THIS IS A STICK-UP

[these_balls]

Who: All workers in the Goldenrod Radio Tower, Rocket or otherwise. Also, any people who are touring the tower at the time.
Where: Goldenrod Radio Tower
When: Wednesday evening.
Summary: ROCKETS. ROCKETS EVERYWHERE.
Rating: G-PG13 for violence and possible language
Log:

ooc: Thanks for your patience, guys! Please feel free to make your own threads depending on where your characters are and who they're interacting with! Communicate with your fellow players as much as possible to make sure everything flows okay and nobody's needing to pull crazy time travel shenanigans to get everything done!
Mods will be available to NPC characters by request, so feel free to contact any of us if you need some help!

That's about it! HAVE FUN, GANG.

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[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

[thread for love4monochrome and boldandresolute]

Otacon had a bad habit of missing even the most obvious things. Today, however, he had to admit something felt Not Quite Right. Off in a way bad enough to require capital letters, even.

He hoped he was wrong--if Johto was about to glitch again, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Or what Johto would do, for that matter. For the moment, all he could do was try as hard as he could to dismiss the feeling as paranoia. The engineer focused as best he could on the computer screen in front of him, trying to push the sudden thoughts of dread away.

...It wasn't working particularly well.

[love4monochrome.livejournal.com]

Droog had definitely used his facade as a secretary to his utmost advantage. This job that was given to him, this mission... It really was fitting for Droog's capabilities, but it also seemed a bit lacking. A bit too easy. He was used to time manipulating mobsters, and here he was infiltrating some radio tower and the biggest threat he had was maybe some overdone colorful animals that's very color variation upset the sax man.

He had his own animal to take care of those though. Which would be the only time he'd rely on him. Other than that, having some animal do his dirty work was definitely not his style. Never was and never would be. He definitely was a fan of getting his own hands dirty, in a metaphorical sense. He was never a man much for mess, so he'd do the dirty work in the most cleanly way possible.

Though he wasn't against blood spill, not in the slightest.

He was making his way to where the financial area of the building was, passing the computer technicians on the way when he realized something. It wasn't going to be some stroll in the park, he was going to need someone to access everything. Someone who probably knew the computer systems and mechanics of this place like it was their own personal information.

That was when he saw him.

He really just looks like an ordinary person, nothing anymore special than any other computer tech that worked here, but he was the one Droog settled on.

Sauntering over to the brown haired computer nerd, he gave him half a glance.

"Hey. I need some help wit' somethin', mind givin' me a hand?"

He had to play it subtle, he couldn't make much of a ruckus, not yet anyway. If he made a scene, this could get bad. Real bad and Droog was not about to fail such a simple task.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"Hm?" Otacon glanced up, giving the newcomer a friendly smile. He was just being paranoid. Surely it was nothing, right?

"Y-yeah, of course. What're you looking for?" Either way, his own nerves weren't an excuse to not be friendly.

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[Today was the day. Kasanoda felt so uneasy, as if he could throw up all the meals from the past three days. He stands near the entrance, uneasy, awaiting orders from his superiors... and looking for the right heroes to help.]

[redderbyrules.livejournal.com]

[Capture the Director?

Very well. She calmly finishes her secretarial duties for the day, and then begins heading up the stairs. She nods to those she knows are in the Rockets - as a signal either to keep going, or to come with her. Get the Cobra Commander, then get the Director.]

[serpensrex.livejournal.com]

[Cobra Commander excused himself from the call desk, and made his way to the upper floor, discarding his work disguise into a nearby trash can. It was time to meet with his fellow Private and begin the takeover of the Tower.]

Victory will be ours.

[Then again how hard could this be? It's just one building.]

[redderbyrules.livejournal.com]

[Must resist urge to roll her eyes.]

We need to collect some lower level grunts.

[oxidegreen.livejournal.com]

[Marona stood by the entrance, her posture stiff as she watched the doors. Not far away, a number of normal janitors had been knocked out and tied up, first with their arms bound by their sides, and then to one another just to be sure. They were, however, unharmed otherwise.]

[wontdieifkilled.livejournal.com]

[Shirou was worried. First, the PokéGear stopped working, so he couldn't talk to anyone outside. Then, things started getting weird. Now? He sees the janitors.]

Huh--what? What's going on here?!

Tourist shenanigans go here! o/ Feel free to mingle etc.

[reveiller]

[Your friendly neighbourhood tour guide Fuji will be guiding you guys this time around. It's halfway through the tour and he's just given you all a very cheerful three minute run-down of a old man's stony bust, and is now herding everything through yet another hallway, presumably for more historical trivia that you can all care less about.

Half-way through the hallway, he stops. Clapping twice to get everyone's attention!]

Before we go on, mind if I get a headcount? [dryly] Introducing yourselves might help, too, since I'd like to know how many people we've lost on the exciting way here.

Re: Tourist shenanigans go here! o/ Feel free to mingle etc.

[hintcoinplz.livejournal.com]

[Luke tries peeking around the group of tourists, but as much as he should stay put and follow the tour guide, he's itching to go check out the rest of the building.

He may be attempting to slip off to go look at something.]

Barney's Office.

[usedsuitup.livejournal.com]

Barney loved his job. As nonchalant as he was about it over the network, it was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him since he got to Johto bar none. It was the closest thing he had to home, and so he clung onto it. It felt good to be back in an office, doing the stuff he knew how to do.

Although, on this particular day, something felt off. Wrong almost. He'd been noticing it for a while when it seemed like there were a lot more employees than normal. Not sure what to expect, Barney released his pokemon for protection. If there were ninjas in the building, he'd want to be ready.

It didn't occur to him until later that he hadn't done anything particularly shady to warrant a ninja attack...but still.

Barney's Office.

[1-2-jango-zzzz.livejournal.com]

While far from a ninja attack, an ex-pirate attack would just have to do.

"OPEN UP!" Jango ordered at the door as if he could hypnotize it into working as told. "With a 1, 2, Jango!" He slammed his shoulders against the door a couple of times, getting woozy with pain until he remembered he could probably just check the freaking doorknob.

"Ah, hello? Anyone in here?" He ventured inside almost cautiously.

[pluckycharm.livejournal.com]

[ Princess versus Kneesocks at some given point herp ]

[ Kairi, being the one to welcome people into the tower, has been noticing something... odd. Of course, there had been more employees coming in, but with more people hitting Goldenrod, that's not too strange. But today, there's been unusual amounts of people coming in, and she's a little startled to realize that she can't recognize as many as normal.

It looks like there won't be any tourists approaching quite yet after that first glow, so she steps away from her spot, slowly making her way towards the stairs. Maybe the director will know if there's some kind of promotional event or something going on. ]

[redderbyrules.livejournal.com]

[if this is too early, say so and I'll delete!]

[As she heads up the stairs, one of the NPCs will collapse in front of her, knocked out. Kneesocks stands where the NPC once stood, her Beedrill buzzing angrily.]

[chakram-ofwit.livejournal.com]

[Rachel was entirely unimpressed with her line of work here. Tying up the phones. The PHONES!? She was way more useful than that. Man, send her to the heat of battle, not the sidelines, tying up the phones. There was no action and thrill in this. Way to be a total disappointment Team Rocket.

She isn't even trying all that hard, speaking boredly to whatever Grunt or person happens to be on. There are plenty of lines on hold though.]

[joxertheawesome.livejournal.com]

[ INCOMING CALL RACHEL HAHAHA ♥ ]

Hey. So, like... I was wondering... how do Pokéballs work?

note: ITT Niou is Yagyuu. see icon. \o/

[futariniousama.livejournal.com]

[ Niou's seated at the reception desk, all pleasant, professional smiles at the people entering. There are six lines on hold with the phones upstairs for good measure. Really, he'd rather be chatting Rachel up, but not on the air. Besides, Yagyuu doesn't 'chat people up.' One of the many things that makes Niou more awesome than Yagyuu.

So far, the other receptionists haven't gotten suspicious. Regardless, Niou's not worried. If there's one thing Niou and Yagyuu are good at, it's coercive speech.

Feel free to come pester Niou with typical reception-desk questions, Grunt or not. ♥ ]

Jango's Dance Distraction

[1-2-jango-zzzz.livejournal.com]

[Because as the oh-so-useful grunt he is, Jango is outside. Dancing. And informing anyone who thinks there's something suspicious going on inside that no, not at all, they're just working on a new radio song & dance contest and need some space for a bit.]

[drillofjustice.livejournal.com]

*If you happen to be making any kind of suspicious movements as this large, red-headed security guard patrols the halls? You are getting approached immediately.

Hell, even if you aren't and happen to be in an area most people shouldn't be, he'll be approaching right away an asking a simple, direct, question:*

You there! Civilian! What do you think you are doing here?

Tower take over, Slick and Santa

[usedbadpun.livejournal.com]

Slick didn't see why he couldn't work with his own Crew on this, but whatever, he was doing what he got to do best.

Intimidate the crap out of people, and with his knife.

"You." He leaned over one of the NPC's who worked there trying to squirm away but Slick grabbed his collar and made him settle.

"I need the passwords. Start talking."

[cynicizing.livejournal.com]

Not for the first time, Santa wished he hadn't been placed in Team Rocket. He appreciated that the organization actually did something if it was even a step forward in getting out of here—but he couldn't say he reveled in what they did specifically.

... Not that he had any right to talk, he supposed.

"I'm pretty sure they said to use force if necessary," he commented nonchalantly. "He's no use to us if he's too scared to talk, you know?"

Science-y things! Ichijouji Ken, Prime (Tarantulus), Daisuke

[ninth-chosen.livejournal.com]

Shortly after Ken had arrived to Johto less than a month ago, he had found out that his arrival had been different than his best friend and that he was a 'Rocket' and not a 'Trainer'. 'He kept this revelation to himself though, and had kept to himself, leaving his room as minimal as possible.

Now though, as he stood inside the basement of the Goldenrod Radio Tower, awaiting 'orders' from his superiors, he felt uneasy. Toying with the pokéball in his pocket, he slightly slumps against the basements' wall, violet eyes downcast, but a pure look of determination is on his face. He's going to do anything he can to stop this plan.

[itsybitsycrazy.livejournal.com]

Tarantulas - known to his fellow Rockets today as "Prime" - was in a rather delightful mood. Soon, oh so soon, the next to last stage of his plans would be set into place. Naturally, he couldn't help but smile; and what a smile it was! A toothy, almost fanged smile, it was lucky for Ken that the spider hadn't set his sights on the boy, or else he might have had the Predacon's good mood to worry about.

"Are you ready?" 'Prime' finally asked, straightening himself and taking on the "voice" of the person he had become. A member of Team Rocket, yes, but he still had no intentions of being found out just yet. Even if he had been working with that girl he'd kidnapped herself, she would have had no idea it was him right now, thanks to his disguise.

... Well, his smile right now might have been a bit of a giveaway. Oh well~

"For the glory of Team Rocket, we have a mission to accomplish. You're ready now, aren't you?"

[noodlegoggles]

SO, DAISUKE GOT LOST. He knew he shouldn't have wandered off from that tour group! Something inside of him told him that it wasn't a good idea--but, pushing those feelings away, he went off to investigate whatever it was without a second thought. Unfortunately for Daisuke whatever it was he was looking at really wasn't as interesting close up--and before he knew it his group had left! How tragic.

So, in an attempt to re-find his group, he set off in a frantic hurry. This did little to no good though as he probably should have taken a left then taking that right at that one stairwell... He roamed the halls aimlessly before sighing loudly. "Man... I shoulda just stayed with the group! Then I wouldn't be--Ken?!" Daisuke's eyes widened as he saw his friend fidgeting nervously.

"Keeeen!"

[[ooc: uhhhh let's say this is before Tarantulus shows up? 8D;;]]