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silph_co2022-04-04 11:17 pm
vidrio_de_oscuro) wrote in silph_co2022-04-04 11:17 pm
Arrival [Log + Video]
Who: Dr. Flug and Any Rocket
Where: Goldenrod Base
When: April 5th
Summary: Flug seems to be taking this surprisingly well. He does have some critiques, though.
[LOG]
[Flug really wished he'd get some kind of heads up for transfers like this. On the plus side, he hadn't felt a thing! Everything intact, spine in good shape, easy wake up! Up until realizing he was not in his cryobed, and that the closest thing he had to being filled in was, frankly, insulting. Training? Grunt work? Did they think he was some kind of novice???
There's a newbie in the base - mostly identifiable by the large paper bag obscuring his entire head, and the absolute fuss he is making through the base. Mostly noises of frustration, and mumbling his thoughts aloud.]
The lab has to be around here somewhere! Assuming they have one in this -- ayy, where's their security? Missiles, cannons, chimeras? What an absolute joke, Lord Black Hat's going to hear some VERY strong notes when I get back--!
[There's clearly some very strong assumptions going on here. And you know what they say about when you assume...]
[VIDEO]
[The screen turns on to... someone. Definitely a person, with a paper bag over their head, and large goggles, a glow of artificial pupils glaring down anyone that might be watching.]
There seems to be some kind of mistake. [He's settled grumpily into a corner of the Goldenrod Base.] My name is Dr. Kenning Flugslys, Head Scientist of Black Hat Organization. I understand that my arrival might be a little... sudden. Even to myself. [He fidgets slightly, rubbing the back of his neck, bag crinkling.] But! I'm certain I wouldn't have been sent here if it wasnt critical business on behalf of the Gentleman Master Black Hat.
[The camera fumbles sljghtly as he brings his welcoming note into view, shaking it.] As any relevant figures must know, I'm immensely overqualified for this kind of work, and clearly some sort of miscommunication must have happened! I can assure you, I'll be of much better use on your bigger projects!
[Flug seems to have overestimated his place here. Someone should... probably let him down gently.]
Where: Goldenrod Base
When: April 5th
Summary: Flug seems to be taking this surprisingly well. He does have some critiques, though.
[LOG]
[Flug really wished he'd get some kind of heads up for transfers like this. On the plus side, he hadn't felt a thing! Everything intact, spine in good shape, easy wake up! Up until realizing he was not in his cryobed, and that the closest thing he had to being filled in was, frankly, insulting. Training? Grunt work? Did they think he was some kind of novice???
There's a newbie in the base - mostly identifiable by the large paper bag obscuring his entire head, and the absolute fuss he is making through the base. Mostly noises of frustration, and mumbling his thoughts aloud.]
The lab has to be around here somewhere! Assuming they have one in this -- ayy, where's their security? Missiles, cannons, chimeras? What an absolute joke, Lord Black Hat's going to hear some VERY strong notes when I get back--!
[There's clearly some very strong assumptions going on here. And you know what they say about when you assume...]
[VIDEO]
[The screen turns on to... someone. Definitely a person, with a paper bag over their head, and large goggles, a glow of artificial pupils glaring down anyone that might be watching.]
There seems to be some kind of mistake. [He's settled grumpily into a corner of the Goldenrod Base.] My name is Dr. Kenning Flugslys, Head Scientist of Black Hat Organization. I understand that my arrival might be a little... sudden. Even to myself. [He fidgets slightly, rubbing the back of his neck, bag crinkling.] But! I'm certain I wouldn't have been sent here if it wasnt critical business on behalf of the Gentleman Master Black Hat.
[The camera fumbles sljghtly as he brings his welcoming note into view, shaking it.] As any relevant figures must know, I'm immensely overqualified for this kind of work, and clearly some sort of miscommunication must have happened! I can assure you, I'll be of much better use on your bigger projects!
[Flug seems to have overestimated his place here. Someone should... probably let him down gently.]
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Um... They don't really care who you were back home. Sorry. What's the paper bag for...?
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They... well maybe not for you! But arriving here as strangely and suddenly as I have, I was obviously sent here by my boss! [He struggles to think on that, before giving a reluctant addendum.] ... I. I'm not allowed to take the bag off. Which, point number two, I don't know how they expect me to wear this new mask! [He hammers in the point with flaililing hand motions.] ... who even are you?
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... Though the bag thing is weird. Like, right now, he can't tell if this guy came from a criminal organization or from a cult. For now, though, they're both in Team Rocket, so...]
My name's Doppio. I've been here for, um... a bit over a year now, I think.
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Dr. Kenning Flugslys. I-I'm sure if Jefecito was here, you would have already known. Besides, work like this is very far below him. At least...
[He mumbles mostly to himself, counting on his fingers.] ... what hats would these be? Caps? That's at least two levels below mine, if I'm remembering the hierarchy off the top of my head... [He comes back to the conversation slowly, staring blankly just off-camera.]
... did you say a year???
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... Then the guy starts talking about hats and yeah, no, he's thrown off again. Is that some sort of slang in whatever organization this guy came from? Is it an actual, honest-to-goodness ranking system, and if so, does that increase the likelihood he's from a cult?? Doppio doesn't know a lot about cults...
At least the question is a straightforward one to answer.]
Yup. Some people have been here for way longer than that, though, like eight or nine years.
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[Oh no. Hes not looking so good anymore. His bag crinkles a little more, hand coming to worry at the top of it, as if yanking at the hair underneath.]
Do you know how much unapproved vacation time that is?? I'll have to open the time travel research back up, Master Black Hat's going to want me to work 48 hour days to make up for all of that, at least!
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[He takes on a more concerned tone when he realises just how poorly the doctor is reacting to this.]
D-Don't worry about that! I get it, believe me, but the people who have been here for that long say time's stopped back home while we're here.
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Ayyy... I'll. Hope thats true. [Not that hoping has helped much in the past. But he'd rather not fall completely apart in front of this stranger, whatever good that endeavor was. A high, squeaking sound comes from him while he tries to change the subject, before settling finally on something.]
... where's the closest store? I'm. Going to need to stock up on bags.
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[That said, he's just noticed there's something that hasn't come up in this conversation at all...]
What about your Pokémon? You know, the guys in the balls?
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... I. Haven't looked much into them. [He does fish them out of his pockets, still winding down slightly. If he's here long term, they're probably right - he should be checking out all of these things he's been given.] I take these are some form of... extradimensional storage? I have to admit, it's a novel way to carry around creatures. I'll have to consider implementing it back home.
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[He still likes to take them all out once in a while, though. You know, for enrichment.]
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[He thinks on that - before letting out both his Munna and Salandit.]
... hm. Being as important as they sound, I expected them to be a little bigger...
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[Just then, a Morpeko's head pokes into view with a squeak. It looks... about as airheaded as Doppio does.]
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That's!... a very cute name! [And a very cute little creature. He isn't sure what else to say about the little thing. It definitely seemed very fitting of the other man.] I'll have to think of names for these two...
[He already has some ideas with a handful of Lizard with Attitude...]
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Thanks. She's pretty cute, so I think it suits her. Not everybody names their Pokémon, but... I think it's kind of fun.
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Welcome to Team Rocket, Dr Flugslys. I'm afraid all of us otherworlders are unfortunately sentenced to begin again from the lowest ranks--no matter your qualifications. We've got gods and emperors who've been forced back to being grunts.
But take heart, Doctor. Once the week of Mandatory Training Hell is over, you'll be able to request placement in a research lab and begin the process of climbing the ranks again. And since most science jobs with the team fall into the full-time category, they won't force you to keep up with the bi-weekly quota either.
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... huh. I guess there's something almost funny about that! Being on the same level with Gods. [Maybe not quite the message he was going for, but it seems to have calmed Flug's ego slightly.] I'm glad there's more opportunities past this point. work has never been my particular gift, but a week should be nothing compared to the Academy!
What's the tech situation in these labs? I'd hope they at least have a functioning shrink ray, that feels like a basic requirement for any villain base. [He also seems to be missing his. Which is mildly concerning, considering he only knows one person prone to take his things, but he's not going to stress about consequences he's not there to suffer.]
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But yes, there is plenty of room for promotion. The top two highest ranks of Team Rocket—Admin and Boss—are denied to us, but we can progress as high as Alpha rank otherwise.
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... any chance I could get your name? For when we run into each other again. If you don't mind my bending your ear, either, I'd appreciate some more details. Particularly about these... partners? [He digs in his pockets for the pokeballs - he hasn't investigated them too much yet, too incensed by his assumed 'mix-up'.]
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As for the partners, well, we get two to start with as Rockets. Which did you end up with?
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... excellent question I have...
[The small flash give him a little bit of a jump, before he's looking directly at a Munna - to which he directs the camera at it. It stares up at him, tilting with a slight wariness, checking out the new not-face in front of it.]
... this. Not particularly what I was expecting...
[He sends out the other one - only to yelp on his end of the camera, dropping it for a moment. Once he fumbles back into view, semi-flustered, he has a Salandit clinging to him, gesturing to it bitterly.]
And this.
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[That's a whole lot of information at once, and all of it is of interest to Flug. The process he just described sounds like a much faster pace than 'evolution', he's definitely going to have to read more about that later. But more importantly:]
Munna can do what???
[That couldn't be true, right? Because if it was, that would be incredibly good news for Flug. He sits down next to the Munna, watching it off camera.]
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[He's pulling the Munna back onto screen with him - it's definitely still a little wary, but does allow it, the Salandit creeping back to make room.]
I have to admit, I was a little worried! I take it you don't have cryobeds here, so I wasn't counting on getting too much sleep! I'll have to think of a name for my little friend, here.
What is it you have, then? [He's suddenly very excited to see more of these things.]
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Are cryobeds a normal thing in your world? They aren't in mine.
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[He's definitely rummaging for something to write all of this down, pausing to puff up for a moment instead.]
Ah! Not exactly. But the one I've constructed works very well. I've invented plenty of incredible things, you know! I'd demonstrate for you if I could, but...