Alfred Ashford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
twinsanity) wrote2013-09-13 02:49 pm
twinsanity) wrote2013-09-13 02:49 pm
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001. [Voice / Action for Goldenrod Rocket Base]
[PRE-POST WHATNOT]
[Alfred has been here for a few days by now, getting used to the place; those who have been attending the mandatory training may or may not have noticed the newcomer who's been there with them. His clothes are military-styled, a bit too ornate for the location, and he hasn't been wearing the uniform; however, it's as though he's been making a concentrated effort to not be sociable. For the most part, it works - he's generally silent unless addressed, and any attempts to address him will get an eyeroll and brief but pointed answers if anyone tries - and so for the last handful of days, he's managed to conceal how utterly unnerving this is for him; so many people in this area with no idea how they got there, so many dragged here from different worlds, and if anything the streaming feeds over the device aren't helping.
He'd gone upstairs to the outside once, just to make sure that he's not being fed the most ridiculous lies ever about this being a different world entirely, and he's not sure whether the knowledge that he isn't is welcome or not. However, with the outside world came civilization and stores and the ability to purchase things at said stores; he hadn't been around this many people in years, but none of them really mattered in the scheme of things. Right? Of course they didn't.
Only one person mattered for the most part, and it seemed she had been brought to join him here; as long as he had her, everything else was secondary.]
[VOICE]
[There's a new signal broadcasting tonight; no video, but a decidedly feminine voice coming over the feed, soft but firm and to-the-point in tone.]
While I've realized that there's likely no chance of going home - not anytime soon - the opportunities this place has offered are completely subpar.
Are there any opportunities for advancement or employment in this world that don't involve hideous amounts of travel or retail work? I'm horribly overqualified for the latter, and the former...
Let's say I'd prefer to avoid it; it's been such a long time since I've done anything of the sort.
[...Charming.]
[ACTION]
[It's been a little while since we've had a newcomer to the Rocket science labs; there's certainly a new one in there today - a woman in the standard-issued Rocket uniform, being followed around by a massive and rather...unstealthy metal ant. Most of her long blonde hair is tied back simply to keep it out of her face, though she's got bangs brushing low over her forehead and light makeup dusted over her features; she seems to be annoyed by that incredibly short and mildly kicky skirt when she moves, one of her hands sweeping down as though to ensure the skirt is staying down, but other than that she seems pretty comfortable in her surroundings. She's not questioning what she's been told to do for now, even if data entry is still more than a little below her; after all, access to the database is definitely a good thing.
As such, there's not much entering of data getting done today; she's a bit enthralled by the reports of what happened in July of 2012. There's nothing too extensive in there, but it's just extensive enough...
Of course, she can be found elsewhere in the base as well, as the day wears on; she's a bit hard to miss, what with the metal ant rather loudly gashunking along next to her. She seems generally in control, though it's evident from the way that she pauses once in a while, bringing a gloved hand up in front of her mouth as though contemplating something and looking down the hallways before seeming to think better of exploring them, that she's...more than a little lost, um.
New people, pretty much.]
[Alfred has been here for a few days by now, getting used to the place; those who have been attending the mandatory training may or may not have noticed the newcomer who's been there with them. His clothes are military-styled, a bit too ornate for the location, and he hasn't been wearing the uniform; however, it's as though he's been making a concentrated effort to not be sociable. For the most part, it works - he's generally silent unless addressed, and any attempts to address him will get an eyeroll and brief but pointed answers if anyone tries - and so for the last handful of days, he's managed to conceal how utterly unnerving this is for him; so many people in this area with no idea how they got there, so many dragged here from different worlds, and if anything the streaming feeds over the device aren't helping.
He'd gone upstairs to the outside once, just to make sure that he's not being fed the most ridiculous lies ever about this being a different world entirely, and he's not sure whether the knowledge that he isn't is welcome or not. However, with the outside world came civilization and stores and the ability to purchase things at said stores; he hadn't been around this many people in years, but none of them really mattered in the scheme of things. Right? Of course they didn't.
Only one person mattered for the most part, and it seemed she had been brought to join him here; as long as he had her, everything else was secondary.]
[VOICE]
[There's a new signal broadcasting tonight; no video, but a decidedly feminine voice coming over the feed, soft but firm and to-the-point in tone.]
While I've realized that there's likely no chance of going home - not anytime soon - the opportunities this place has offered are completely subpar.
Are there any opportunities for advancement or employment in this world that don't involve hideous amounts of travel or retail work? I'm horribly overqualified for the latter, and the former...
Let's say I'd prefer to avoid it; it's been such a long time since I've done anything of the sort.
[...Charming.]
[ACTION]
[It's been a little while since we've had a newcomer to the Rocket science labs; there's certainly a new one in there today - a woman in the standard-issued Rocket uniform, being followed around by a massive and rather...unstealthy metal ant. Most of her long blonde hair is tied back simply to keep it out of her face, though she's got bangs brushing low over her forehead and light makeup dusted over her features; she seems to be annoyed by that incredibly short and mildly kicky skirt when she moves, one of her hands sweeping down as though to ensure the skirt is staying down, but other than that she seems pretty comfortable in her surroundings. She's not questioning what she's been told to do for now, even if data entry is still more than a little below her; after all, access to the database is definitely a good thing.
As such, there's not much entering of data getting done today; she's a bit enthralled by the reports of what happened in July of 2012. There's nothing too extensive in there, but it's just extensive enough...
Of course, she can be found elsewhere in the base as well, as the day wears on; she's a bit hard to miss, what with the metal ant rather loudly gashunking along next to her. She seems generally in control, though it's evident from the way that she pauses once in a while, bringing a gloved hand up in front of her mouth as though contemplating something and looking down the hallways before seeming to think better of exploring them, that she's...more than a little lost, um.
New people, pretty much.]
[VOICE]
[TIME TO SEE IF THIS IS A ROCKET.... look he's bored and has nothing better to do okay.]
[VOICE]
However, he's still speaking in a register that's far more suiting to Alexia than himself; whether the mental dissociation is still going strong or it's just a habit that he has yet to notice from the rest of the day is a bit hard to tell at this point, but so it goes.]
Is that so - I've been in Goldenrod for a few days now, and I certainly haven't seen anything that isn't either retail or centered around these...
[...]
...lovely pets we've been given.
[VOICE - LOCKED]
[What an elegant topic shift...]
[VOICE - LOCKED]
As it stands, that just gets a quiet tch out of him.]
And who are you to ask about something like that - why assume that I know anything?
[VOICE - LOCKED]
no subject
[...Do you think he's an idiot here or]
no subject
If you're working with Team Rocket you have plenty of other opportunities when it comes to work. You can assist with research in the science department or take on a job in the Game Corner.
no subject
[His voice is evening out as the traces of "Alexia" slowly work their way out of his system, his words starting to dip down into a lower register; it's still overdramatically effete as hell, but definitely in a way that sounds more like it belongs to a particularly effeminate man than a woman.]
I've already been doing that much, with the data entry and what have you. It's still beneath my skill level, but it'll do for now.
no subject
With time you'll be allowed to do your own research. I suggest getting to know the scientists in the labs; Kato and Dist are the two you're looking for, they're very... distinctive.
[That's one word for it...]
Get on their good side and they'll give you more freedom to work within the labs.
no subject
no subject
Gorthan returned to his world some time ago. The science department has slowly been shrinking in size for quite some time.
no subject
[Ugh.]
I suppose I can see what can be done to revive it, if anything - the fact that you've already worked with mutations in that hideous excuse for a laboratory is a good sign, at least...the year is apparently 2013 here, isn't it?
no subject
[He sounds quite pleased when he admits that, even though his "powers" were ridiculously limited.]
Dist and Kato have both done a good job with what they have in the laboratories. I'm sure you can adjust to it, though that does raise the question of where you've had better facilities in the past.
no subject
[Hmmm.]
What sort of mutations did you develop, if any? Please don't be an idiot and tell me you were in the control group.
no subject
Of course not. I developed psychic powers - specifically mind-reading - though my powers were nowhere near as impressive as some of the others. Every person was effected differently, after all. My friend received electric powers that were incredibly potent, but once the powers wore off he was left with a tic that didn't disappear for quite some time.
no subject
And did you have any idea that any of that would happen, or did they just have you sign up and hope for the best?
no subject
We were aware that we could potentially gain powers from signing up, but aside from that we weren't given very much information.
no subject
Guess what! It's an organization full of fucking morons.]
Well, I suppose that was to be expected...to whom am I speaking, anyway? I'll want to look up your file, if you don't mind - yours and your friend's both.
no subject
I am Colonel Frank Archer of the Amestrian military. My friend is Solf J Kimblee. I doubt you'll have any trouble getting access to those files, but if you do run into trouble, I can always talk to Dist or Kato.
[...Or make Kimblee do it since he knows them better.]
no subject
I can handle my own business, I don't need you to do it for me! If I run into too much of an issue, I'll just -
[...wait. Wait, wait.]
You're from...where, exactly? I've never heard of this 'Amestria' place.
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no subject
[And even though his wording has plenty of room for being backhanded or sarcastic, the fact is that it's not; if anything, it sounds like a rather...uh, awkward attempt at sounding halfway sympathetic.]
My name is Alfred Ashford; my family specializes in genetic manipulation and the creation of bio-organic weaponry.
[...yeah. Kind of. Not a chick here...]