She got teleported here a little while ago - maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, not long - and she needs someone to call Winona for her and help getting home. And someplace to sleep, it was late at night where she was, she's pretty tired.

The woman nods, types something onto her computer, then pick up a phone off the desk. "What's her number?"

339-555-9618, and please tell her Dusk is okay but got teleported here.

The call rings through to voicemail, and it's not the one dusk recognizes. It sounds sorta like Winona, but the name is different and the voicemail message isn't at all what she remembers it being set to.

She interrupts before the receptionist can speak: That's not her, must be a wrong number.

"You sure it was the right number? That's 339-555-9618?"

Yeah - yawn - that's it, it's easy to remember 'cause it's all multiples of three.

"Well, unconsenting teleportation is still a crime. Are there any details you remember; did you catch which Pokémon they used to transport you, or did you see anyone nearby who could have been the trainer?"

She has no idea what a pokemon is, but she didn't see anybody around on either side. There was a portal thing, it looked like this and appeared in the middle of the air right in front of her.

The woman blinks confusedly at the first part, but sees the outfit Dusk is wearing and nods to herself. "It'd be more helpful if you were willing to break character, but we shouldn't need it for a simple report. I've never heard of a Pokémon move like that, much less one capable of teleporting you that far. I'll put out a notice and see if any of the other branches have heard of anything of the sort."

She thinks back, and then continues, "The Pokécenter should have some rooms open. We don't have that many visitors in the spring for the island trial. Take a left on main street, walk 3 blocks, and it's on the right. You can't miss it."

...okay. She'll come back in the morning and maybe they can get some of the confusing stuff straightened out then. Thanks.

She switches to her moth wings before heading out to look for the Pokécenter.

Once more, she gets more than a few odd looks on the street, but its a fairly quiet town and no one actually goes so far as to comment on her appearance.

Just like the receptionist said, there's no missing it. It's large, red, and has the words "Pokémon Center" proudly emblazoned on the front.

She goes in.

The lobby is fairly empty, but there are some groups conversing on benches and tables. They have out exotic animals; strange birds and rats and - wow, that's an enormous butterfly. A bit odd looking, too. At the front desk, there's a person with something similar to a nurse's outfit; her nametag proudly proclaims her to be "Nurse Joy." Next to her is a strange, pink and white creature that seems stuffed until it moved.

She can't help staring a little, but shakes herself out of it after a moment and approaches the desk.

Hi - she was teleported here a little while ago, and it's the middle of the night where she's from and she's very tired, and the lady at the police office said she could sleep here?

"Certainly! Let's see... room 13 is free." She reaches behind the desk, pulls out a keycard with the number 13 on it, and hands it over. "Your telepathy and costume are quite impressive."

Thanks.

She finds room thirteen and flops directly into bed, making a blanket for herself rather than bothering with the covers. She's up at a reasonable hour in the morning, and goes back to the lobby to see if they serve breakfast here or she's going to have to figure something out by herself.

They do! It's nothing fancy - some cereals, a waffle machine, eggs - but it is, apparently, free and available to everyone.

A bowl of cereal and some eggs later, she heads back to the police station.

In the day, there are plenty of people on the streets, and not all of them are perfectly polite; there's definitely some muttering and gossip, although most don't seem mean-spirited at a cursory listen.

At the police station, there's a different receptionist, but he seems to have been briefed by his coworker.

"There aren't any reports of that kind of a teleportation move on record, but getting anything beyond the standard pop is rare enough that that's hardly surprising. I put out a notice; if any further cases pop up in the United States, we'll know about it."

Okay.

This is - maybe pretty weird - but she's not actually sure this is the same world she was in. She's never heard of pokemon before and the people here have really weird pets and also it's kind of strange for people to stare at magical girls as much as people have been staring at her. And Winona's phone number didn't work.

"You... 'don't know' what a Pokémon is, because you're a magical girl from another world with an unheard-of teleportation move. Of course the psychic with the crazy cosplay outfit is part of a prank. Look, I get it, you want to have some fun, I was a kid. But don't waste police time and resources on it, please. It's the story of the boy who cried Houndoom; the more resources we have to spend on people who mess around, the less we have whenever people actually get in trouble."

...okay.

She goes back to the Pokecenter and asks the nurse how long she can stay, and whether there's a library around someplace that she can use.

"There's no time limit, although we will be getting more crowded in a month or so when the summer trainer rush starts to hit Memelene. The library is 3 blocks south on main street, then turn onto Oavenuenue for 2 blocks; it's on the left, with the green rooftop."

Thanks.

Library. Is it crowded? A bored librarian is usually good for even weird questions.