Bailey de Chance was having a hard time. Same old same old there. She'd managed to get lost in Santalune Forest and had been going in erratic circles for quite a while. She had somehow managed to get a nest of almost-evolved Beedrills mad, tripped on the tail of a Pansage, and have a Scatterbug from freaking nowhere leap out of a tree and onto her face. To call her walk in the woods far from a walk in the park was...well...a cakewalk of an exaggeration.
After countless twigs, birds, bugs, and electric rodents, Bailey somehow managed to find the exit. Five hours ago. Right back into Santalune City. Then it was right back into the woods to try and get out in the right direction. She was just now emerging from the woods, onto Route 2, thankful that it was a short one. She could almost see Aquacorde City from where she stood, and so started running. It was a few steps later that she was reminded to tie her shoes, after tripping on the laces. After taking a couple of moments to tie her shoes and just barely avoiding being the new home of Pidgey crap, Bailey got back up on her feet and made a beeline for Aquacorde. Her new adventure was waiting, and now that it was going to start in just a few moments, she was getting excited about it again. What kind of Pokemon would she get? She just kinda hoped it was a Ghost-type.
Dashing up to the first group of people she could see, Bailey declared, clearly out of breath, "pant...Bailey de Chance...pleased to meet you, Professor." She then extended her hand to the one she addressed as Professor. The man with the S-shaped Unown floating by him; the one who wore the eyepatch.
"Over here," the actual Professor Apple said. Nodding toward the eyepatched man Bailey mistook for being the professor, she continued "This is my lab assistant, B. He assists me in researching Pokemon evolution. Naturally, you four will help out in your own way, too. Together, the two of us have done a bit of work and gathered up four Pokemon; one each. B, if you will."
Again, B snapped to attention as his Unown began circling the group, its cross-shaped pupil dilated. "Of course! I- oh dear-" One of the pokeballs slipped away and fell off the table, only for the Unown to swoop and catch it. "I'm sorry. I'd swear I'd lose my hands if they weren't attached to me." The Unown flew up to the table and dropped the pokeball in with the others. "As Professor Apple said, we collected four pokemon - I assure you, they're all quite tame, nothing to fear!"
"In the spirit of surprise, we won't divulge the species of Pokemon in these Pokeballs," Apple concluded. "Each of you will just step up, pick one, and see what you get."