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.]
[action]
A family of genetic engineers, huh? Dist can't help but smirk a bit. The science department really got a catch this time around.]
Well then, you should find yourself right at home here. Granted, the department has shrunk quite a bit since July of 2012, but I think you'll see that we are very serious about what we do. We aren't all deeply involved in genetic engineering, but our interests are neatly aligned.
[Long story short: we love doing horrible things with science.]
[action]
The laboratory seems a bit outdated, though, doesn't it? I'm used to working with things like this - the materials back home were very similar, actually - but where I'm from it's 1998, not 2013. Is there a reason for the lack of upgrades?
[action]
That I cannot explain. On Auldrant, the technology is far more advanced than this. And in all honesty, when I arrived the large difference was very difficult to get accustomed to. I believe Doctor Kato, my partner in this department, is also from a technologically advanced world, so his concerns were similar.
[He shrugs.]
We've simply had to make do.
[action]
So you're from another planet altogether, then. How...fascinating.
[That's one of those things that manages to explain nothing at all and yet somehow it completely explains everything; either way, her tone implies that you may, in fact, be full of it, but she's willing to humor you for now, Dist. And if you turn out to be an escapee from the local mental ward, well, she'll deal with that later.]
Tell me about this 'Kato' person, then - does he specialize in the same field, or is he one of those passionate ones with a different interest?
[action]
[If Dist is bothered by Alexia's tone, he's not showing it. But he really isn't that bothered. Let her be skeptical; she is only a newcomer, after all. He was the same way when he arrived and kept hearing from all these Earth people.]
Like myself, Kato is very passionate about art and beauty. However, he chooses to express it with a different medium. He specializes in explosives.
[What an eloquent way to put it.]
He is absolutely brilliant, and an excellent partner to bounce ideas off of.
no subject
[She doesn't seem displeased by that explanation any; if anything, she's somewhat intrigued.]
Well, I've found that people like that are more than worth keeping around; they tend to make themselves useful in the most unexpected of ways, don't they?
no subject
[Dist smiles in her direction.]
Ah, now that I think about it, I don't believe I caught your name, Miss...?
no subject
[...oh, all right, fine, you've actually warranted the followthrough.]
It's a pleasure - especially as it seems we'll be working rather closely, once I've received more clearance.
no subject
The pleasure is mine, Miss Ashford. I look forward to working with you. Don't you worry about the clearance issue by the way. If you're truly as good as you claim, you should have enough in no time.