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Second.
ENCOUNTER 2. Saturday evening arrives, and with it the time to follow through on that invitation. Upon entering the resort area, the group will be greeted - inasmuch as the emotionless can properly greet anyone - by staff that evidently works there. They don't appear to be affiliated with Team Galactic, at least not outwardly; they're all dressed similarly, but not in Galactic uniforms, and their hair is down and noticeably not covered in identical wigs. They seem to have retained some aspect of individuality, in other words, as opposed to being absorbed into what appears to be the Team Galactic hivemind, and while they don't seem genuinely pleased to see the lot of you, they'll smile politely as they usher you in, albeit in an odd, uncanny-valley sort of way that doesn't reach their eyes. A purely mechanical reaction, their bodies smile while they do not. It's probably a little difficult to say whether that's preferable or not to the usual blankness you may be getting accustomed to. However, they seem cordial enough as they escort all of you further into the resort proper, past several bungalows that likely contain a few rooms apiece for people to reside in for the duration of their stay. The walk will take you up a few sets of stairs built into the rock formation the resort is built upon, leading eventually to a restaurant that likely overlooks Lake Valor from the north side of the building - it certainly seems elevated enough, and the positioning is right. The seating area itself seems to have been prepared in advance for your arrival; rather than several separated tables, there's one long arrangement draped in white, with twelve chairs arranged down each side - twenty-four total - and one at the head of the table. That one appears to already be occupied with your host for the evening; the smile Saturn is offering is soft but it isn't nice, disingenuous in a way that's only slightly less unsettling than the mechanical expressions of the staff. "It's good of you to join me." His voice is likewise soft but it isn't nice; just the same, he'll gesture at the rest of the table easily. "Feel free to have a seat, and keep your Pokémon out if it pleases you; this used to be a battling establishment, so the staff is more than accustomed to things like that." Food will be brought out shortly after people are seated; there are no arranged seats, so you're free to sit wherever suits you along the table. It's likely noticeable once things are laid out that either the people here don't hunt or Saturn is aggressively vegan; either way, there's no meat involved and nothing that would insinuate that Pokémon were harmed in any way to obtain what's in front of you, though the food is still decidedly nicer and more substantial than anything you've had for the past week - high-class and freshly-prepared, and not...you know, relying on berries and nonperishable stuff from a department store shelf. "Enjoy yourselves." Saturn's voice is still even, still calm to perhaps infuriating levels regardless of whatever the atmosphere in the room may happen to be, "since I did say that this was intended at least partially to apologize for the incident at the lakefront. And of course, you're welcome to ask whatever you like, seeing as you did have questions and I'm no longer strictly on company time. After all, a peaceful solution to this entire...situation is what we're all striving toward, isn't it?" |
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On the other hand, L-17 - ....Ah. [...vague...gesture...at kayneth...] He was going to be under Commander Mars' jurisdiction.
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[apparently this is my one contribution here but he just thinks? this is funny in a "wow we got kidnapped by some hardcore larpers" kinda way?]
So if you're sort of the R&D division here, what are their roles?
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My designation is no more my given name than yours is, P-43. Either way, Jupiter and Mars are more fond of field work; they're usually the ones actually out overseeing the region. I stay in Veilstone City, for the most part.
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[Michael says, buttering a roll.
The oldest person in your party, friends.]
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[And take Rin's useless contribution.]
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[This is just like Kayneth thinking he should be named Ba'al or something]
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.......I see.
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[AT LEAST IT WASN'T YOU]
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So we were to be split up amongst the three of you...how curious. I suppose you cannot answer for the other two, but what exactly were you seeking out of us...? To those you were to put under your jurisdiction.
[Like. She kind of wants to ask. Jupiter sounds like an interesting sort, if less selective. But considering the fieldwork bit...maybe it wasn't demeanor, but physical aptitude...?]
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I see, then. It's sensible, I suppose.
[There's. A tiny bit restrained behind that tone of hers, so she shifts away from the subject.]
I hope you don't terribly mind my asking, but may I ask who I was assigned under?
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I suppose I'll have to give her my regards, should we ever meet.