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[onehotbabe]

[So here is Ray, sitting on a bed in the Rocket HQ--for those who have seen it, otherwise it looks like just a bedroom--with a crying Cubone. For those also in the base, her door's open because like hell she's going to keep herself locked up while being this confused. But for now, the pokémon. She's bouncing it in her arms, but it really isn't working seeing as this little thing is certainly too confused and upset to quiet down. But of course, Ray can multitask. Seeing as the Cubone's volume is a little too high to be heard, she just holds up a finger and ends the feed.

Not even a moment later, she's back, and while the crying is still there, it's quieter. She's standing, with the Cubone on the bed behind her, her hand gently patting its back as it sobs into her pillow.]

Alright, I'm not sure who gave me a crying dinosaur but how long am I supposed to babysit him? I've actually got plans, so whoever drugged my coffee and brought me here, I'm going to need to take a raincheck.

I actually need to find my husband right now. His name is Charles Beams. He's tall, mussy brown hair, really broad shoulders and he usually never buttons his shirts all the way. [She giggles a little, but soon turns away and frowns a little at the Gear.] Oh, I hope he's alright. I doubt we've been apart for long but... I do need to find him. Well, if anyone does hear from him, please tell him that Ray--[and with this, she points to herself]--is trying to find him.

But in the meantime, does anyone know how to quiet this precious little thing? Who does he belong to?

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[istheindustry]

[Oh, this is an interesting turn of events, isn't it? Reaver does recognize that little layout in the background; he's actually fairly surprised, however, by the demeanor of the person in the video. However, he can't say that he's never seen the kill-them-with-kindness sort; Theresa was fairly infamous, and look how that turned out. Spire full of crazy, Albion full of crazy, the monarchy full of crazy...

...all right, that isn't to say that some of the things people like this could do weren't fun, obviously, but that's really beside the point. Have a video, Ray.]

Well, my dear, I'm afraid that the creature you're looking at is, regrettably, probably yours. This place rather enjoys handing out little bundles of frustration like that, it seems...and as you sound like a new arrival, I'll tell you now that if you woke up with that thing in your possession somehow, as far as this place is concerned it's actually in your possession in every sense of the word. I've raised one of that species myself; either coddle it or beat it into submission, darling, the results are more or less the same.

That is to say, more crying.

[onehotbabe]

Oddly enough, I did wake up with this little one in my possession, but... How could he be mine? He needs his proper mother, doesn't he?

[A proper mother... That's already giving Ray a horrible idea.]

So he cries a lot? You've had one of his type before?