Call Ralph's Poke'Gear!

[rocketralph]

Hi there! Wanna thread but don't have time/want to set up a whole post for it?
Does your character just wanna call and shoot the breeze? LET'S DO IT.
Just use the CALL and MESSAGE threads below!

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[garbagechild]

I came in the door. And okay.

_{[He obediently retracts the irritated rat, who would really rather be in the dumpster outside the kitchen exit right now.]}

What are you doing?

_{[Sleeping. It's called sleeping, Wrath. You do it too. You just forget half the time because you literally keep going until you pass out and then you get up eight hours later like nothing happened.]}

[rocketralph]

Uuuuuh sleeping?

_{[He gestures to the bed. Which is for sleeping in. What kind of game was this kid from?]}

I see you've grabbed yourself a Pokemon...you gonna turn 'em in?

_{[Wrath probably wouldn't get much beyond some slight notoriety for actually catching Stinky Phil...but not much in the way of money.]}

[garbagechild]

... Ohhh! Right!

<sub>[SLEEPING WAS A THING.]

[He shrugs his bony shoulders, looking down at Stinky Phil, who glares back at him sourly, nose twitching.]</sub>

Turn him in?

I guess I could.

But he's fun to squeeze, and he's very squishy.

_{[Wrath he smells like rotten eggs and has a permanent coating of bacon grease on him. YOU SHOULD NOT ENJOY HANDLING THIS ANIMAL.]}

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph is MORE THAN HAPPY to let Wrath keep holding Stinky Phil. He did not want this moment to be the moment the kid decided to learn sharing or whatever.]}

I wouldn't squeeze 'em too hard if I were you.

_{[Not because it would hurt the Rattata, but because he was called Stinky Phil for a reason.]}

How about you put 'em down?

[garbagechild]

Okay.

<sub>[With that, Wrath unhooks his legs from the ceiling lamp (.... god only knows how he got up there to begin with) and twists in the air like a cat, landing with a thump on the end of the bed.]




[And then he lets Stinky Phil go. On the bed.]

[YOU ASKED HIM TO PUT HIM DOWN, RALPH.]</sub>

[rocketralph]

Wait, no, kid, no! Not on the--

_{[Too late! STINKY PHIL HAS ARRIVED. With his horrible gross paws and his...POKE'FLEAS or whatever it was he had that was eating away at his coat!]}

Eeyuugh!

_{[Ralph throws the covers over him and bundles him up in them before hopping out of bed in his team-issued shirt and shorts.]}

That is NOT what I meant! Here! Take him! Do somethin' with him, I don't care, just get'em outta here!

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath looks rather surprised at the inevitable result of releasing a wild animal on someone's bed, so as Ralph captures Stinky Phil in the blanket, he just sort of sits there and watches with a gently baffled expression.]}

--You said to put him down, so I put him down.

_{[But he does reach out to take the thrashing blanket bundle.]}

Where should I put him? Back in the trash where I found him?

_{[Yes, Wrath apparently goes and roots around in the garbage at 3 AM.]}

[rocketralph]

Not on the bed! He's disgusting! Covered in germs! He's been in the garbage!

_{[So have you, Ralph, but who's counting?]}

Either let 'em go, catch him yourself, or turn him in at the quota office.

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath slides off the bed, holding the bundle out in front of him and blinks up at Ralph.]}

What's a germ?

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph is so not in the mood to explain bacteria.]}

Forget about it, kid.

_{[He turns and frowns at his bed, then up at the ceiling where Wrath had been dangling.]}

How'd you get up there?

[garbagechild]

_{[Judging by the way the ceiling-light is a little crooked now, that's what he'd been hanging from. HOW he got up to it is more of a mystery, and it's probably not about to be solved by Wrath's answer.]}

I climbed!

_{[... UP the wall, apparently.]}

[rocketralph]

_{[The very corner of the wrecker's mouth twitches. If anyone finds out about that, it could come out of his pay check. Damage to the building was a big deal and he'd already developed a reputaiton for it.]}

I see that.

_{[He turns on a heel and bends down to half scoop half shove Wrath toward the door.]}

Alright, kid, get a move on. Pokemon don't turn themselves in!

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath is easily swept out the door-- the only thing stopping him from fitting right into one of Ralph's shovel-like hands is the fact that they're not quite as big here as they're supposed to be.]}

Okay!

<sub>[And, very agreeably, he trundles off down the hall.]







[Five minutes later, he's back.]</sub>

Um, I forget where it is.

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph has fiiiinaly gotten back into bed when Wrath pops in again. He throws off the covers in frustration and stomps across the room to shove him back out the door.]}

Fine, FINE! Just let me put on some pants!

_{[He slams his door and for a while, Wrath is left alone. But then he is rejoined by Ralph, in uniform, with a tired frown on his face.]}

Alright, let's go. This place is pretty easy to get turned around in, I guess. All the hallways look the same.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[BACK OUT THE DOOR WRATH GOES, completely unfazed by Ralph's shouting and shoving. And there he waits patiently, gently swinging the bedsheet-bag back and forth, until his team-mate emerges with pants.]

[Whereupon he perks up like a puppy that's been waiting for its owner to get home.]</sub>

Yeah!

I thought I found it but it turned out it was a closet.

There was a stick with lots of strings hanging from it but not much else. So I figured that probably wasn't the right place.

[rocketralph]

<sub>[AND AWAY THEY GO. Ralph tromps along behind Wrath like a grouchy wall that didn't get very much sleep. The doors pass along either side of them and the lights overhead hum and flicker. There is an elevator.]

[No, Wrath, you cannot push the button.]</sub>

Whacha gotta remember is the lady at the drop-off booth has really bad allergies so she's always sniffling and coughing. You can hear her from a hall away.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[HE MAY HAVE REACHED FOR THE BUTTONS.]

[Key word being 'reached'. Ralph is too big to resist being shoo'd along by.]</sub>

Oh, she sniffs and coughs?

What are allergies?

Is she dying?

_{[HE KNOWS THAT SNIFFING AND COUGHING IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HUMANS GET SICK, AND WHEN HUMANS GET SICK, THEY DIE.]}

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph's brows meet in a troubled frown. Sheesh, this kid is morbid.]}

No, it just means certain things in the air make her sick because how she's progr--I mean born. Not everybody has allergies.

_{[THIS ELEVATOR RIDE COULD NOT BE OVER SOON ENOUGH.]}

[garbagechild]

_{[This is only the tip of the iceberg, Ralph.]}

Oh.

So if you don't have allergies, you don't get sick?

How do you find out if you have allergies or not?

[rocketralph]

You can still get sick if you don't have allergies...you just get sick from the usual things. Like germs.

_{[WOW a question a minute. Ralph shifts his weight and watches the numbers above the door slowly change.]}

I don't know, kid.

[garbagechild]

What are germs?

_{[AAAAND we're back to square one.]}

[rocketralph]

_{[...U NO WAT, KID?]}

Germs are horrible invisible bugs that make you sick and they're everywhere! Especially on dirty things!

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Well that cuts Wrath off IMMEDIATELY.]

[He doesn't say anything, just STARES UP AT RALPH with perfectly-circular eyes.]</sub>

[rocketralph]

<sub>[Ralph soaks in that GLORIOUS silence and stares ahead as the elevator continues to clunk and churn.]

[Ding!]

[The doors creak open and Ralph steps out.]</sub>

Hear her?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Wrath pads out behind him, still wide-eyed and silent.]

[He only nods.]

[YEAH HE HEARS HER. <8I]</sub>