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Alphard, yeah Shuppet knew that pokemon, Shuppet’s friend, and Shuppet seemed to like that idea very much,
“get” she said quietly waving the Shuppet with encouragement, the ghost type cooed excitedly,
spiraling up into the tall ceiling and vanishing as he ghosted through the building in search for someone that might help.

Sighing softly when her pokemon was gone, Faleen looked back at the group… someone was breaking the vending machine… oh dear.

Looking back over to the frizzy haired grunt she was standing closest to “have any ideas? Want to battle?” she asked, not sure what else they could do. “I was training before all this started”
Umbreon let off a soft “Breon!” at that statement, not happy that his training had been interrupted.

"'Bar?" No matter where she glanced in all the confusion, Teil couldn't see hide nor hair of her precious Pokemon. Not that she was worried about her, or anything... Never. Rebar was trained well enough to take care of herself. The sounds coming from distant corners of the room still made her wince, particularly a sharp clang from the vending machines. Excellent: they had just proven a valuable principle - angry, bored, or living Rockets destroyed stuff as easy as breathing.

Sighing, Teil shifted herself and wandered over to the Rockets around the machine as well. "You wanna... push it over?" The expression she turned to the Grunt who asked was dubious. "Lucere will have our butts for that..." Even if she wasnt as gung-ho about his sheer bossitude as everyone else, she did believe, at the very least, that he was the one who wrote her checks.

Rebar continued her happy wiggling, pressing her nose against Akemi's hand in enjoyment. "'Veeee~" This was a lovely lady, indeed. Her head whipped around as Rei began to investigate her; she sniffed right back, both ears pricking up and toward the Psychic type. "'evee?" Yes? Could she help this one?

"Well, would you prefer we worry about him making us pay for a new machine out of our combined paychecks, or die of hunger?" To Max, they seemed the only good options. "That or we start eating each other."

Jayanti let out a "Chu...", climbing back to her spot on Max's head. She blinked at the other Rockets, face in a bit of a frown.

Repo was not an errand boy. No sir. But today there was at least something to be gained by moving around the base, and if he was going to do that then he might as well serve as gopher for someone. Walking with an egg was thought to vastly shorten its hatching time, and being pokemonless for so long...It was safe to say he wanted his egg to hatch as fast as possible. He'd taken a short hour in his quarters earlier to fashion a sort of egg carrying harness that he could wear either on his front of his back. Frankly he thought wearing it on his front made him look remarkably like a very thin, very un-pink, very serious Chansey. Of course, he'd only worn it on his back after that.

Thankfully there was plenty of running errands to be done, and he'd found himself quickly occupied carrying deliveries and paperwork hither and yon through the base. Once or twice he thought he'd felt a twinge from the egg on his back, and it forced his stoic look into a brief smile. Exactly as he'd planned. Both of Max's pokemon had seemed healthy, and though their individual temperaments left something to be desired, a healthy blend of them could turn out a quite neutral-mooded pokemon, he figured. Hopefully that would be the case. He found Kunal endearing, but ill-suited for this line of work. And Jay, though a perfect 'criminal' pokemon, was prone to rebelling against her trainer. That wouldn't do either. No, he'd be sure to do all he could to instill a more even temper in the egg before it was even hatched. On the offchance he'd run out of things to carry around, he'd slung his fiddle in its case over his shoulder so it hung just below the egg. Playing music for infants in the womb was supposed to promote brain development, so who was to say it'd not work for his egg?

"Let's have a look now..." He thumbed through the assorted papers he'd been handed. A fair number were fliers to be posted in this room or that about upcoming maintenance or events around the base...Ah, this one was nearby too! Something about a dueling class in one of the training rooms...He glanced up at the numbers by the doors he was passing. Well what did you know! He was just down the hall from it. "Whadda ya say we get tha' one outta th' way first, eh little guy?" He smiled discreetly as the egg twitched in response to his voice. He shuffled the papers around so that the one he needed was on the top of the pile, and without further adieu turned the door's handle and let himself in.

Hm. He glanced quickly at the strange crowd gathered inside. He recognized some, but couldn't say he knew any...what were they all doing here? Maybe the dueling class started tonight? Shrugging mentally he stepped through the door and let it slam shut behind him. He spotted his partner amongst the crowd but paid him little mind as he trotted right over to the room's message board and tacked up the notice.

"Faleen. Hi. I'm Nyx..." Nyx started to follow the blond man, she needed to keep an eye on Newton afterall. If she remembered right, his name was Hayes and he was an agent. At least they had some higher ranking Rocket locked in here with them to keep some order. Although, Nyx chuckled, observing the claustrophobic effects of being locked together in this room would be fascinating.
'name, rank, division...' Nyx snapped out of her science-daze. Oh, they were doing something. Alright.

" Nyx, sir. I'm a new Grunt. Ugh, I hate that title. Sounds primitive and degrading, oh but I suppose it is meant to be, on some scale. Oh. Yes, should stop rambling. I work in the Bio department, uh, mostly the chemical component, some genetics... I don't have a favorite pokemon? I am fond of Newton... Suppose I should say Drifloon, then? I enjoy Dungeons and Dragonites, but Newton likes playing Group Fortress 3."

Newton deflated unhappily as he was detached from Pie-Head, but perked up when his favorite game was mentioned. Did someone bring the fun-box? Newton loved the fun-box!
"Floon!"

Having just stood there as people got frantic over being locked in the room, Nikki just sighed and watched as people tried to come up with ideas to either get out or pass the time.

There was no sense in getting worked up over it, and thus the girl had just sat herself down in a far corner to wait. This was irritating sure, and the blonde looked quite irritable. Yet she just silently hung out with her Pidgeot.