1 ♙ action for the Goldenrod Rocket base

[faketime]

[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.]

Comments

[neurotoxined]

[She glances at him, her expression wry.]

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.]

[faketime]

[For once, he smiles. A little.]

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.

[neurotoxined]

[...well. That will get one of her eyebrows to arch rather sharply; that is a combination of surprisingly useful and...ooh, Mr. Allen, ooh-inducing, honestly, though she's quick to shift back into Business As Usual mode like that totally didn't just happen.]

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.

[faketime]

[Dimitri finds her reaction amusing, so he chuckles softly. He does realize he comes off a lot less threatening than he can be.]

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.