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Pit Stop || Ellie & Petrel

The employee looked both incredibly confused and mildly terrified, but mostly they just looked like they were finally fed up with a minimum-wage position and possibly ready to quit. Or at least, that’s what Petrel thought he saw, but then again, this was Petrel, so how could he possibly know? “You heard the lady,” Petrel told them, “cheese curds. Go on. These aren’t props, you know!”

He motions with the gun, and the employee sets off getting everything prepared, grabbing a paper bag to stuff the cheese and tots in. Petrel takes a moment to sweep his gaze back around the few customers there are, and—ahhh, shit one of them has their phone out.

“Er—speaking of, we may not have much time before we need to split.”

"What do you mean by-" Her words had stopped in her tracks when she had also seen that same customer with the phone. "Oh hell no! Not on my watch!" Putting her gun back in her pants, the mechanic marches over to the customer with said phone. It is then that she confiscates said phone and puts it in her bra.

"You don't use your phone, I don't use my gun. Capiche bub?" Unless they wanted some sort of law suit against them, the customer wouldn't dare get their electronic device out of a lady's undergarments. Lets just hope this would buy them time to at least get their food and scram.

#drabble #the inspection of 2016 #rhq inspection

The Inspection of 2016 | Drabble

“Inspection..” The mechanic gave a sigh. “Great..” Why was there a need for her dorm room to be inspected, of all places? She had nothing to hide nor was there anything psychologically wrong with her. Even so, she made sure to go to the laundry mat to make sure her bedding was washed. As well as any clothing that the ginger needed to be washed.

The bed itself was a nice twin size that included a foam mattress. Underneath said bed were her tools whenever the mechanic would need them to fix something around HQ. Next to her bed, was a small four droor horizontal dresser that included the necessities as well as other small items. Her closet was just like any other closet, as it stored her clothes and other miscellaneous belongings.

Lastly, there was her plasma tv, which was placed on a vertical tv stand with four droors. They were both placed across from her bed and dresser and contains some games and consoles from Nintendo.

Pit Stop || Ellie & Petrel

Petrel smiled brightly as the cashier sighed and turned to boot up the milkshake machine. The executive gave Ellie a sidelong glance, a wink, and reached slowly into his jacket, feeling the cold grip of the gun tucked away—and pulled it the instant the employee turned back around with their milkshakes.

“On second thought,” Petrel said, “we’ll take the machines, too.”

“What do you think, Ells? Maybe we should have him load us up, eh?” With his free hand, he plucked up Ellie’s milkshake and passed it to her, before grabbing his own and taking a long sip. “Oh. And the register, too. And some tater tots, I’ve got the munchies. You think we need anything else?”

As soon as he gave the signal, Ellie whipped out her own gun from her pants. She knew that it was about time to get down to business. On another note, the executive called her Ells. Ells huh? Well that was different. To be fair though, the ginger had called him Petey first.

"Hm...decisions...decisions." The grunt took a sip of her shake as she scanned the diner's menu for anything else that she'd want. They were on their way to getting milkshake machines, a register, and apparently tater tots. "We are on the go so...cheese curds. Large size."

"Oh and don't worry about your precious milkshake machines, they'll be in good hands."

#musings #I'll do the inspection event at some point

"Inspection? Why would someone like Team Rocket care about room inspection. Its not like I have anything to hide."

“Quite honestly, I’d rather have to stay indoors from some evil robotic Santa then to spend one week plus Christmas with my parents.”

#musings #in other words #she had an awful christmas #because she had to spend it with her parents

"Egg nog, why does something like that even exist?"

#musings #ellie thinks it has a disgusting taste

Pit Stop || Ellie & Petrel

Petrel let out a laugh and offered Ellie his most charming smile, and gave her a mock-bow as he reached to hold the door open for her. “Cool it is,” he agreed, “we order, the instant they turn their backs—no, second thought, let’s wait to get the shakes first—and then, we indoctrinate you in the finer points of being a Rocket.”

“After you, m’lady.” After waiting for Ellie to pass inside, he followed her in, letting the door swing shut behind them. A quick glance around—not too many people around this time of day, it seemed, but then again, it was kind of out in the middle of nowhere. Either way, he stepped right up to the counter and smiled brightly at the cashier. “Anything the lady wants,” he told them, “and also the biggest fuckin’ chocolate malt possible for me.”

"Why thank you Petey!" The mechanic nodded as she entered the diner. It was best that they ordered their shakes first so that no one would even see their milkshake heist coming. To the employee's and the other customers, Ellie and Petrel were a duo who wanted to try the diner's finest milkshakes.

"Hm, now that you mention chocolate, I think I'll have your biggest chocolate chip cookie dough milkshake." The ginger also gave her brightest smile, as she couldn't wait to pull off stealing the milkshake machines. She bet that the other Rocket's would get a big kick out of it. Sure the grunt didn't know much about food, but the young adult figured that would come later once the machines were actually stolen.

"While I normally don't care for those pay as you play kind of games, I kind of like the concept of Nintendo Badge Arcade."

Pit Stop || Ellie & Petrel

Petrel’s grin, if possible, broadened as he watched Ellie give into his peer pressure and grab one of the guns, and he fist pumped excitedly into the air before grabbing whichever one his hand first came into contact with. “Extra ammo is under the seat,” he said as he reached back to scavenge for just that, and after grabbing a couple mags, unlocked his door and popped out of the car, tucking the gun out of sight beneath his suit jacket.

He waited as patiently as he could for Ellie to get out of the car before marching over to stop just outside the window near the door, peering in and scanning the diner. Not too many people—just enough for them to manage. But there were no other escape routes up front that he could see besides the single entrance. Wellp, here was hoping to not have cops called on them two minutes after they stepped foot inside.

“How do you want to play it?” he murmured, “guns blazing, or be cool til we get to the counter?

Looking under the seat, the ginger made sure to put the ammo in her pocket. Ellie didn’t really have a suit jacket like Petrel did, so she hid hers inside her pants. Once the grunt got herself situated, the young adult got out of the car. Determined to steal those milkshake machines.

“I say we play it cool. I mean, its not like were going to rob a bank or something. But if moneys what your after as well, then be my guest.” The redhead wasn’t sure if they would even have time to steal money from the registers. Considering it was just the two of them and that this idea was decided at the last minute.

“Christmas songs already? Its not even Thanksgiving yet! Give it time people!”

Pit Stop || Ellie & Petrel

#medical-mishap #pit stop #omg petrel X P #ellie is just like #not sure what to think of the situation #but is going to do it anyway because milkshakes #and she can fix them if their broken anyway lol

The more Petrel heard of Fiore, the worse it sounded. He was beginning to be half-convinced that he needed to petition Archer to begin a takeover of the region so they could go fix it, but that would be ridiculous; he didn’t want any half-assed region that didn’t know a battle from a garbage dump. Instead, Petrel decided to focus on something far more important: comforting Ellie from having come from such an awful place.

“You know what?” he said, “screw it. Just screw it. Forget two milkshakes. We are going to fix everything, and I have a plan.” A grin stretching across his face, Petrel took his keys out of the ignition and reached across Ellie to unlock the dashboard, revealing within it a handful of handguns.

“Grab one you like,” he continued, “and let’s go in and steal their goddamn milkshake machines.” Clearly, this was the best solution to any problem ever and in no way a horrible squandering of either of their potentials. It was also decidedly closer than Fiore, and so jet lag was remove from the picture entirely.

“Fix everything?” She probably assumed because she came Fiore and how the redhead described the region. What was the medic up to? Observing the grin on his face, the young adult had a feeling that he wanted to do something over the top. Her assumption was right as he unlocked his dashboard of handguns.

“Steal the milkshake machines?” The mechanic repeated, having a rather blank expression on her face. Then again, he was an Executive, so something like this could happen should the grunt be around someone like him. After a moment of consideration, Ellie decided to go ahead and take one of his smallest handguns.

“Okay, lets go in.” The burnette shrugged her shoulders, bringing a smile to her decision. This may just be crazy enough to work.

Pit Stop || Ellie & Petrel

#medical-mishap #pit stop #its alright #I'm glad we can resume this thread again : 3

“Wait, those activist nerds, are they actually popular out there?” Petrel found himself asking, brow furrowed in confusion. Certainly, he thought, there were people who could get behind activism, but from the way Ellie was talking, it sounded like some sort of huge deal. That was weird. Fiorans were weird.

“God, they sound so lame. Why are they so lame? Fuckin’ Fiore, man. Fuckin’. Fiore.” With a shake of his head, Petrel pulled off the highway and turned at the first light they came across, and then into a parking lot just down the road. “We’ll celebrate you not being fuckin’ weird,” he continued, “you know what? We’re gonna get the biggest fuckin’ milkshakes they have. No, even better, let’s get two. Two milkshakes, because like hell are the tree-huggers gonna take over the world. Power to the mechanics, yeah?”

That being said, Petrel offered Ellie one of his mechanical smiles. “You know what, kid?” he chuckled, “you’re alright. Next time you come into the infirm, drop by and say hey, I’ll sneak you some stickers from the pediatric unit.”

“Pokemon Trainers are pretty frowned upon in Fiore. Its because they don’t care about the environment as much as a Pokemon Ranger does. They apparently think that Pokemon battles are inhumane too. So yeah, making a huge ass deal over nothing.” Ellie couldn’t agree more with the purple head. Fiore was just a really lame place in general, aside from becoming a mechanic and meeting her first Pokemon.

“Totally worth it to get two milkshakes. I’m so glad that I joined Team Rocket instead of becoming one of those activist nerds. Otherwise I’d turn into one of those brainless zombies that only cares about world domination through the power of caring way too much about the environment.” The ginger chuckled because this known fact would have been true.

“Ey, your alright too Petey.” The mechanic gave a pat on the others shoulder. Not sure if stickers was some kind of lingo for some kind of drug, or literally just stickers. But he probably thought that she was a teenager. At least that's what the grunt thought.

“Aaaaah! I’m finally legal to drink! Today does mark my 21st birthday after all!”

“Its a good thing I work during the day as a mechanic. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have time to celebrate Halloween.