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(This is an ORP for everyone at the HQ during the Raid! All Rockets in the HQ are allowed to join.

Memebers on the raid will be joining later when the Raid has concluded! :3 have fun guys!)

Rumors in the Rocket HQ are known to spread rather quickly from person to person. Most of the time the story gets changed a little here and there on its way around base, Turing it into several different versions, some more outlandish than others.

Some already knew of the group that was heading out on a mission, a smaller group of five, and one Elite, why, and where they were going wasn't really disclosed. Exactly Who was on the mission wasn't completely pinpointed either, but a few names had been tossed around.
But Rumor was spreading very quickly, that the team was missing, all beacons from the transport they were taking and the Rocket Dex they had were completely dead.

This could mean a number of things, they all crashed, and died, they got caught, the signals were lost (despite the radars showing that everything was working correctly)
Whatever the case, it was causing a growing buzz around the base, all around the halls groups couple be seen standing with their heads together, talking, and stating their best opinions as to what happened.

Frost was concerned. They had lost contact with the helicopter. They didn't have very many helicopters. He did hope it hadn't crashed. After finishing off his shift, the pale-eyed man made his way to one of the rec rooms in search of anyone who might know more than he did, or who might have an update on the situation. As it turned out there was only one other person in the room he opted to enter; scarred face, and older than he was... Oh, of course, he'd met him that day a crowd of them had gone up to the mountains for a day off.

"Lucas Bristrow," he said with a polite nod, "good afternoon... Nearly good evening. Have you heard anything about the missing helicopter? Oh, I hope you are well." Pleasantries before questions. It seemed like a bit of a waste of time to him, but for whatever reason it was the polite thing to do and so he ought to try to remember to do it.

Well at least the man didn't seem to mind; he had seemed like quite a tolerant sort from what he'd seen of him up on the mountain now he thought about it. "No," Frost shook his head, "nothing since their signals were lost over the mountains. Oh, mmh, I am well enough thank you." Games? Movies? Oh dear. What sort of game did Bristrow mean? "Umm... Backgammon? Chess? Card games, but not things like 'Go Fish' or 'Snap'... I don't really watch many movies, I don't think I really have a favourite one."

The last time he'd seen a movie was... what, coming up on eight years ago? He'd gone to see some big release or other with Dith. The movie theatre had been packed with rude, noisy, sweaty people and the floors and seats had not been very clean. They'd gone for food at a little sushi bar afterwards though and that had been nice; clean and quiet, and he'd been able to watch his food being prepared... Tangent, and getting lost in thought; pay attention to Lucas.

"Oh. Yes. As do I." He'd been caught up in thinking about the helicopter and other technology, almost forgetting about the people. That was not a normal set of priorities. He probably shouldn't have thought about the helicopter for more than a moment. "I get on quite well with Claire," Frost went on after a few moments, "I know Aila and Faleen in passing as well, and find them both agreeable. They are all capable women though; I am sure that if there was a way to survive they found it." If not, well, they had all joined Team Rocket knowing the risks. A unfortunate loss, but hardly the shock of the century.

"I am happy to play something," the pale-eyed man nodded slightly, "a way to pass the time in a communal area where people who have heard something might come... Perhaps poker? I have no actual preference, to be honest I was choosing at random. If you would prefer one of the others I have no objection."

"Very well; poker." Frost nodded and moved a fairly clean looking chair over to the coffee table in front of the sofa. Lucas could sit on the comfortable but questionable sofa, the chair was his... He did hope they heard something about the mission soon, he wasn't even actually sure what it had been about, just that something had clearly gone wrong. "You may deal if you wish," the pale-eyed man said, nodding again, "and am I to presume we are playing merely for entertainment, not for money?" While he was a fairly good poker player, he was not anywhere near good enough to enjoy betting real money on it.

The sound of footsteps and the occasional metallic "clang" drifted down the hall, approaching the occupied room. As the game began, a cheerful Chingling drifted into the room and plopped down on a couch cushion next to Lucas. "Ling!" Ooh! Someone familiar was here!

Her entrance was soon followed by a voice, and shortly after the owner of that voice. "Spook, come on, we're not stopping here- Oh. Hi, guys. Sorry for the interruption." Alba stepped into the room, clad in his red trainee uniform and... bright, yellow rubber gloves. Probably went with the bucket of cleaning supplies he carried with both hands to one side. Bits of his ponytail had started to come loose, and he blew a puff air to the right to get a few strands away from his nose. A Pidgey on his right shoulder ruffled its feathers at the air, and climbed around the back of the trainee's neck to the left shoulder instead.

Alba shuffled a little more to the side to let Hayes pass. "Evening, sir." He glanced down at the bucket. "Actually, I need to get this put away... Spook, come on."

The large bell peeked over the back of the couch at her trainer, but otherwise didn't appear higher than was needed to cling to the top of the back cushion. "Ching."

Alba frowned and made an irritated noise. "Fine," he groaned, shuffling back for the door. "Just stay out of everyone's way until I get back." He wasn't a fan of leaving her alone for any length of time, but he was even less of a fan of arguing and making a scene in front of two grunts, only one of which he knew, and one agent. For whatever reason, at least she seemed to behave herself somewhat better with Lucas around. Alba suspected it had something to do with the time Lucas had his concussion, but the trainee wasn't about to complain. Besides, this gave him an excuse to return and find out what the others knew about the missing team. He'd been trying to overhear any conversation on the topic since the first of the gossip had started to spread, and so far hadn't had much luck.

Spook seemed happy with this arrangement, and turned her gaze to the newest person. "Ling!" she chimed merrily in greeting at Hayes.

He didn't know who these new people were, but Lucas seemed to have some vague idea. "If anyone wants to be dealt into the game I am happy for that to happen," Frost put in softly, "we are playing poker... Oh, my name is Frost." As introductions went it had not been the best, but hopefully more interesting topics would distract attention from his less than smooth greeting.