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[Dimitri immediately knows something is wrong when his eyes flutter open to the sight of the four walls of a cramped Rocket dormitory.
He practically leaps off of the bed he had been on for who knows how long. His eyes dart frantically around the room.]
Wh...What is this?
[Not right is what it is. The last thing he remembers is heading for the laboratory to plan a new method for gaining Layton's memories in order to complete his time machine. There was no way he could have been taken by surprise and knocked out.
But then...what is this?
Finally, he catches sight of the note on the table. After hastily grabbing it, he quickly reads its contents which...aren't much truth be told, and they only raise more questions. In other words, Dimitri is not happy with that awful excuse for an explanation to what the hell is going on.
Without giving the strange devices or uniform a second glance, he makes his leave. He doesn't have time to deal with this. Someone is going to pay for taking him away from his work.]
[Another typical day at the Rocket base is about to get a liiiittle livelier.
Any of the base regulars may notice an unfamiliar man frantically rushing through the halls. Anyone he catches sight of is going to be bombarded with questions.]
You there. Care to explain to me what in the world is going on here?
[It's clear he's trying to keep as calm as possible, but the shakiness in his tone makes it obvious that he's pretty distraught.
He's so confused you guys.]
He practically leaps off of the bed he had been on for who knows how long. His eyes dart frantically around the room.]
Wh...What is this?
[Not right is what it is. The last thing he remembers is heading for the laboratory to plan a new method for gaining Layton's memories in order to complete his time machine. There was no way he could have been taken by surprise and knocked out.
But then...what is this?
Finally, he catches sight of the note on the table. After hastily grabbing it, he quickly reads its contents which...aren't much truth be told, and they only raise more questions. In other words, Dimitri is not happy with that awful excuse for an explanation to what the hell is going on.
Without giving the strange devices or uniform a second glance, he makes his leave. He doesn't have time to deal with this. Someone is going to pay for taking him away from his work.]
[Another typical day at the Rocket base is about to get a liiiittle livelier.
Any of the base regulars may notice an unfamiliar man frantically rushing through the halls. Anyone he catches sight of is going to be bombarded with questions.]
You there. Care to explain to me what in the world is going on here?
[It's clear he's trying to keep as calm as possible, but the shakiness in his tone makes it obvious that he's pretty distraught.
He's so confused you guys.]
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That makes both of us, then - the most I've really gotten is that it's called Johto, it's seen fit to give us some really charming new pets, and apparently wearing a long belt in place of actual clothing is protocol around here. More than a bit ridiculous, if you ask me.
[Yeah, she's...not too pleased with the miniskirt, but it's what she woke up in here. :|
That said, however, despite all the sarcasm, she seems to have gotten past the Judging period of the initial greetings, here.]
Nice to meet you, though. I guess.
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When GLaDOS mentions the clothing, Dimitri finally takes the time to...do exactly what she just did. He gives her a once-over, though his expression doesn't change at all. The poker face is strong with this one.]
Is that really the uniform for this "Team Rocket"? [He didn't think to look at the one sitting in his room.] I must agree; that is hardly practical.
[... Now he feels kind of bad for rushing right into the questions. That was hardly gentlemanly, was it?]
Ah, I apologize for the lack of a proper greeting. I am Dimitri Allen. It is a pleasure to meet you as well, madam. [There's a slight pause.] You were also saying something about...pets?
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That said, now that Gentleman Mode seems to have been activated, she's just kind of blinking, because dear god what is this and why are you talking to her like that.]
"Hardly practical" is probably the most polite way you could have put that. It's also the most honest. You should probably win points for managing that. But really? I wouldn't worry too much about that whole politeness thing, Dimitri Allen - at least, no one really calls me "madam," anyway.
[Really, what does she...do with you.]
As for the pets, I'm guessing you got some along with the rest of your things, like that letter and extremely unhelpful book. Small red-and-white handheld containment devices. They have some sort of creature in them.
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Since I do not know your name, "madam" seemed like an appropriate substitute. What would you prefer me to refer to you as?
[He crosses his arms and thinks back to the objects in his room. Ah yes, he did see something like what GLaDOS described...]
Yes, I did. However I did not take the time to examine them. I am in a bit of a rush to find my way home, you see...
[Which is why the lack of answers he actually wants to hear is slightly aggravating.]
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Well, Dimitri Allen, I think that makes both of us. Come on. There should be some sort of authority figures around here somewhere right? It's probably asking too much for them to be optimistic, but at least between both of us we can probably find some way to make them compromise.
[...She has no idea where she's going, but acting like she's in charge tends to work. If she can continue to yell at people from a potato battery, she can certainly do so while in this bizarre human shell.
...human, huh.]
Call me Caroline, by the way.
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[And on that note, off they go! He doesn't really mind the uncertainty involved since, well, he really has no idea where he's going either. Who knows how large this place really is? Any start is a good start right now.
As they go, he glances down any hallways they may pass, looking for any others they can talk with. It seems to be somewhat empty in this area of the building, however...
He decides to break the silence while they look.]
How much do you suppose they actually will tell us if we find them? I have a feeling they purposely left their welcome letter to us as vague as possible.
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I don't suppose you know any interrogation techniques under all that politeness of yours.
[Her tone is surprisingly not...entirely sarcastic. I mean, she seriously doubts it. But you never know.]
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I do.
[When you masquerade as a mafia boss on the side, you have to play the part.]
Though the odds will not be in our favor. They have more leverage over us. After all, they may very well have been the ones who captured us.
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Don't worry, I'm not optimistic enough to think we'll get anywhere. Gathering information is probably the best we can do for right now, at this point I'll take whatever we can get. Because it's got to be more than we already have.
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I agree. Certainly they would be willing to at least give us more details about where we are. A general location would even be appreciated.