[London had not expected to wake up where she was. After her graduation from Seven Seas High, she had made good on her word to immediately jetset to Paris. But this was no Tipton Hotel Paris penthouse suite. Even her sleep mask had been missing when she'd awakened. She has every reason to believe that she's been kidnapped. Essentially, she has.
Since London was never one to be seen out and about in her pajamas, especially the hideous ones she found herself in, she doesn't have much of a choice than to put on the bland, boring black and red Rocket uniform and venture from her room to speak to the nearest concierge. No sooner than she leaves her room does she receive some rather loud orders to "get down to training," and it sounds like they mean business. Confused and lost, she follows the current of other Rocket grunts making their way to the training room.
If you should happen to be sitting next to London in the orientation classroom, you'll find that she finds it much more interesting to talk to you in a whispered hush than listen to the executive Rocket officer at the front of the room.]
Is plain black the only color these uniforms come in? I'm more of a sparkles kinda girl.
[She will pause for a response, but if you're trying to pay attention, she won't let that stop her.]
And what's with the big red R? Does everyone's name here start with an R? Do I have to change my name? I don't wanna be Rondon Ripton.
*gasp* Ooh! Do you think I could ask for a T on my shirt instead?
Network (Video)
[If you're getting London's broadcast, you'll see her leaning in close to the camera. She ordinarily prefers talking on the phone, but she had awakened with this weird PokéGear thing instead of her cell. And it doesn't have any of the contacts she had on her old phone. So perhaps a video recording would do the trick?]
Daddy? Moseby? If you're getting this, could you send a private jet? I've been kidnapped and put into another school. And this one has hideous uniforms! Ooh, but they did give me a gold star!
[She pans the camera down to focus on a pretty, shiny creature that's a little too big to be a broach or a hair pin. Some might recognize it as a Staryu. It has no face, but somehow seems to be standing proud and confident.
The camera quickly turns back to London.]
Send the jet. And my bathing suit! I think it's part water gun.
Goldenrod City
[Part of London's training had been to venture out and find unsuspecting victims to steal pokémon from. Sure, she'd done some some pretty awful things, like bribery, manipulation, teasing, bullying, jumpscare pranks, and buying the last of things from under people's noses, thievery was never really her thing. After all, she's too beautiful to not be seen! Where she might ordinarily have given someone a hefty monetary offer for their pokémon, London had come to realize that using her name recognition as a bargaining chip did absolutely nothing here. No one here has ever even heard of the Tipton Suites franchise.
Nevertheless, London is making an attempt at using what she has, which is little other than her charm. After all, who'd take her seriously in this hideous uniform?
She sidles up to someone she's noticed out for a stroll and smiles up at them.]
Hey. You have any pokémon you don't want? I could take 'em off your hands for you.
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[London had not expected to wake up where she was. After her graduation from Seven Seas High, she had made good on her word to immediately jetset to Paris. But this was no Tipton Hotel Paris penthouse suite. Even her sleep mask had been missing when she'd awakened. She has every reason to believe that she's been kidnapped. Essentially, she has.
Since London was never one to be seen out and about in her pajamas, especially the hideous ones she found herself in, she doesn't have much of a choice than to put on the bland, boring black and red Rocket uniform and venture from her room to speak to the nearest concierge. No sooner than she leaves her room does she receive some rather loud orders to "get down to training," and it sounds like they mean business. Confused and lost, she follows the current of other Rocket grunts making their way to the training room.
If you should happen to be sitting next to London in the orientation classroom, you'll find that she finds it much more interesting to talk to you in a whispered hush than listen to the executive Rocket officer at the front of the room.]
Is plain black the only color these uniforms come in? I'm more of a sparkles kinda girl.
[She will pause for a response, but if you're trying to pay attention, she won't let that stop her.]
And what's with the big red R? Does everyone's name here start with an R? Do I have to change my name? I don't wanna be Rondon Ripton.
*gasp* Ooh! Do you think I could ask for a T on my shirt instead?
Network (Video)
[If you're getting London's broadcast, you'll see her leaning in close to the camera. She ordinarily prefers talking on the phone, but she had awakened with this weird PokéGear thing instead of her cell. And it doesn't have any of the contacts she had on her old phone. So perhaps a video recording would do the trick?]
Daddy? Moseby? If you're getting this, could you send a private jet? I've been kidnapped and put into another school. And this one has hideous uniforms! Ooh, but they did give me a gold star!
[She pans the camera down to focus on a pretty, shiny creature that's a little too big to be a broach or a hair pin. Some might recognize it as a Staryu. It has no face, but somehow seems to be standing proud and confident.
The camera quickly turns back to London.]
Send the jet. And my bathing suit! I think it's part water gun.
Goldenrod City
[Part of London's training had been to venture out and find unsuspecting victims to steal pokémon from. Sure, she'd done some some pretty awful things, like bribery, manipulation, teasing, bullying, jumpscare pranks, and buying the last of things from under people's noses, thievery was never really her thing. After all, she's too beautiful to not be seen! Where she might ordinarily have given someone a hefty monetary offer for their pokémon, London had come to realize that using her name recognition as a bargaining chip did absolutely nothing here. No one here has ever even heard of the Tipton Suites franchise.
Nevertheless, London is making an attempt at using what she has, which is little other than her charm. After all, who'd take her seriously in this hideous uniform?
She sidles up to someone she's noticed out for a stroll and smiles up at them.]
Hey. You have any pokémon you don't want? I could take 'em off your hands for you.