MORE ROCKET PLOT THINGS

[these_balls]

The day has come.

Secret locations all around Johto were set up several days before, with helicopters discretely (or as discretely as helicopters CAN) arriving to each of them to pick up the scattered Rockets in the dead of night.

Those who came were treated to a swift flight, whizzing over the miles of trees, rocks, and small mountainous areas that would normally take your average trainer weeks to traverse.

Anywhere from an hour to three or four, depending on where they were flying from, each one eventually landed in a little wooden grove just outside of Mahogany Town. From there? It’s on to the HQ. Under the cover of darkness and the watchful eye of some silent, vaguely threatening superiors wielding stun-guns and Grimers, the riders will be hurried into what seems to be a homey little Mom and Pop-style shop.

Needless to say, not everything is what it appears to be.



After layers of booby-trapped hallways guarded by glassy-eyed Persian statues (don’t worry, kids, your superiors will be guiding you through them to make sure you don’t get any Sludge Bombs to the face, but good luck trying to get out again), the crowds of newly-transported Rockets will arrive on the residential floor.

Everyone will receive a room of their very own. Beds? Feathery and soft, with warm blankets galore and really expensive-looking pillows. Money comes easy when your organization rarely actually buys anything.

The rooms are lined up along the hallway dorm-style, but there’s an expansive communal lounge and even a big dining room. The food? Pretty darn nice. At least one talkative guard will boast that it’s up there with the best restaurants in Goldenrod and Olivine—because the cooks were kidnapped from BOTH!

To top it all off, at some point while building this underground fortress of a building, someone tapped into a hotspring. Aw yeah.


Upon arrival, the recruits will first be lined up in the hallways and given a speech—the first part of it is the usual extolling of Team Rocket’s grand purpose and the honor that they should all feel at being part of such a glorious organization. After that, they will be told that they may freely roam the residential floor while they await further instructions and have full use of all the facilities as a thanks for their continuing loyalty. Arianna, it seems, was not lying about them being rewarded!

Oh—but that door marked Admins Only at the end of that one hallway? Restricted.

Don’t even try it, grunts.


~*~

“Ma’am?”

A shadow entered the doorway of the office.

Watching the video screens before her, Arianna did not turn around.

“Yes? What’s your report?”

“The helicopters have all made it back, ma’am. The recruits are being shown to their rooms as we speak.”

“Excellent. What was the turnout?”

“Pretty good, ma’am! But there were a few no-shows.” Stepping inside, the grunt placed a slip of paper down on the admin’s desk, stepping away from it quickly once he did so, just in case Arianna was in one of her moods. “We’ve compiled their names and locations.”

Arianna reached out to pick up the slip of paper, gaze lingering on the screens for just a moment longer before it turned to the list.

“… How disappointing. Oh well, it’s no matter. They’ll be with us soon enough.”

Swiveling her seat around, she gave her subordinate a smirk.

“Get the squads ready. They’ll be leaving in the morning.”



OOC INFO:
Congratulations! If your character went to the helicopters willingly and cooperated with their superiors, they are now awaiting their orders at the Rocket HQ and being treated like royalty! ... For now.

Please feel free to ask questions about the HQ setting or any other points of confusion in the QUESTIONS thread! Also, if your character was NOT taken by helicopter to the HQ and is instead someone who should be added to the compilation list of runaway Rockets that we're making, please let us know that too! (An OOC comment is fine, just mark it accordingly and yadda <3)

Otherwise, this post is an open log!

Let your character enjoy the hot springs, bother each other, and explore their new surroundings!

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OOC QUESTIONS HI THERE GUYS

[these_balls]

[of-france.livejournal.com]

France is currently working as a cook at the Goldenrod Restaurant. Does this mean he was kidnapped?

Open / ATTN: Fai

[usedmeanlook.livejournal.com]

[Kurogane's paranoid levels have gone through the roof since he's seen everything that's been laid out for the Team Rocket members, and it hasn't gone back down since. In his experience an organization like this one doesn't play nice for no reason -- even disregarding the mission in the future, something is up.]

[Kurogane's Pokemon have been returned to their capsules and stored somewhere out of sight but definitely on his person, and though he's dressed in full uniform he leans against the wall of a lounge and doesn't seem eager to socialize.]

[Mostly, he stands there and looks imposing.]

Open

[usedclamp.livejournal.com]

[Fay was in the same boat - he was without a doubt, extremely wary of the circumstances surrounding them. But as per his usual farce, he took it with a grin.]

[Once the speeches were said and done, he released Clover from the Pokéball, allowing her to drape across his shoulders as he approached Kurogane witha grin planted on his face.]

With an expression like that, Kuro-rin could scare even the bosses!

[Sure, he was teasing; he knew there were more serious matters at hand, but this was the last place in this entire world where they could openly discuss it.]

Perhaps we should make use of the amenities while they're available to us! It certainly is enticing~

[reveiller]

[Well, it doesn't take long before Kurogane catches Fuji's attention, being the sort of person to gravitate to those who don't wish to be disturbed by default. It might also have something to do with a certain stoic teammate of his that so resembles the other, but that might just be mere coincidence. Really.

He plasters on a faintly amused smile as he makes his way over to the other seemingly on a whim and lifts his hand in greeting. Cheerfully--]

Exciting, isn't it? [Thoughtful hum goes here. Vaguely--] I can't say much for their delivery, of course, but optimistically speaking, it should be the thought that counts.

Open - Dining Room

[psychunaut.livejournal.com]

[Don't even try that door, grunts?

Well, you'll be surprised. Raz is distracted from his mission of bringing down Team Rocket right now! What by? Well, a good meal. He'd kinda been living in the wilderness/caves before now, and he was hungry! Hey, he's still a kid. Sure, a kid who used psychic powers and was a rebel against the organisation he's getting food from, but... well, yeah. Under the table, he's slipping a bit of the yucky food he doesn't want to his three Pokemon - Slowpoke, Kirlia, and Charmeleon.

If you're at the dining table, Raz is gonna be talking to you, I warn you. And, yes, he still has his goggles over his eyes.]

So, what were you up to before you were taken from your home?

[hatinonlayton.livejournal.com]

[oh, he's there all right. Although he cares less about the food, and more about the fancy glass of Shuckle-fermented berry juice that he keeps having the waiters refill for some reason. So what if they use a turtle for a keg. He needed a stiff drink!

And for some reason not ignoring Raz. HMM. Could one have to do with the other?]

Oh, you know. Revenge and ... revenge and such?

[reveiller]

[He blinks thoughtfully like two relaxed sunrises and puts down his fork with a hum, tapping the side of his glass with consideration.]

Oh, I don't know. [He looks a little rueful at that.] You could say that I had an interesting tennis match, but it was over before I left.

[serpensrex.livejournal.com]

[Cobra Commander looked up from his food and debated how much to tell this complete stranger. The answer? Everything, of course.]

The same thing I’m up to here! Trying to rule the world and crush anyone who stands in my way!

[Having announced his plans as loudly as possible to the entire dining room, Cobra Commander returned his attention to his plate.]

This food looks much better than what I was accustomed to in Goldenrod City! It’s about time this organization gave me what I deserve!

[lynx-likes-red.livejournal.com]

[Haru skip-dashes to the table. He's never seen so much food before! Or such nice food, really. He still doesn't trust Team Rocket. He doesn't even know what they do. He just got here in this strange world after all. . . but there's tons of food!

He's excited about this but a professional is always aware of potential customers. He looks up at Raz while stabbing his food with a fork.]

Just the usual! You know. . .screwing around.

[Shrug, then he stops]

Oh! And I had to help my friend get out of trouble. [There's a smirk on his lips at the end of that sentence, like something else came to mind.]

[itsybitsycrazy.livejournal.com]

[Tarantulas, all disguised up and voice hiding, is there with the rest, a Ledyba floating not too far behind/above him. He's not eating much, perhaps he's not eating anything, but learning more about the others here could prove helpful!]

Oh, nothing, hahaha. Just doing some... research.

Open - Hallway

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[Glaring - or that's just how his face always looks - at the Admins Only door. He's not going to try and enter it - not yet - but he is staring at it, trying to figure things out.]

[hatinonlayton.livejournal.com]

[and here's a "girl," taking notice and sticking her (longer than it seems) nose into his business.]

Hmm? Do you want to speak with the "Admins?"

[reveiller]

[Suddenly, one (1) v. v. amused Fuji behind you! Cue hum of consideration. Helpfully--]

Well, you could try knocking.

[itsybitsycrazy.livejournal.com]

[And here is a Tarantulas! ... Naturally, completely disguised and even masking his voice - well, as best as he can with these human vochal cords - so that one wouldn't be able to recognize him.]

You wish to speak with them as well?

Open - Hot Springs

[redderbyrules.livejournal.com]

[Kneesocks is calmly enjoying herself, immersed in the water.

No peeping, boys. Unless you want her guarding Beedrill to stab you in the face.]

[redcinematics.livejournal.com]

[A towel-clad Grell enters the room, tying her hair up for her little dip. Her Houndoom tails her, looking a tad grumpy because sitting in water isn't really his idea of relaxing, but his trainer forced him along anyway.

Noticing that she has company, she smiles, motioning toward the spring.]

Mind if I join you, dear?

Open - Hot Springs

[1-2-jango-zzzz.livejournal.com]

[This would be Jango. Trying REALLY hard to hypnotize said beedrill. It is a rule among men that at least one of them must lead the way towards victory!]

Open - Lounge

[futariniousama.livejournal.com]

[ Niou has pitched himself full-length onto a couch, where he reclines, a purple kitty (http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/1244/kitto.png) curled up on his stomach. His hands are laced behind his head and he's just lounging. That's what a lounge is for, right? ]

[ yes that is an mspaint drawing of a ditto being a cat. and that is exactly what the dittokitty looks like, too. you know why? because ditto is mimicking the cat niou drew for it. ditto has never seen a real cat before. l-lol. ]

[reveiller]

[D'aww dittokitty!

And just because, have a cyndaquil clambering up the couch making faint squeaky noises. It's heading for you, Niou. What do?]

[itsybitsycrazy.livejournal.com]

... A Ditto, I presume?

Open - Everywhere and Anywhere

[1-2-jango-zzzz.livejournal.com]

[See this? This would be a crazy person, trying to engage every and any and all other rockets to join him in a dance and coming up with an awesome slogan song. If you get too close, expect to be hijacked and begged to join in on the action.]

HWOO!!!

Open - Lounge

[oxidegreen.livejournal.com]

[Marona can be found leaning against a wall, her eyes closed. Though she may appear to be resting, her petite body is in fact quite tense - she doesn't trust a single bit of this whole situation, and part of her can't help but wonder how difficult it would be to bust out. Luckily, the smarter majority of her mind realizes not only how outnumbered she is, but also how weak she has become in comparison to her power levels from home, which would make escape rather difficult.

Next to her stands an Absol, looking grim and solemn. So, much like its trainer. Bother them?]

[itsybitsycrazy.livejournal.com]

[Tarantulas, disguised and masking his voice, shall approach the girl, smirking to himself as he catches the mood of the duo. This should be fun! ... His Ledyba, on the other hand, is just kind of floating around without a clue, giving a similar aura to Tarantulas as he "smiles".]

Something the matter?

[reveiller]

[And because Fuji has a natural tendency to gravitate towards those that look vaguely stoic, he ambles over amiably.]

That's a very cute dog. What's it called?