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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!
Open / ATTN: Fai
[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
[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~
Open
[Then maybe they could actually discuss what they'd each noticed.] Fine. [Not that Kurogane sounds terribly thrilled about it, but he still pushes himself away from the wall and moves in the general direction of one of the luxuries offered to the Team.]
Open
[The smile remained plastered on his face -- and it was probably going to be obvious that Fay had ulterior motives if he suggested the hot spring. Not for anything awful, of course. But he had pointedly noticed that for three months, he'd kept his arm completely concealed - and there was no denying it was getting under Fay's skin.
Well, that and how calm he was. How unresponsive he was to the teasing. There were a lot of things in addition to the problem they had with Team Rocket and trying to find a way out.]
After all, I'm sure no matter where we go, it'll be pretty crowded. Of course, some good could come of that too~
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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.