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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;
There are benefits to either class, but I rather like mine - I get to use HMs without a need for badges - although I guess that doesn't matter as much any longer since I have all the badges I'd need for them - and I tend to get more eggs when I breed my pokemon.
Basically you pair them up and encourage them to produce eggs! It's fun to figure out the best matches.
voice;
[The lie is an awkward one, but he's not sure what else to do with that really helpful UNSPECIFIED all over his trainer card, good lord.]
And what about the ones that don't produce eggs? I mean, I've seen dogs around here -
[He cuts off abruptly for a second. Hesitates.]
...tell me the dogs don't lay eggs.
voice;
All the dog pokemon I'm aware of lay eggs.
[ SORRY... ]
voice;
[Because maybe if he's vehement enough, it'll somehow fix things.]
voice;
[ no one cares aradia ]
voice;
OKAY MAYBE "CARES" IS TOO STRONG A WORD BUT
...WHAT.]
All right, now you're toying with me, aren't you?!
voice;
I never toy with newcomers! It would be a little rude.
voice;
And where are you supposedly from, then?
voice;