"With a name like Davey Jones I thought he'd be someone more...watery?" Bobby waved at the bulbasaur. He nudged Butters off his perch, who released a cloud of sparkling dust of his wings with the first beat as he took to the air again. "Go on, say hello. Be social and charming like me."
"So, did you book tickets or are we still playing roulette?" Bobby asked as he reached for the door. He'd barely opened it a foot when a gout of flame shot out, which lead to him promptly throwing it shut. "Nope, that's a no."
It took another fifteen or so tries before they got a favorable option. But that was the game if you were looking for something specific. Sometimes the doors opened to burning hellscapes. Sometimes an outlet mall. Sometimes waterworld.
"And sometimes...a lonely beach that's begging to be occupied by two studs and their cute buddies."
Bobby reshouldered his knapsack and grabbed Peter's hand, "Ready for some fun in the sun? And not looking at these same buildings for the next several hours?"