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route_292011-01-22 05:51 pm
these_balls) wrote in route_292011-01-22 05:51 pm
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MORE ROCKET PLOT THINGS
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!
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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The food ain't bad. And hell, I'll kick all the puppies they want, if this is what I get for it. Ain't drownin' no kittens, though.
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I didn't peg you to be a cat person. And against dogs too, by the sounds of it.
[Teasingly--] Bad childhood memory?
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[ He's still keeping half an eye on the Cyndaquils, gently prodding the one who is not his Ditto. ]
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[The not!ditto cyndaquil shifts lazily and pokes his little head up in a quizzical fashion. It's flame had retreated to a dull simmer when it curled up, but flares slightly at the contact.]
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[ Niou passes his fingers over the flames again. ] Kinda neat. I could use a Fire-type. Anything less cute up in Mt. Mortar?
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[He just shifts again, and curls up a little tighter. The flares, however, are predictable. Fuji just shrugs.] I didn't stay long enough to find out.
You'd like the dinosaur with the flame on its tail, though. Doesn't it grow into a dragon?
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There's Charmanders up in there? Shit. Gotta get out there soon and grab one of 'em. Rex can take one out, easy.
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Are you planning to sneak out?
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If things get boring, yeah. I'm okay with chillin' here for a while, though; seein' what they got planned.
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And true. It would be a bit of a shame to come so far and not stay for the interesting bit. [And this is where he looks over to the dining table with a wistful look. The punch bowl is sitting there innocently, a stack of glass bowls next to it.] You don't suppose someone spiked it?
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It's always a possibility. I spiked many a punch bowl in my time. [ Grinning. ] Bring me a cup and I'll let you know.
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[Wry.] So you won't have to get your own? I suppose delegation is the first sign of leadership.
[But he ambles off anyway, amused and easy to please as always.]
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Was considerin' takin' over the team, actually, since the closest thing to a 'leader' I could find was that fuckin' joke, Commander Cobra or whatever. Might hold off on that, though, now we're gettin' somewhere.
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[When he returns... he is visibly not holding any punch whatsoever. Instead, he has a plateful of those cute little shrimp thingies and munching on one of them. As he approaches, he tosses one at Niou--
In which the Cyndaquil perks up and snatches it out of the air cheerfully.] But somewhat prudent. Do you play chess, by any chance?
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Some, yeah. Not my favourite game, but I don't suck at it. Yanagi's better. [ He places his entire hand over Cyndaquil's face and wrestles him around in retribution. ]
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[He watches on with interest as the Cyndaquil flares up and promptly squeals like a squealing thing.]
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He considers this, and picks up a shrimp thingy before tossing it with an upwards arc towards Niou.]
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Nice try.
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Puppy Niyuu, who know?
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Do you think Sugar could transform into a convincing jello cube?
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Why?
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NPCrocketeers, boisterous in their celebration.He hums.]
We could find out?
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victimsRockets. He grins a little. ]I like the way you think.