route_1065 | [OPEN TO ROCKETS] Run, run, as fast as you can!

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[OPEN TO ROCKETS] Run, run, as fast as you can!

Who: Vanellope von Schweetz and ANYONE AT THE BASE.
Where: Goldenrod City - Rocket base.
When: May 21st - after the day's newbie training.
Summary: Vanellope's got a real bed. Time to check out the rest of her new digs.
Rating: A for Adorable? I will put something real here if anything comes up.
Log:
[There's a cute little girl running around the Rocket base. ...Why in the world is there a cute little girl running around the Rocket base.

Well, for one: she's bored. Two: nobody's tried to kick her out, yet. And three: how the heck did she get here, this wasn't Diet Cola Mountain at all. It wasn't anywhere in Sugar Rush Speedway, which would be impossible. It's time to find the station gate around here and try to go back through it, even if she wouldn't necessarily mind staying a while, what with having something more comfortable than a candy wrapper to curl up in at night.

Unfortunately, all her zipping around just keeps getting her lost. Even the Zubat following her around doesn't really seem to know where they are.]

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_{[The speedster would eventually come upon a hallway that was SLICKER THAN DEWGONG SNOT because Ralph has juuuust finished mopping it and stands at the far end admiring his work, leaning on his mop. Wasn't half bad if he should say so his--]

[-why was there a random child running around the Rocket base?]

[And did he really want to make it his problem?]

[Not really. But at least he could be a decent human being and warn her.]}

Hey, hey, HEY! Slow it down, squirt! Floor's slippery!

_{[There, now nobody could say he didn't do anything.]}

[Unfortunately, she doesn't really take in the words of that given that she's far too distracted by the voice issuing it. Really, she's more surprised by how she's suddenly sliding down the hall at what she believes to be mach 7 towards Ralph than by Ralph himself.]

There you aaAAAAAAUGH! RALPH, HELP!

[SWEET CINNAMON ROLLS, LET HER CLING TO THAT ARM OF YOURS.]

_{[Ugh, little kids why did--woah, WOAH!]

[Ralph moves his bucket so at least the kid doesn't get a concussion. Concussions were a thing in this world and nobody liked them.]}

[Well, that was rather kind of him considering she's never really done anything to spare him any injury. When she steadies herself, Vanellope looks up with a wide grin like she didn't just cause trouble for the umpteenth time.]

I knew you'd be here somewhere. What are you doing, put that stuff down, we got things to work out!

[Really, don't mind this child trying to drag you off down the hall, I'm sure it's nothing.]

_{[Ralph doesn't budge and instead furrows his brow.]}

Now hold on just a darn minute. You're not supposed to be here, this isn't a place for little kids. And how do you know my name?

[Her eyes stop mid-roll, because exasperated isn't quite the right expression for this. This doesn't seem like the usual banter...]

What the...? Come on, it's me, brainiac. Your coding get scrambled or something?

[She had assumed going into the unfinished level would be a safe hideout, but maybe that was glitch privilege. Getting teleported to an entirely different location had seemed more than a bit odd.]

_{[Almost subconsciously, Ralph reaches up to scratch the back of his head. What if it DID get scrambled? No. No, his coding was oldschool, but it wasn't broken! 30 years of top-quality service!]

[And hold the phone. This shrimp was using gamespeak. So instead of snapping, he turns his head so that he can look at her with one eye at a time.]}

Nnnnnno, my coding is just fine, thanks. Who are you?

[One can almost hear her heart plummeting. But then just like that, her face switches to an angry frown. No way this could be happening.]

I know your sense of humor is the size of a Dippin' Dot, but even you should know this isn't very funny, Ralph. Cut it out or I'm gunna kick you!

_{[....The heck was a dippin dot.]

[It's Ralph's turn to frown right back at her. He makes the mistake of leaning down.]}

I. Don't. Know you, kid. How'd you get in here? This is not a place for kids.

[SHE'S DOING IT. SHE'S KICKING HIM. For belonging to such a tiny girl, the foot packs quite a punch.]

I don't KNOW how I got here, and I'm NOT a kid, I'm VANELLOPE.

AGHHH!

_{[He was not expecting that. And he was not expecting it to hurt so much. Real world bruises! Ow ow! He hobbles back before taking up his mop in self defense.]

[What she said at least explained why she was in here.]}

Just wound up in this weird game, huh? _[Pause.] They didn't make you a Rocket, did they?

[In response, Vanellope picks up the bucket. Luckily, it doesn't look like she's prepared to toss the contents at him.]

Yes. [Still doesn't sound all too happy.] What they 'made' me doesn't matter--how did I get here, Ralph? I can't leave! And what's wrong with you?

_{[Ralph lets his arms fall limp and groans.]}

Uuugh, what's wrong with this place? Little kids aren't supposed to be bad guys... _{[His attention swaps back around again though.]} The way it was explained t'me is that this game we're in is busted. Nobody can leave--not on purpose anyway how do you know my name?

_{[He'd given up on meeting anybody from the same arcade after that awkward turtle conversation with Bowser.]}

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