Hailey finds herself extremely glad to have wings as she dives alongside her loves, green sparks crackling in her feathers.

This won't do. She plummets alongside for a moment, before with a swift grasp of instincts she's never used before, she shifts.

And then she's a Latias, and angles her dive to slide under Sable, before gradually leveling out.

She grabs hold, arms wrapped securely around Maya's neck, looking around as they soar. She starts patting herself down, making sure all the things from her bag and pockets are still on her person — including the new notebook friend.

Maya, meanwhile, reaches out and draws her loves into a telepathic link, both the ones in and out of mindspace.

Neo smiles mentally at everyone, enjoying the ride.

Ruby snuggles up to Neo in mindspace, marveling at everything. <Holy fudge, we got isekaied!>

<Okay, everyone seems to be here. This is amazing.>

<But where, I wonder, is here?>

Her possessions are still on her person, not a speck of dust out of place!

How convenient ^^

Below there's a large city - big enough to fit perhaps a million people, if not more. 

Spread out below them, she can see countless art deco skyscrapers, built of odd dark metals and gleaming glass, spread out through a jungle of concrete, shining platinum white lamps, and smaller cozier apartments and vast classical buildings nestled into a mass of trees, a canopy of unfamiliar leaves covering a vast network of streets, tied together with wires and rails above and below for traincars and power and perhaps other things. A vast river cuts through the center of the city, with spider-cracks of canals running through the veins of the 'downtown'.  

The city doesn't quite peter off into the distance, but beyond there's a horizon spanning network of glass spun with gold, shining brightly at each thunderstrike as the rain pours down. 

Neo marvels at the architecture as they soar, grinning in mindspace.

<Beautiful. Let's find a nice spot to land near some people who could handle introductions.>

She strokes the sleek skin of Maya's neck, marveling at the fact that she's riding one of her headmates through the sky.

Maya scans the city below for parks, courtyards, plazas and the like, anywhere that seems like a decent gathering point, and very lightly glances along the edges of all these minds for people open to meeting distant travelers.

There's lots of both of those things! 

There's a relatively central park here, along the river, closer to more of the classical architecture.  There's lots of nice little shops you can visit if you'd like, and some nice park benches and some trains and the like fairly nearby. Here's a few dozen parks and plazas spread throughout the city that'd work well enough. It's rainy though, and so fairly few people are out milling around. 

She turns toward the more central of the parks, then pushes a question to her loves, <I think I can reach the instinct for invisibility, and feel out how to stretch it across you darlings. Hailey will have to perch, but we could have a more discreet approach. Would you like to try it?>

Sable hums thoughtfully, then nods.

Hailey soars close and lands on Sable's shoulder, tucking her wings close before nestling in between her and Maya.

There's a brief glow to her eyes, and then Maya's form fades from view, followed gradually by Sable and Hailey. They swiftly descend toward the park.

The park is pretty expansive - acres of rolling hills covered in grass, walkways following the curve of the river, an outdoor amphitheater, little spots for stalls, bike paths, and seating areas, some even with people still there, vast umbrellas in a cacophony of colors protecting them from the rain. LED lamposts shine brightly to light the paths throughout, gazing down on concrete roads with little pieces of cerulean glass scattered throughout, evenly and regularly spaced alongside the side of barely slick trails. Signs with directions and little street names poke out every once in a while along the paths with little rustic red signs, written in three languages - english amongst them. 

She soars down to a large enough clear space to land in, one that's comparatively unobserved. Once on the ground, she waits for Sable and Hailey to dismount, then returns to visibility and Gardevoir form in the same moment (or as close as she can manage).

Hailey perches atop Sable's shoulder, keen eyes peering around the park, watching everyone.

And Sable walks back toward the nearest group of people, hand in hand with Maya, a curious smile on her face.

You can see maybe three people in your relatively immediate vicinity at the tables.

The first is a blue haired woman with stylized foxgirl headphones and microphone sitting by her nicely polished lips. Her manicured fingernails tap tap tap at the keyboard of a sleek laptop, her the cerulean of her nails exactly matching the blue hue of her keyboard's RGB, and a light relaxed smile rests on her face. The second one is a younger figure, with deep brown hair that spills down halfway along their chest, flipping a leatherbound book in their hands, with a steaming mug billowing out a thin mist as they nurse their drink and read. The third is a slender androgynous figure, with short cropped hair and a lean build, with dusty brown-blonde hair, and earphones half-spilling out of their ears, their head turning a little at the slight woosh in the rain at your descent. 

Ooh? Do they have waterproof tech here? That's so cool!

She walks up to the three people, waving a greeting and grinning cheerfully. (Is waving the greeting gesture here? She does whatever her enhanced intuitions tell her the appropriate greeting gesture is.)

The intuitions agree that it's okay to wave! It's a greeting, but a relatively non-committal one - it's normal enough to wave to people as you come by just for a bit of social interaction and acknowledgement, and not nesscarily too much of an ask for a reply. The blue haired woman reads as upper class, and the rest of them as more middle class-y.

The blue haired woman tilts her head to the side for a moment to take you in, her eyebrows quirking up and her smile flashing a little brighter at the sight of you, before returning back to work alongside a faint reddening of her cheeks. The second person doesn't seem to notice you at all, and the lanky one shifts in their seat and waves back, blinking their eyes as they look at the strange sight.