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Post by birdy51 on Oct 28, 2016 3:33:55 GMT
"This line of thought pleases me!" Declares Hugh, he double dips back down into the curd with his bread and swallows the remainders whole before turning to Jacob with a tainted smile. Ulrich's backtalk had largely gone forgotten the moment he started being complimented again.
"I am ahlready magnifichent. Becoming more maghnificent is my destiny!" He states. Swallowing his food, he turns to Jacob with a smile. "Therefore, I accept your aid in this endeavor."
Then, for the mercy of everyone at the table, he takes his glass of water and drains it before rising up from the table. "Where would you like the plates Professor?" He asks. It's evident he's not leaving yet, but after eating more than his fair portion, he did feel obliged to clean up a bit.
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Post by Robot on Oct 29, 2016 12:06:40 GMT
Delilah's expression had been one that pleaded for civility, sitting up a little straighter with a furrowing of her brow, mouth drawn into a thin pressed line. Strong personalities did this, really it was inevitable. Both Ulrich and Hugh thought quite highly of themselves, and while each served their purpose in her eyes she still couldn't bring herself to look directly at the security officer for fear of retching slightly and losing face.
Then Jacob's question came, which was an unusual request but not one entirely unexpected or without precedent. Her full attention moved to him, with Rosebud looking between the two as the light strokes of his ears suddenly abated. "I... yes Jacob, that would be fine. Hugh, if you would like to attend the dishes there is a trolley in the corner, and the compound kitchen is just to one side of the communal mess. I suppose we can call our meeting adjourned, for now try to best express to your partners what they will face on the morrow. We will reconvene at 0700 to assemble for transport to the parade grounds along the main thoroughfare leading to Gol's Summit Building."
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Post by DataNinja on Oct 29, 2016 19:26:44 GMT
"So... I suppose that means we can go?" Evan asks, not really waiting for an answer. He'd just be glad to get some alone time. Well, more-or-less-alone time. Minding Rosewood's request, he takes Three, and finds an empty place with lights that he can dim. Having been inside of the snake, he knew that bright light was a pain for it. Of course, it could see perfectly well in the dark, but he couldn't so they would have to compromise.
Setting the light at a comfortable level, instead of doing any talking, he reaches into his coat pockets for some shiny bits and bobs that he'd collected, and lobs them in the air, letting the light glint enticingly off them, for the - surprisingly agile - Dunsparce to collect. The thing didn't let a single one of them hit the ground before using it to build a 'nest' against the far wall.
After little bit of this pastime, after he runs out of his non-monetary shiny things, Evan stays quiet for awhile, just looking at the Dunsparce with it's new small hoard of shinies. This is partially because he really doesn't know what to say, partially because it feels weird to him having a one sided conversation that he doesn't even know if the other side understands, and partially because he was just enjoying the feeling of nobody talking. It was a rare enough occurrence with the whitecoats around.
Enjoying the silence for awhile, Evan finally breaks it, addressing the snake at the far end of the room. "So, uh, yeah. Well, this is still weird. Would be so much better if I know if you were able to understand me, maybe talk back. I feel like one of the whitecoats right now, just talking and talking, without the ability to really hear anything a non-scientist has to say. But, so... well, tomorrow, there's going to be a whole parade type-thing. I don't really know a whole lot about it. Rosewood probably mentioned something more about it in the middle of one of her speeches. But, anyways.. there's going to be a lot of people. Bright lights. Loud noises. Scientists. So, basically, it'll be torture. I'm gong to try and make sure you get something shiny, though, to keep you company. And if all goes well, and you don't try and dart off, I'll find something for your nest." He sighs, "Look, ... don't know if you're understanding this. Would be great if I could figure this out, but anyways... I hope that you understand. As long as you stay with the scientists, nothing should come to hurt you. The crowd... I don't know what they'll do. And, well, if the whiteshirts cause trouble... truth be told, I'd put you above them, a good majority of the time. You haven't ruined any lives, or constantly talk down to people. So, y'know, you're already ahead." He shrugs, lapsing back into silence, and just repeatedly flipping one of the coins from his pocket. He'd already hit his half-conversations-to-winged-snakes quota for the day.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Oct 31, 2016 14:19:04 GMT
Since Ulrich hadn't been tasked with anything mundane like cleanup, and had nothing presently to discuss with his cohorts (in part because Jacob had somehow pacified their giant... Rather handily, in fact. It might be worth inquiring as to the junior Researcher's technique, in case- anyways! He and his partner did have one task, and that was preparing Ulrich the Second for the last trial before Planetfall. Doubtless, the idea was somewhat exciting to both of them...
Bidding the Yamask to come with him, betraying only a slight frown at leaving behind his wall of dishes, they departed in search of a more quaint room; perhaps one of the supply storehouses were available... A custodial closet would be even nicer for them- the Yamask, but explaining the intricate nuances of an alien mind would no doubt be too much for any cleaning staff that happened upon them. And who knew what those simpletons would think? Not that it mattered, of course. Who cared what they thought?
Now with a space more to their liking, Ulrich could get to the heart of the matter. Granted, he was going to be operating Ulrich the Second, and even if he hadn't been, of all the specimens, only Rosebud may have been less of a direct threat. Still, communication was important, and if it helped ensure smooth integration and the success of this Project, this was well worth it. After a moment of contemplation, Ulrich finally says, "Alright... Tomorrow will be a trifling affair for you, but Rosewood and I agree that letting you know what to expect is the safest course of action. In less than a day, Jacob and the Professor are going to show all of you off to the public, to capture their interest and support. That doesn't matter for you, I imagine, but what comes next will: If this proceeds... ideally, the Board has approved us returning you to your home. Yes, you will be free of this spacious tomb of metal and ozone, if the others cooperate. Mmm, and if need be, perhaps you can help the more volatile ones do so."
A period of silence passed, where Ulrich wasn't sure what else needed to be said. He'd provided the incentive, outlined what was going to happen, and his Second was surely intelligent enough to understand the logical consequences of any specimen acting out. So he concluded with a simple, brusque, "That is all. Tomorrow, you'll be shown off to the loud, obnoxious public, and shortly thereafter you leave Gol I permanently." Their business concluded, it was probably best that Ulrich the Second be re-confined to its enclosure... It wouldn't do to have it sneak off, again. Last time had been enough of a headache.
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Post by Mineral on Oct 31, 2016 15:08:35 GMT
Jacob waited for the room to empty as much as he thought it would, seeing everyone besides Hugh go where he assumed was back to their own homes to prepare for the parade. Something he would have to do with Vorp later on, but right now there was a hunch he needed to follow. Standing, he gave Vorp one last pat on the head as he came to the head of the table with Professor Rosewood. Now that they were alone, he had a few things he needed to go over with her, and to ask her about. Even with Hugh in and out, he didn't think he'd interrupt. Plus, it was good to tease her when she was already sitting down and comfortable.
"Delilah. You seemed a little absent today, and I think I know what's wrong. Please, my office is private, can you come and let me give you a quick checkup?". His voice is gentle, a hand on her shoulder rubbing into the muscle connecting the shoulder and neck, where a lot of human stress is kept. "We can talk about it there, keep it between us. But as a doctor I want to make sure the people important to me are healthy as possible as we brave these frontiers.".
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Post by birdy51 on Oct 31, 2016 23:37:17 GMT
Hugh grunts manfully and begins to about his task of sweeping dishes off the table with a manly full armed stroke. Dishes clattered in their hundreds, appealing out to dinnerware gods who were neither listening nor caring. They silly, idolatrous gods. They had no need of dishware prayers. Life would go on. A wry smile glints upon Hugh's face. It is good to clean. Idle hands did Gol no good. Row after row of dish fell into the pan without hesitation, like wheat before the scythe. Hugh didn't know what exactly a scythe was, but he could only imagine that was once a powerful tool for defeating the evil 'wheat'. Therefore, this analogy pleased him.
Gunshow was quick to follow Hugh's lead and stretches out a forceful hand to grab an armful of plates. Hugh says to him softly, "It is good to have an extra hand. Thank you Gunshow."
"Choke." Was Gunshow's simple reply. Hugh nods in understanding. Choke indeed. That is what he would do to little Ulrich if he were to keep prodding him. As soon as he was out of sight of the professor, his hands flexed mightily, crushing a metal plate in his hands into infirmity. Choke indeed.
"Choke!" Says the Gunshow. Not to be outdone, he takes a plate of his own and bends it for Hugh's approval. Hugh smiles. Approval had been granted.
"We will not want to bend all of the plates little Gunshow. That would cause us more trouble than we would like." He says, returning the plate to a rough definition of how it looked before steering the trolley to the mess hall. The lights of the hallway were dimmed for the evening power saving measures, casting shadows upon the walls, the cart, and the two figures making their through the halls.
"Now we must talk. Man to mon." Hugh rumbles above the din of wheels.
"Choke." Sayeth the Gunshow.
"Yes. You understand." Speaks the mighty Beef. "Tommorow is a big day. There shall be an event of great importance. Many people there."
"Most of them, are skinny and weak. Like children. I will never understand why people don't practice general fitness. It is not as if it is hard." Hugh spits. "It is simple thing. You eat. You exercise. You grow strong. It is just that simple. Why can't people just understand that, yes?"
"Choke!" Agrees Gunshow. Hugh nods. Gunshow was a wise Pokémon.
"Yes. But it is my job to protect such skinny people. And I would ask you to do the same."
"Choke?" Queries Gunshow in confusion. Hugh does not respond. Within the moment, the pair arrives at the mess hall. The chairs are all empty now; a veritable ghost town as the ceiling lights glare starkly against the soft glow of the hallway lights. Hugh marches onward towards the kitchen. Gunshow follows.
"I realize that you have not had any occasion to interact with these people. You do not know them." Hugh says plainly, continuing on without speaking a beat. "This is only one part of a much greater world. A tiny microcosm of a greater organism. A tiny vein, pulsing amidst a power-hungry muscle waiting to be flexed. You do not know the rest of the body that is Gol."
"Choke."
"Yes. But I want to know this. Those people; they are not a threat. I am."
The pair crash through the kitchen door, where the lights have all been eliminated. With a flick of a switch, Hugh brings them to life revealing the kitchen. A clean space, immaculate in form with the latest anti-stick surfaces that were nigh immune to collective grime. It gleamed and shimmered, making Hugh regret turning on the light.
"I want you to understand this." Hugh says as he carts the dishes the sink across the room. "I have a reputation. I must keep the crowd calm. I must keep them organized. I must present to them that there is no threat, but champions."
The behemoth of meat plunges the dishes into the wash bay, filling the room with a cacophony of scrapes and bangs.
"Champions! Do you hear me!?" Hugh bellows, casting a plate from the sink and clattering it across the ground. His body heaved with heavy breaths. "Champions. Heroes. Just like those in olden times."
"Choke..." Gunshow replies. But Hugh did not hear him, even as he picks up the plate and slowly reforms it back into a more normal shape for Hugh. The mon strides forward and shoves the plate at Hugh's chest. The big man smiles and puts it away.
"Come. While the curfew is still in effect, I wish to show you something." Hugh whispers. They make their way out of the kitchen, past the shiny prep tables and into the mess hall. Further they march past glowing hallways, silent globes of light watching them pass until they arrived at Hugh's favorite place on the station. Observation Window 7C over looking .
"There." Hugh states, pointing at the planet quietly. "That is my goal. That is our goal."
The planet was shimmering softly tonight, clouds of wind coating The Ark. There shone beneath a sea of green and blue, swirling colors like none of which Hugh had ever known. It called to him like home, or a lost friend. A world that he had never known, but that he had wanted to know for his entire life. A challenge.
"Gunshow... I wish you to understand this." Hugh says softly. "If everything goes well tomorrow... We could be there within the week."
"Choke..." Whispers Gunshow.
"Yes. there." Whispers Hugh with wonder. "My little friend, I need you to help to keep the peace. Although I can do it alone, it would be good to know that I can trust you with helping me to keep the peace. Many hands make light work, and I will need your help to ensure that this endeavor succeeds."
"..." Gunshow replies. Hugh saw it in his face. Sometimes people spoke like that; with their eyes. Gunshow was apprehensive. Perhaps a bit confused. That was ok. Hugh placed a large arm upon Gunshow's shoulder. He was often confused too.
"Just follow my lead and everything will be ok." Says the mighty beef. A confident chuckled escapes his throat. "I will be brave. You too shall be brave. We shall all be brave. Yes?"
"Choke!" Gunshow says with a smile. But Hugh could tell that the Pokémon wasn't quite catching all of it. But that was ok. Hugh turns to close the observation window before leading Gunshow back to his pen.
Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
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Post by Robot on Nov 3, 2016 19:18:47 GMT
Two by two the diners rose and filtered their way from the room, as Hugh had so kindly volunteered for dishes little further thought or regard was given to cleanup. Gol would complete it's orbit and back into the sun in a little under six hours, best to make use of the darkness for proper rest while it could be had.
Ulrich the Second watched Ulrich the First from his enclosure, a smaller tighter pen having been situated in the scientist's quarters. The Pokemon enjoyed it a bit better, and only wished that they did not still insist on the current. It would go visit the thing it had found in the other wing again if it could. The scientist spent the evening reviewing personal journals and attending to small mental exercises to prepare himself for the coming day, before a late respite and an early rise.
Hugh, after a lengthy and bolstering chat with Gunshow was set upon by his fellows on returning to the barracks. There was wrestling, revelry, and a rare treat; beer. They had heard everything that had transpired in the conference room, having camera access and the clearance for such information. 'Professor Muscle' was the title awarded his unofficial doctorate, and the teasing carried till there was a scant two hours left to rest. An enjoyable evening, but a tiring one.
To Evan's surprise, despite it's nest of shiny objects, Subject Three warmed quite nicely to his tone. It was an agreeable one, soft spoken with just the right bit of timbre to it to catch the Dunsparce's sensitive ears. The broad, somewhat heavy creature nestled in against him that evening as he slept. It's hide was slightly warm, soft along the underside, and a bit grainy along the top but not uncomfortably so. The pair hardly fit on the cot together, but Three was remiss to leave the comfort of Evan's bodyheat.
Professor Delilah Rosewood and Professor Jacob King retired to the quiet of his office, accompanied by Vorp and Rosebud. The Pokemon were left in the front room while the pair stepped into a study off to one side to discuss what may come.
The hours ticked by until the mustering time when the sun at last again rose over the compound. The new day of promise dawned upon the world of Pokemon.
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Post by DataNinja on Nov 3, 2016 22:40:02 GMT
Soon after the, er "briefing" that he gave Three, Evan had headed for bed, pretty much collapsing into his cot as soon as the lights were out. It was much to his surprise when the Dunsparce followed him in. It felt weird - and cramped - but he didn't really have the energy to complain.
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In the morning, Evan is at first confused as to the body beside him... but, then he remembers the Dunsparce apparently deciding the cot was a nest. Right. He's happy to find that his headache is gone, though. It remains to be seen how long that will last, though. As he's getting ready, much as he would any other day, he keeps looking over at the Pokémon on his bed... which has now shifted to the very center of the cot. The space that it took up on the bed while he was sleeping notwithstanding, it was... weird to have something in the room with him. Especially one that he didn't know if it could understand him or not. First time that he'd had prolonged company that the didn't mind - not counting Bill, but there wasn't a whole lot of time for that. The whitecoats keep them both busy. It always gives them plenty to complain about, though,
This was different, though. Oh well. Something to reflect on later. Now it was time to go grab some food before the event, and then drag out meeting up with the others for as long as possible. As he makes for the door, checking to see if the Dunsparce was following, he takes the darkened glasses that he'd put by the door to remind him to grab similar things for Three during the event - assuming that they were done being made by now - and puts them on. Who knows? Maybe if people can't make easy eye contact, they won't talk to him... One could always hope.
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Post by birdy51 on Nov 4, 2016 16:05:19 GMT
There arose a great grumbling in the security sector as Hugh wakes up after the two hours allotted for rest. He snarls and groans. Last night's decisions were fun, but regrettable. It was imperative that he was in top form for the day, but as it was it was imperative that he simply got out of bed somehow. Grunting mildly, he rolls out of bed.
His heavy body hit the ground with a resounding *smack* and Hugh curses loudly. If anyone was still sleeping, they certainly wouldn't be now. One push-up later, he forces himself. It doesn't take long before he breaches the restroom and immediately begins prepwork. Last night was a true delight, but it was hell now that he had to clean up. Taking a thick comb, he riddles through his beard and thick hair to cleanse them of any remaining food scraps and dried beer before hitting the showers.
No proper security guard's omni-present musk was ever really effected by a nice shower, but it did tend to mask it on important days such of this where they would be in close proximity with important officials. The only issue that remained were his puffy, sleepy, and slightly bloodshot eyes. They irked him, the lazy bastards. Playing the support role while the rest of his body did the hard work. Cheap little punks.
But it wasn't as if they weren't prepared for this. He fumbled around the room for a pair of sunglasses. Not only did they protect against glare, but they also served to mask any infirmities in one's persona. While Hugh hardly needed anything masked, for he was a massive hunk of a man, he was willing to make exceptions on days such as these when one body part or another is dedicated to being an under-performing dick.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Nov 4, 2016 17:34:52 GMT
With such an emphasis on being in peak form, it probably came as no surprise that Ulrich had a rather structured schedule... or at least, one as structured as possible when your primary occupation revolved around such unknowns as these Pokemon. Fortunately, Ulrich the Second seemed as content with a quiet night as its namesake, and a most restful sleep had been had. Feeling refreshed and possessed of an uncharacteristic alacrity, the human Ulrich first went through his morning ritual of cleanliness and hygiene (consisting of a wash, light exercise, a new outfit... often simply the standard Researcher fare, but still, important! And of course, a complement of lesser things that were each absolutely, undeniably crucial for an esteemed scientist), then led his subject back to the meeting room. It would have been interesting to see if the Yamask remembered the route, or better yet, could navigate using the signs, but today wasn't a day for experimenting... That, and his rather involved morning had taken up enough time that lengthy detours were discouraged.
On the way, he didn't put much thought into the fact that getting dressed up for such a significant event served him no purpose, seeing as he would be attending as a Yamask, but what little he did think led him back to speculating on the giant they were forced to coexist with... He could only pray to some higher power that Jacob had remembered to groom him. And survived, of course... No doubt Hugh possessed lethal potential on par with 'his own' specimen, Gunshow, but the junior Researcher was exceedingly valuable. It would be a shame to lose him from such an impossible task as "taming the raw entity known as Hugh".
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Post by Mineral on Nov 6, 2016 18:43:56 GMT
Jacob had a late night as well, as usual, though it was always a toss up of rather he was doing something naughty or not. Despite him sometimes swearing up and down that he was working on personal projects, the charming often had a perchance for fibbing as well. But he'd still gotten some good rest, in bed for once, and woke up with a grace in his stride. Today was a very important day. Vorp had been trained up for the day, bright flashes, a soundtrack of cheering, and dummies alongside a far wall. They'd drilled it until it was perfect, and he made sure Vorp understood this was the last trial.
After just an hour he was perfectly preened; shaved and styled, showered and shining, and of course dressed to kill. He forsook his researcher coat today, instead opting for a full on suit. Fine dark red material made up the vest, coat, and pants, with a blue tie and white undershirt. Not to mention a square toed formal shoe.
Draping the shopping bag he'd gotten yesterday over his arm, and packing up the last of his specially bought grooming kit, he set off. He was earlier than everyone else, and he was hellbent on fulfilling his promise to Hugh, eventually knocking very loudly on his door. "HUGH! I'm here to help you with the presentation, open up. We don't have a lot of time before we have to go.".
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Post by Robot on Nov 7, 2016 1:03:05 GMT
Delilah's morning consisted of a long hot shower, a cup of strong coffee, and a scientific journal. Having opted for a woman's business attire with a knee length skirt and single breasted vest with undershirt and tie. Black heels accentuated the suit, a shade of dark forest with black piping. She ate little in the mess, and spent the better part of the morning making sure that the security team was on point, and tending to Bill as well as the intern staff.
Just because the compound was going to be without it's head researchers did not mean the day should be an unproductive one for the staff here. The convoy to transition the science team and their Pokemon would be arriving within the hour at the loading garage. The Pokemon would need to be fed and watered, as would their partners before all was said and done. The Carnate Engine couldn't do everything, after all.
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Post by DataNinja on Nov 7, 2016 18:55:08 GMT
Since it was not yet time to meet up, and he can't feasibly drag out breakfast any longer, Evan decides to kill some time some other way. Preferably without many whitecoats around. There would be enough of those later, probably with immensely stoked egos. Or being absolutely crushed. Either way, they'd be (more) insufferable.
With that in mind, he searches around for some cleaning supplies - grabbing some weak chemicals and a cloth - before heading off towards where the Dunsparce had made its nest. Over the next little while, he just sits down, and spends some time polishing the shiny objects, with Three watching and scooping up the newly sparkling ones. The activity is relaxing, and Evan lets his mind wander. Mostly he wonders about the planet below. It really was a mystery. There could be anything down there, and they'd never realize. Maybe there would be a place that he could feel like he belonged. But... probably not. Life was never that easy.
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Post by birdy51 on Nov 8, 2016 13:54:09 GMT
The door to the security dormitory fly open with such resounding force that the air itself was trying to escape out of fear. If not the fear, then certainly the smell, for the Security Dorms were among the most foulest smelling places on the station. But there, just beyond the threshold is the one they call Hugh. Bedecked in a purple bathrobe with a cup of terrible tasting coffee in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, it was evident that he was attempting to multi-task. His teeth were stained with both paste and ground in equal measure.
"Little Jacob." Hugh stated, spitting a bit of toothpaste into his coffee cup and holding the door open for him. "Come in. Don't mind the smell. We have much work to do."
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Post by ThRevanchist on Nov 9, 2016 4:26:11 GMT
Ulrich was in something of an unfortunate state, having insufficient time to do something useful, like fetching his notes on the most volatile specimens... And yet, as he found his seat back in the Meeting room, settling back in as best he could, he observed grumpily how the room seemed much more empty without his cohorts, even the less intellectual ones... actually, going by volume, especially without those other two.
Since there was nothing else of interest in this vast, unpleasant room, Ulrich faced the other occupant, the Yamask. Regarding it with his full attention, when his gaze slipped down slightly... he wondered yet again at that peculiar mask of theirs. He knew from the Engine that it was significant to the Pokemon, but as to why, or how it had come to possess it... Perhaps they would learn about it on the surface? Well, even if that one question went unanswered, doubtless there would be countless others which were! And the only thing standing between them and their goal was this one, critical event... He realized, with a start, that he'd been staring rather intently at (or past) his Other the entire time, no doubt perplexing the creature.
He left his seat and set about briskly pacing around the room, instead. It seemed a marginally better way to pass the time than unnerving Ulrich the Second. Especially if this public event was going to be a prolonged one... Maybe something to ask during the meeting. Of course, then someone would gripe about how it would take too long (whatever arbitrary time that may be), and he had to consider if it was truly worth asking... His verdict was 'probably not'.
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Post by Mineral on Nov 9, 2016 10:55:15 GMT
Jacob had been in the rooms of security personnel before, it was a smell he had actually gotten used to after awhile. There was no end to the trouble the team could get into dealing with pokemon, and he'd treated everything from bites to burns. But as Hugh opens the door, the little Jacob actually steps in ready to take over. The suit is in a plastic drycleaning bag that he rests over the nearest surface it wouldn't make a disturbance. "Yeah, yeah we do. We're going to start right now. Take a seat." he offers, motioning to the nearest place Hugh could sit as he puts his big bag of supplies down and rolls it out. Combs, brushes, bottle upon bottle of product, and a set of shaving razors among other things.
"This might hurt a little bit, but know I don't mean any offence by it, okay?"
With that, he starts the preening process. He's rough with Hugh, pulling hair in places he probably didn't know he had and straightening them. There was a pair of clippers for his nose and ears, the beard was shored up nicely, combed hard out and 'moussed'. Almost doubling it in poofy size without the usual oils it contained. The hair was done, too. And then it came down to the gels. Deoderant was secondary, but he still handed it to Hugh to apply liberally as he pulled the suit out of it's bag.
"This suit isn't a normal suit, by the way. It's the kind the bodyguards of the council wear. Stretchy and moveable. Fashion and function's perfect genetic crossover. I took your sizes from your last Physical. Go and put it on, and we can get going"
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Post by birdy51 on Nov 9, 2016 22:57:20 GMT
Jacob had authority today. It was good to see at least one scientist asserting dominance. Therefore, muscle mountain was dormant throughout the preening process, a stoic face of pure manliness that didn't seem at all phased by the prodding and the poking and the little stings. Afterall, his sinuous arms were like iron, protecting his meek bones and fleshy arteries. They could turn aside a metal blade if they had to.
Hugh frowned. If there only there were more metal blades to turn aside on the station.
The only thing he could never stand was anything psychological or remotely elemental. He hated the cold and the heat both in equal measure, and despised touching plants.
Rosebud especially.
He shudders softly in the chair, eyelids fluttering. Such a meek little face. Such creepy back buds. He had once accidentally touched the bud when cleaning up after her excrements. A shower of pollen was flung into his face and nostrils to the extent that it was days before he could smell properly again.
But the wash down was over quickly. When Hugh finally looks into the mirror, his eyes fill with quiet astonishment. His trimmed beard was so neat and orderly. His hair was falling in neat, but powerful locks around his shoulders that made him somehow potentially look pretty were his face not so damn rippling with wondrous muscles.
It was like falling in love with himself all over again.
"I did not think it possible Jacob, but you have followed through on your promise of making the Beef more handsome. I congratulate you on this rarest of feats." He rumbles. "But there is no rush. Just allow me one moment."
The Beef turns to the suit and appraises it quietly before he disappears to around the corner to put it on. His voice echoes back softly, "You know my friend, you seem quite tense today. You are not nervous, are you?"
A moment later, he returned, looking quite dashing in his suit and fiddling professionally with the wrist cuffs. "Don't be. I shall take care of everything. This shall an unprecedented success."
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Post by Mineral on Nov 11, 2016 3:07:44 GMT
Jacob wasn't very nervous at all, this was his element. He was just focused, a sharp eye on every detail trying not to leave anything out. Usually only Professor Rosewood and Ulrich saw him like this, usually staring at screens upon screens of breakdowns of genetic information. He wasn't JUST a doctor, ladies man, and young genius after all.
"I'm not tense, just zeroed in. Everything has to be perfect. With you and Bill from engineering and maintenance, it's the perfect power base. You can talk about the strength of our cause, how your two arms can carry us from Gol to the Ark. Touch the heart of masculinity and adventure. Bill reaches the every man, the builders and the tinkerers, the ones who are going to physically build our kingdom on The Ark. Then I appeal to the female demographic and back up the science team's part.".
Adjusting his own tasteful red formal wear, Jacob walks up to Hugh and reached up, adjusting his collar and making sure his buttons were perfect. "Speaking of talking down. I have one rule for you. Reassure the crowd without insulting them. These people are our most valuable assets."
Patting Hugh's chest with everything perfect, he looks up at him and gives him a great big smile. Fully confident in him. "This project couldn't have gone ahead without you, Hugh. And we'd be dead in hours on The Ark without your instinct, training, and experience. But this is my battlefield. I hope you'll believe me when I say it's a hard fight.".
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Post by birdy51 on Nov 12, 2016 14:51:55 GMT
"I believe you, but you need not fret so." Hugh said, smacking his lips together with vigorous force. "I am not unused to decorum and pageantry. The Security of Gol is not so uncivilized that we may not be civil in civilized society."
"Therefore, it is our battlefield," He continued, "So that we may both present the Project to the best of our abilities. We will stir the people into action. They will support us upon their thunderous applause by the time we are finished with them."
Hugh smiled softly. Yes. The applause. And then, and THEN they can get down to the business of exploring that planet so far removed from them yet! He checked his chronometer and, oh goodness. With noisy huffs, Hugh grabs his coffee cup into his hand.
"Ah! Come my friend, we must be off. It is nearly first sunrise. The shuttle will be leaving soon if we do not hurry."
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Post by Robot on Nov 14, 2016 15:18:05 GMT
The shuttle and it's accompanying motorcade arrived within the hour. With everyone fed, mentally prepared, and groomed (most importantly for this particular occasion), the humans boarded one vehicle and the Pokemon another entirely. Hugh, looking his finest ever in a tailored, flexible, breathing suit alongside Jacob in his finest. Professor Rosewood had opted for her usual lab coat with a black knee-length skirt, dress vest in a shade of forest, and a tie that went with the outfit. Not the most stunning of the bunch, but she wore her profession well as she was and that was the message she was looking to send on this iconic, important afternoon.
Among their number, only Bill really seemed out of place. Not used to formal events, and having little budget himself on maintenance salary to 'get fancy' as he would later gripe to Evan about, he wore a brown tweed two-piece suit with a vest under layer and a bowtie. It looked itchy and exceptionally warm, moments into the ride the man was a little red in the face, the tinted shuttle window open to let air wash over him. The engine hummed quietly somewhere distant, and a tense quiet settled over the vehicle with it's occupants relaxing as they found suitable. Rosewood loosely crossed her legs, hands folded in her lap. "I trust you've all considered what to say, and the advantages to being convincing?"
For someone of Jacob's social sensibilities this was very clearly directed at Hugh and Bill, neither of which were renowned for their public speaking. In singling out neither, she played very safely in not upsetting the men before the crowning affair.
The inside of the second vehicle was spacious and comfortable, the box truck housed a small terrarium that was closer to the Pokemon's natural habitats then their confinement had otherwise been. A UV/Heat lamp provided temperature control, a mister with humidity. There were high places for perching, food (though still nothing Vorp could stomach), and plenty of nesting material. The sides of the truck appeared hinged in such a way that the box could fold. Gunshow, Ulrich, Evan, Rosebud and Vorp settled this space collectively. The dragon had taken to the highest perch in the place, talons rooting it firmly in place, it's arms settled over it's hips as it surveyed the small enclosure.
"This is nice." Rosebud offered placidly from the edge of the small pool of water where he had situated himself, head settling on one of the faux rocks that made up the pool.
"For a vegetable, perhaps." Vorp snapped agitatedly from his perch with a low growl in his throat, the talons on his feet scraping a hole deeper and deeper into his perch. He had never longed so for the hunt. Never felt so starved. The nettling his human 'partner' did helped with the hunger, but he knew it to be wrong. If the promises made were not followed on soon... The dragon's lip curled a little. There was food he could eat here, all nicely contained in a tight space.
"We are a long way from home, but not for much longer." Gunshow held up a placating hand towards the dragon. "We tried to do things your way friend, now we will try it theirs." The Gabite's pupils tightened, it liked being patronized even less then it liked being hungry. Tension began to build within the parade truck.
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