are a few Pokémon battles going on, but nothing really impressive; a couple of Wingull are fighting over some bread at the beach.

She's not trying to sneak per se, but owl wings are quiet and people rarely look up, especially when they aren't used to the possibility of magical girls. What are the masked people up to?

They’re chilling in the back alleys, talking. They don’t have any weapons on them, and aren’t selling drugs or anything at the moment, but it might not be clear how much of that is due to a different world. It’s fairly obvious that they’re a gang of some sort.

The lack of weapons doesn't mean much, if Pokemon do most of the fighting. She finds an inconspicuous perch near one of the bigger groups and watches for a while longer.

They don’t notice her, but they fail to do anything overly nefarious all evening; if she stays around to an hour, they’ll break up and head off.

She's yawning a little sooner than that, and heads back to the Pokecenter to sleep.

In the morning - late morning, she might miss breakfast entirely - she heads over to the library again.

There’s a different librarian at the desk today; she seems a bit more startled by Dusk’s appearance.

She leaves her alone and checks out where yesterday's pokemon book came from to see if there's anything else interesting there.

It's a youth books section, but in addition to the usual fiction suspects (some of which might have titles and covers that look vaguely familiar, but nothing she'll actually recognize), there are differences from the equivalent sections of her world. There seem to be several genres devoted entirely to Pokémon and Pokémon training at some degree of remove, as well as sizable influence in other bodies of work, and a greater selection of mythology and biology.

- ooh, Pokémon biology, maybe there'll be some interesting things to copy. (Conveniently the library book she was returning when the portal appeared is on estimating point values of mods; she's still going to be really careful about it, but it won't be as risky as it could be.)

Most Pokémon seem to have mostly recognizable biology, but there's plenty of outright bizarre and useful stuff if you go looking. There's no way a Pikachu's cheek punches should be able to hold that much static electricity, much less convert it into lightning bolt attacks, or a Charizard's oil to burn so hot, but somehow it functions all the same.

Neat. Some of the most interesting stuff she doesn't think she can duplicate without risk of going cryptid, or at all - the locals might not think of it as magic, but some of it obviously is - but some of it is just a matter of different materials, or that combined with new physical structures: she doesn't have much use for a flaming Charizard tail, but it looks like she could make one if she did, maybe with less heat output but at least the basic idea anyway.

She takes notes, both of things that seem familiar enough that she can guess whether they're safe and things that aren't, taking a break midway through to go see if making her moth wings out of Mothim-wing stuff will let her fly with them.

It will. They seem a fair bit stronger, and the structure is different internally. It's not just a scaled up version of an insect wing, like the ones from the late Carboniferous, but it does share some internal resemblance to match the external ones.

Excellent. She does a few circles in the air over the library before heading back in.

Oddly enough, people seem to find her appearance a bit less strange, but it's hard to say whether that's time, selection bias, or an actual difference in reaction to the new wings.

Huh. Nonmagical people aren't usually all that sensitive to aesthetic, but it's a pretty sudden change to be just time and familiarity.

She goes back to her book, anyway, and after a while goes to ask the librarian what she'd need for a library card.