[The video starts off moving through the trees, which might not be all that odd considering the number of times Pokemon have gotten their trainers' pokegear away from them. There's a backpack hanging from a nearby branch, so they're not far away either, maybe.
Oh, wait, did you see that flash of red? Maybe you heard a colorful demonstration of dialogue followed by a loud crash. Kind of like someone falling out of a tree?]
SERIOUSLY?! What kind of crazy place is this-- [Climbling out of the bushes, throwing a fallen branch out of her path...] --that I can't even move through the trees?!
[The view shifts for a better look. What sounds a lot like Chimchar-type giggling can be heard as it pans down to its trainer, a woman with bright red hair, picking and throwing twigs from her hair. She stops to check on a few scratches on her arm when she hears the snickering and directs her gaze upwards suspiciously.]
... Ah--
[And then she looks stunned, and then she looks angry. Oh crap.]
KONJOOOOO! What part of laying low was uncl-- [END FEED.]
[Seeing as her comrades back home wouldn't bat an eyelash at a fall like that she's not too fussed about it. She's more concerned about what he's SAYING than what he's not.]
They must have done something to us between taking us from our homes and our waking up here, then.
[Hey she survived and walked away from it. Everything's good. Plus she's a human, not an animal, so he's not giving her as much concern as he could.]
I don't know how anyone could do something like this, or how we got here. I don't think that anyone knows, even the people who have been here for... [What's that word...] years.
Years? Seriously? [That part is mumbled half in disbelief. She'd probably flip if she didn't think it was some kind of genjutsu or afterlife. That would add up with what she knows about the prior, though.]
What about you? How long have you been stuck here?
Mmm... [He has to think about that for a moment. It's not something that he thinks about much.] About a year I think. It was spring when I first came here, and it's spring again now.
People just seem to go home sometimes. I know that a few people have come back here later and they sometimes remember being here before, but I haven't noticed any patterns. It doesn't seem like anyone's deciding when it happens.
[She's quiet at that, because it makes like, zero sense, but she's not about to accuse someone she just met of lying. It's more that it's hard to wrap her head around.
Still, ruling out the most probable leaves only the least probable, right?]
I see, so our captors are holding all the cards. They sound pretty fickle, at that.
Oh, well, they can be be fun if you find the right game... Let's see... They probably have stores here, right? You should ask a clerk about it. They can tell you about the popular ones if you want to give it a try.
They must have done something to us between taking us from our homes and our waking up here, then.