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Who: Tyler Huang and OTA
Where: Goldenrod Rocket Base
When: Early March!
Summary: Baby Rocket. baby
Rating: PG-13, with some casual swearing

Log: It's a fucking blessing that he's already met Steven, and gotten a hand from him with all of the training stuff. Sure it makes things about twice as long as they probably would be otherwise, but at least he actually comprehends all of the pointless mass speeches he's being dunked into. Which, uh. It's not nice but at least he's not going to get punished for really basic, stupid shit.

It does also mean, though, that so far he's making very little attempts to appeal to the good will of the other Rockets. From what Steven's told him, the only ones worth actually caring about are the other ones who got sucked in from other worlds - but since he's only gotten names, not faces, he has no idea who they're supposed to be.

He's easy enough to find in the mess halls - big guys stand out a bit, especially when the Natu sitting on his shoulder hops up onto his head and starts sending random people evil(? it's hard to tell) looks around the room. But usually, whenever he gets a free chance, he'll be back in the training halls, working on hand signals with his Houndour. If he can train it well enough now, then it'll be smart enough to fight in future without needing to glance back at him every few seconds.

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Ever since Connie committed to being Jack's henchman Rocket (whatever that entails), she's been making a point to introduce herself to newbies just in case they were another mildly intelligent import that she could forge an alliance with.

(Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Connie's just a bit worried about how cutthroat she's becoming.)

So she stops next to Tyler's table and gestures towards the seat next to him, saying, "Hey, mind if I take a seat?"

He doesn't look up at her voice, though Isis does, the Natu watching her curiously; the gesture in the corner of his vision is what catches Tyler's attention and makes him look up, quickly tracking the situation.

He doesn't say anything, but he does scoot his chair aside slightly so there's space for Connie to sit next to him, and Isis hops from his shoulder onto the table, staring at Connie the whole while.

Connie sits down and begins piling into her food with unusual ferocity—she'd been training with Caledfwlch and Caliburn (as well as their other halves, Caladbolg and Carnwennan) for hours beforehand, and she needed to take a break.

"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking? I'm Connie, one of the imports."

He has to stare for a moment as she talks. This girl seems way too young to be a rocket, she barely looks any older than, what, fifteen? Fuck, she's younger than his sister.

And-- oh, she hasn't actually stopped talking. Iris starts staring at her from Tyler's shoulder, as he turns to look down at his Pokegear and type up a message: very quickly, so he can show it to the girl.

I'm not ignoring you, I'm deaf. I have no idea what you were saying to me just now.

I'm Tyler. I arrived like two days ago.

Edited 2020-03-05 03:38 (UTC)

"Oh!" Connie startles, then blushes. Who would've thought she could turn into such a motormouth (not really but close) when she was trying to butter people up? She opens her mouth to say something, pauses, then types out on her own gear:

I'm so sorry, I didn't realize ^^;

I know a bit of ASL, but not enough to carry a conversation unfortunately.

Anyways, I'm Connie, one of the imports.

Edited 2020-03-06 05:26 (UTC)

Oh that's where he knows her face. He lights up a bit at making the connection.

It's not a disability you can tell by looking, so. But I don't actually know much ASL, only bits and pieces. I use Taiwan and Australian sign language.

Nice to meet you, Connie. I saw your costume make-up video from a couple of weeks ago. I've worked with stage productions before, it looked really good.

Connie's eyes likewise begin sparkling at the compliment, and she begins hammering out a response with record speed.

Thanks! I'm glad you like it, it takes a lot of work to get in and out of. But it's worth it; I mean, it's a lot more effective than a domino mask, and it looks cool as hell.

Do you have any tips?

God she's cute. Adopted. Done.

Learn to sew. That sounds facetious but if you can work some velcro straps into what you've got going on, you could make it a straight-up tearaway costume for easy egress.

Is she... is she actually taking notes? Yep, Connie is absolutely taking notes on a little notepad. D'aw.

That's a good point, I'll make sure to start practicing soon! It's a shame Pearl isn't here anymore, she was always so good at handiwork so she could help me learn.

She looks at the Natu, pauses, then taps out,

Is it okay if I scritch your Natu a little bit?

The Natu looks back at her, and down at the 'gear when Connie hands it back over. Tyler looks back at Isis, giving the bird a little scratch; and Isis finally hops off his shoulder and onto the table, so she can sit next to Connie's plate and stare at her expectantly.

Tyler shows her the text: Isis says yes. And then takes it back again so he can continue.

I haven't done any sewing stuff in a while, that was always something my sisters did, or my friends. But I've picked up enough tips from watching them that I should be able to give you a hand if you want it.

Connie begins scritching Isis, smiling at the adorable psychic bird. The orbness. It's entrancing.

I'd really appreciate that! I'm normally out and about in my friend Carly's caravan; I'm just making a brief stop back here to drop off some goods. Could you still do lessons over video?

The roundest of borbs keeps staring at Connie as she pats it, but soon Isis's gaze is unfocusing a bit, and as she sinks into the lovely scritchy fingers they start actually closing. Tyler can't help grinning at the sight a little.

I think I could. It'd probably be easier at a computer or something instead of using these, since I'd be able to type as well, but it'd totally be possible. Maybe he should see if portable keyboards are a thing.