Sigur groaned his displeasure at the sudden, ear-piercing sound of the foghorn, turning to his side and grumbling silent insults into his pillow as he tried to catch hold of whatever dream he'd just had. He swore, he had half the mind to just ignore the noise and what it entailed altogether. He much preferred the fairly comfortable cabin bed than whatever awaited him outside, anyway. Try as he might, he just couldn't figure out the appeal in Pokémon training. Why the hell would someone willingly abandon their bed, their fridge and basically their [i]entire home[/i] to set out to roam forests, swamps and probably very fucking hazardous mountains in search for sentient monsters to stuff into small spheres for later bragging rights? Hell, how did any government and tree-hugger community condone that crap and not stop it before it got to began, anyway? He wasn't a particularly caring person, and even he could see something wrong with the entire prospect. 

Well, whatever, his sleep was already ruined and whatever dream he had attempted to run after already beyond his reach. He might as well get his ass out of bed and drag himself outside. If not, someone would probably come fetch him anyway, and he rather preferred to walk on his own two legs than be hoisted over the shoulder of some freaking gorilla for hire. So, with one more annoyed grunt, Sigur pushed himself to sit and took a look around his cabin. His clothes and whatever other items he'd managed to fit in his backbag were scattered across the chair and table, and the leftovers of his last night's snacks spread out on the floor like a minefield of sticky sweets. Damn. They... didn't expect him to clean up, did they? Because he was, uh, in a hurry and shit. Excited to start his adventure and whatever. Yeah. 

Standing up and quickly gathering whatever he believed to be his (including some "souvenirs" from the ship's decor. Hey, it was called being an opportunist), Sigur threw his backbag over his shoulder and marched out the door - only to run head first into ten dozen people who apparently had had the same idea of exiting the ship [i]right at this very moment[/i]. It looked like a scene straight out the Titanic, just with less theatrics and mushy dialogue; people were pushing their way towards the docks, not really paying attention to who they trampled in the process. Tourists? Sigur believed so, unless half the world had suddenly decided to become a Pokémon trainer in this new exciting region today. This was why he hated huge crowds of people. Or, well, small crowds of people, too. Or just people, really. 

Groaning, the blond teen figured he might as well join in on the oh-so-fun shoving war. He tightened his grip on his bag just in case some asshole tried to snatch it from him, and pushed himself into the wave of people flowing towards the new region. Out of all the hundreds of persons abroad, he must have been one of the only ones not to wear a stupid, happy grin on their face - at least, one of the only ones he saw from what little he looked around.

As fresh air finally graced his lungs, Sigur took a long breath in and allowed himself a very brief moment of relaxation - which was broken only moments after by some overly excited orangutan brushing past him. Was that a girl or a freaking missile on drugs? She was followed by some guy, so probably the former. She seemed to be heading towards a lab coated man - that was apparently being harassed by a dude in pink if Sigur's eyes didn't fail him.[I] Really?[/I] Wait, shit, that wasn't the professor... whatever, was it? He wouldn't have to walk up there with [I]these people,[/I] would he?

Well, [i]crap.[/i]