Heatstroke: The bubbling of beakers filled with unknown fluid, the scattered look of random machines placed haphazardly, the almost scattered placement of papers, things - seemingly everywhere. This is the home of a scientist, that's for sure.
Common Sense: Oh goodness, what is that shadow thing?
Encyclopedia [trivial: failure]: You're...unsure.

Though, as the good doctor introduced herself, Tabula would give as formal of a nod as they could, despite their nervousness, responding with a "It's nice to meet you too, Doctor."

Composure [challenging: success]: Stay. Calm.
Masquerain: Oh, this must be the starting guide!
Common Sense: Yeah...that would make sense. The shadow stuff will wear off sometime, so at least it won't be...too nervewracking.

Their eyes moved to the Pokeballs at the mention of a 'Starter Pokenyan', before giving a polite nod.

Masquerain: So this is how you get a Pokemon! 27 of them...didn't know there were so many.
Haunted: She's expecting you to sit down somewhere...if there is anywhere to sit inside this stormy place. It's at least polite to take a seat when talking to someone.

That was true - and a carefully stacked pile of plastic chairs seemed to be the best spot to sit, albeit a tad uncomfortable. The shuffling of papers brought their eyes back to the shadowy Professor.

Endurance [trivial: success]: This is nothing! Nothing at all!
Perception (Sight): It appears Dr. Bunya is ready to get started with the questions, though her panic at not finding...something, appears to ease away as she says she'll wing it.
Event Horizon: Regardless, there are questions. They will need answers. It's best to not delay this any further than needed.

So, with a smile, Tabula would start the interview with a "All right then - fire away."

Event Horizon: Oh dear, this could be...trouble.
Common Sense: You don't really know much about Pokemon - piecing together elements of their 'types' and what they even are from simple water-cooler chat around the office! You can't answer this, you don't know much about the franchise!
Tailwind [challenging - check success]: Uh, uh...! Oh! There is one Pokemon you know that sorta...feels like you.
Heatstroke: Another day of working, taking a break at a water cooler. You're sitting by the cooler, a cup of coffee in hand, as the people around the office chat about Pokemon. More specifically, they quip about what Pokemon they would be - some mention Beheeyem, other Togetic, Yamask, Rosalia - one person proudly exclaims that they would be a Charizard, to the ribbing and playful jeers of the others. Then, they turned to you. You weren't sure what you'd be, but you offhandedly mentioned -
"I'd be a Psychic type or a Ghost type.They sound interesting."
The conversation then quickly turned to other types, and someone (you don't remember their name) turned to you, looked at you holding a cup of coffee that had by sure gone cold by now, and immediately said:

"I don't really know a lot of Pokemon...but if I had to guess what would be my favourite - I suppose it would be a Bibarel? I heard someone mention it at work. I don't really know what that would say about me, though."

The silence lingers, for only a brief moment, before the next question appears.

Event Horizon [easy - failure]: Ok...Wait - attacking someone in an alleyway?!
Tailwind [challenging - failure]: Oh god, what do you do, what do you do...!
Common Sense: Stop it? What else could you do?
Tailwind: But what if that makes things worse?!

For a moment, there is silence yet again - Tabula appears to hesitate, mind thinking of answers which are quickly discarded and this won't work, this won't work, what do you do, what do you do-?!

Composure [check success]: Calm yourself down. Take a deep breath! It isn't the end of the world!
Encyclopedia: If there is continuous panic, then you may not be able to answer any more questions.
Masquerain [medium - success]: Yeah! Besides, it's just a video game! Nothing that bad. Just answer the question!
Common Sense: Right...stopping them would make sense.

Tabula would take a breath, before looking to Bunya.
"...Probably try to throw you off of them? Or anything to make you stop hurting another person."
The latter part comes in a bit of a rush. But still, the final question appears, just as quickly.

Event Horizon: All right, final question - focus.
Encyclopedia [trivial - success]: Oh, you know this one. Someone told you about it when they got some sauce on their dress shirt.

And so, the grey-haired person repeated the much needed advice they had overheard at the time - slightly trying to remember a few details that have faded a bit.
"You blot out the sauce first, then you add detergent to it to...do something to it, pretreat it, I think. After, you put it in the washing machine on the hot setting. You then wash your lab coat until you get the sauce out - oh! But don't dry it until then, because if there's any still on it, that will set the stain in."

Perception (Sight): Ok, so that's what a Bibarel is.
Encyclopedia: A beaver-like Pokemon...the term 'busy as a beaver' comes to mind. The labcoat though...
Common Sense: Well, you did mention the hot setting on a washing machine. It would make sense that the coat would be steaming.

Soon, a red and white sphere is tossed into Tabula's hands - slightly stumbled over, but managed to have a grip on.

Perception (Sight): Fue...coco. Huh.
Encyclopedia: You don't really know what a Fuecoco is. Maybe the ball has a way to-

As Tabula turns the ball around in their hands, the Pokeball opens with a beam of white light. Soon, standing before the grey-haired person, was a strange little...crocodile?

Perception (Sight): Huh. Looks...kinda cute. It also appears to be staring at you.
Haunted: What are you going to say? First impressions are important.
Cat's Paw: Just...greet it. Say hi.

"Uh...hey, lil' guy?"

The Fuecoco paused for a second, looked up at Tabula, and in a raspy tone, said:
"Heya. You my trainer?"
"Um...yeah."
"Awesome!" The crocodile would smile, the little tuft of hair(?) on its hair lighting up.
A moment of silence between the two, as the glass-haired person tilted their head slightly.
"So...what do I call you?"
A almost relaxed chuckle. "Whatever you want! I ain't too picky."

Common Sense: Ok, names. What do you call the Fuecoco? He said he wasn't picky, so nothing is gonna be bad.
Tailwind: But-!
Haunted: ...call him Numa.
Encyclopedia [easy - check failed]: The reason why this name comes to you...escapes you. But, it feels fitting.

"...Let's call you...Numa?"
"Numa...Numa...I like it! Feels very...me."