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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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Thanks. She's pretty cute, so I think it suits her. Not everybody names their Pokémon, but... I think it's kind of fun.