Episode 1: The Trial

Isabella rereads that final section a few times, frowning to herself as she notes how some are just signing without even seeming to care what they might be agreeing to. What if there was a Clause that said that they could only keep every fifth Pokémon they captured, or something equally unthinkable to someone with the drive to be a Trainer.

"Professor...is this the first time you've attempted to get Interns? Not counting those who have failed to complete your Trial in this recruitment drive," she places her copy of the contract on the desk and points to the section in question, "I just wonder if you've every had to pay out on the funeral expenses. What sort of work is involved in the Internship, exactly?" The rush of soft words finally out of her, she appears to deflate slightly and drops her gaze to her hands at the edge of the desk. "Or even generally would do, Sir."

The ragged sheik girl was bring up fair points, but this was Keno's best shot at a licence. He was willing to rise to the challenge, but yes, his own funeral would be tough to surmount.

"This isn't an all or nothing gig or something, is it? I mean, is someone won't sign do we have to wait for more? Once we're in there I don't want to get the boot because someone can't hack it either." Keno was starting to worry that the control offer his future was slipping through his fingers, and into the hands of those around him.

"So..." Isabella pauses and nips her lip, her mind wandering to her sister, Katrynah, and her brothers, Michael and William, and even their cousin, Kyrstan. If she became a Trainer, maybe she could save enough to pay their fees should they want to become Trainers.

She lifts her eyes to look at the Professor before her gaze darts away again, "Is accepting the dangers of the Trial before we know the details of the job part of the Trial, Professor? There'll be instances during the Internship that you'll ask us to do things without explaining the reasoning before hand? Or perhaps never explaining it at all, even when the tasks done?"

She knows she might be disqualified for pressing for information if that's the case, but she likes to check the ground ahead before launching all her weight onto it.

Isabella lifts her gaze again, "At what point do we get the Trainer's License? After the dangers of the Trial, or once the Internship is explained and we accept that? My impression, from what little was said during the interview on television, was that the two were linked together."

Isabella gives the Professor a slight smile, a light blush replacing the flush on her cheeks as she takes the papers back, quickly checks the pages to ensure she's not required to initial or sign anywhere else, and then signs and dates the final page before adding it to the pile.

"I'm glad to hear that, Professor. I look forward to the opportunity you've given all of us, and I will do my best to ensure I remain healthy enough to take full advantage of it."

He laughed and said, "Eager, aren't we? Well, we can begin as soon as everyone else signs their forms... unless they wish to back down now...." He looked at everyone else who had yet to put down their signatures.

Putting his clippers and cigar away, he takes interest in any of the works that involve dark or gothic themes.
"Such eh fine work here in this visiting center."

After taking in the scenery one last time, he takes and fills out the forms needed to move forward. 

    "Simple enough questions eh?"

The professor was obviously glad to hear the compliment on the collection. "You think so? The Wasahgee were a very strange, but artistic group of people. They used to think the works in the exhibits were windows to another world." He gathered all the paperwork. "Good, now you can begin!" he said before leading the group to an elevator in the back. Next to it, hanging on the wall, were multiple backpacks. "These are for you."

Following Isabella's lead John retrieved a bag from one of the hooks then stood beside her. "Hey, names John, I'ma engineer-in-training. Looks like we'll be hangin' out for a bit at least, i guess." john trailed off at the end of the sentence, his false confidence waning midway through the introduction.

Isabella smiles and holds out a hand to the seemingly-older boy who stands beside her after getting his pack. "Hello, John. I'm Isabella. Though Izzy's shorter to shout if you need to get my attention in a pinch," she offers a quick wink and a blush as she says that last part. "I did odd jobs for Trainers that passed through my Home Town, so I don't really have a profession like you do."