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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[Even that simple explanation is enough to make her smile come back in full force.]

Secret resets are good! Well, except for that not-knowing-me thing, but you know me now, and that's the only really bad thing so far.

Guess so... So! Tell me about yourself, Valarie.

_{[U C WAT HE DID THAR?]}

[wow THAT IS NOT MONKEYFACE YOU BIG JERK!!]

Well, Ronald... [BT] I'm a racer! The best racer Sugar Rush's got, only they never let me prove it.

[Her frown comes back for real, at that.]

They say I'm gunna ruin the game if I race. But thanks to you, I get to show them that they're being the biggest morons in the history of the arcade.

_{[Her frustration actually gets a real live laugh out of him.]}

That so, Veronica? You seem t'know what you're talking about. Why would they think you'd ruin anything? You got a history of roadrage?

_{[No, Ralph, that's you.]}

Yes, Randy, that is so. And I do know it! I can feel it in my code.

[Vanellope places her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. She's having similar thoughts.]

Nah, it's just, uhmn... Some things just kinda screw up when I'm around.

[Like her and the things she was holding. You know, stuff like that. No biggie.]

It's not like I do it on purpose, or anything.

Everybody messes up sometimes...that doesn't sound like a very good reason--hey! My headache's gone!

_{[Thank Nintendo that's over. Ralph stops tensing his shoulders and lets his arms hang at his sides.]}

Welp, this is Outside. There's lots of it...have you ever had a pizza?

[And thank Nintendo for that distraction. She trusts Ralph, sure, but if she can start over as a regular character and not some glitched girl, she'll take that opportunity.]

I've had a gummi pizza? Is it like the same thing?

Not even close. I'll bring back one from work tomorrow. I'd never had one either. There's so much stuff here, y'know? That reminds me...

_{[Ralph pulls his poke'gear out of his pocket and flips it open.]}

Need a crash course in this thing?

Cool.

[He's bringing her food! And showing her new things! Those were friend-type things to do. She's marking today down as a 'win'.]

Uhmn... [She digs into her hoodie's pocket, and pulls out her own 'gear.] Crash course sounds fun. What the heck is it supposed to be, anyway? Some kinda weird controller?

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It's...a lot of things.

_{[He also pulls a small ink pen from his pocket and leans down to show her the different buttons. Gears were NOT made for Ralphs and he lost his stylus ages ago after having to replace the dumb gadget itself three times over.]}

This button records, this one stops, this one is play...up, down, select, ah...I don't actually know what that one does, so don't touch it. On, off. It lets you talk to people all over the place and see what they're up to. It's a little like a phone, a little like a TV...and it keeps track of all your pokemon for you.

[Yeah, he definitely made that thing look tiny. In Vanellope's hands, it was actually kind of huge. She follows along as he points out all the different functions, but leaves her thumb hovering over the unknown button. The rest of what he says pretty much goes in one ear and out the other.]

If you never push it, how d'ya ever know what it does?

[She really wants to push it, Ralph.]

Mine does everything I want it to. If you wanna risk breaking yours, go right ahead. Anyway, you record little movies on this thing and then it's uploaded to the, uh, network. Or you can just type.

_{[He points his 'gear towards Vanellope, lets it focus, and snaps a photo without warning.]}

Or take a picture.

[...Oh. Well, if she was going to cause the data to go all buggy, that would be less fun than, say, causing a bunch of lollipops to appear or changing the background to colored polka dots. Half-reluctantly, Vanellope moves her thumb away.]

Huh.

[She stares back at Ralph's 'gear, trying to figure out what the heck he's doing, then jumps at the click! noise.]

Hey!

[No fair! She goes back to squinting at the screen. When she finds the right thing, she lifts it up, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration as she waits for it to focus. Since she keeps moving it to try and get a better angle, however, it isn't too easy. This is one instance she's not happy with being itty-bitty compared to her friend's hulkish size.]

...Okay, get down here, the sun makes you look like you lost your head in a freak mentos accident.

_{[He laughs again at catching her off guard and obediently leans down. :I He does not want to imagine the kind of accident involving mentos that would result in losing his head. Where did this kid get those kinds of ideas?]}

I think that just about covers it. It's just kind of a day-to-day thing here. No quarter alert. No players.

[Hey man, Sugar Rush was hardcore.

After snapping her own picture, Vanellope smiles down to the screen, apparently happy with the results. It definitely wasn't the kind of thing that would win any awards, but it was her friend's face! And that was enough for her.]

Starting to think I could get used to it here, y'know? Aside from the boring jobs, this game looks pretty top shelf to me.

It's...it's somethin' alright. Let's head back in, I gotta finish moppin' that end of the building.

_{[Ralph puts his 'gear away and heads back toward the fire escape. He can't help but wonder just how many people he's forgotten.]}

[Reluctantly, Vanellope gives the city and surrounding area below one last look before stuffing the 'gear away and hopping along to catch up to Ralph. This time, she slips past him as they step down onto the steps, catching his hand in the process.]

How long's that gunna take you?

[Mental note: avoid running when in that part of the building for now.]

Not too long. I've gotten pretty good at it!

_{[Ralph holds his head a little higher. It was nice to be able to do something besides WRECK stuff.]}

Actually, I'm going to have to go back through and clean up somebody's footprints.

[One would think that somebody would look sheepish, but she's just grinning up to him.

...Even though she thinks he's insane for liking mopping, but oh well.]

My shoes aren't dirty. Well, maybe they are now, but I hear the floors I was running on are kept clean by a gorilla with funny hair.

_{[Ralph takes his turn to roll his eyes. Once they're on street level again, he waits inside the door and looks around for his abandoned mop and bucket. They're gone.]}

Great, somebody picked up my stuff. They'd better not write me up for slacking off or somebody's gettin' tied in a knot.

[As she leans over--like that will let her better scope out the area for the missing supplies--Vanellope stuffs her hands in her pockets instead.]

Can't you just tell 'em you were helping out a new "team bad guy" member? [Her nose scrunches up in a mixture of disgust and confusion.] Who the heck would wanna take that stuff anyway? Even t'just put it away.

...Weirdo like that probably should be tied in knots.

They probably put it away, but I'm the one on the clock.

_{[Ralph makes the motions to push up the sleeves he didn't even have before stalking across the lobby in search for his equipment. He wasn't going to let some bozo take the one thing he could do in this dump away from him. It's not like he regularly threw his stuff down to wander off on a frenzy or anything. Totally.]}

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