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Collected from Arsaga:

It seems the Tourist Information Center is about as far away from the PokéCenter as it is from the gym, making for quite the walk, with the streets continually draining of people. The last rays of sunlight are slowly dwindling by the time they identify the gym - a tall glass building with minimal but ambient illumination at its edges, its many storeys filled with various plant life. It's labelled 'Pterygotamorphic Pokémon Science Center' and an indicator of what is on which storey is just outside it, reading:

• 'Ground Floor - Reception, Dr. Kelebek'
• 'First Floor - Cecile Madhukar, Pokégym'
• 'Second Floor - Arista and Altair'
• …

It's actually fairly dark in the building itself, though if their assumption's correct that most of the biotopes hold pokémon, then they'd no doubt want their sleep at night - so it's not that surprising. The brightest light, a dim, welcoming orange glow, is cast across the silver, arced reception desc, with darkness leading towards the back wall of the building, through which the soft blue light of the night is spilling in, glinting across the first stairs just barely visible from here.

The first floor is mostly dark, with only a spherical light atop a torch-like conical design near the gym's entrance lighting the area, glowing in the orange tone that the light at the reception did. The doors, however, are closed and seemingly have no handles, and there's no knocker or doorbell.

The light [in the gym] reveals a small but sufficiently sized arena, looking a bit like an indoor basketball court in regards to its size, with its far wall a pane of glass. Beyond the same are two substoreys - and what's visible of the rooms there shows that Cecile probably at least lives here occasionally.

“I've got a futon that can hold two of you, and a fairly comfortable armchair you could curl up in or just sit-sleep in, but that's pretty much it, unless someone prefers the floor with generous amounts of - well, unfortunately rather thin - blankets?”

Collected from N'Sehla:

For the interior of a building, the first floor is surprisingly moist, almost developing hints of mists in the cooler corners, though it may just be a fluke of the eye. The broad corridor the stairs open into, continuation further up aside, is covered with a fine-meshed carpet of warm hue, vanishing inexplicably into what is unmistakably live, real, thick foliage about halfway down. Glass behind and before him fill the corridor, further lit by the light coming in through transmission and subsurface scattering from the milky wall to his right, seeming to contain more plants, no doubt for research purposes.

The wall to his left seems to have a slight curvature, as if to emphasise the organic nature of this entire floor, sliding doors that could move to cover each other but instead are just ajar enough to allow comfortable and easy passage by a single human being. Rucksack totted, determination coiling around every fibre, Dakarai N'Sehla approaches the same.

“It's the 'fur', I think,” Cecile Madhukar runs fingernails gently and carefully across a Spinarak's back, sat in a casual lotus on the hard ground of the classically designed arena. To her right, purely transparent glass makes up a wall of two storeys worth of height, square metres of the rooms beyond compact - her living quarters, furniture plainly viewable. Ahead, light filters in gradient from a wall of shifting translucency - opaque light pastel browns shrink sideways as if escaping heat. The top of the wall is letting the daylight spill across the arena like inverse, gentle, lethargic flames.

Half a minute later, they're up in between the dark red felt couches of Cecile's living room, with her unclipping the box, opening it, only to retrieve a metallic, stylised dragonfly pin, its tail bent to the left only to end in a wicked scorpion's stinger. It's intricately crafted - a small work of art - even if the colour itself is entirely unexciting, almost dull. It rests for a moment in her right palm, before she's handing it to Dakarai in silence, almost squinting up at him, herself lowered to height of that matt glass table, him stood beside her.