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THE N E S T ([personal profile] onemind) wrote in [community profile] station722017-05-23 12:29 pm

[training log] we are the champions

CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Day :44
SUMMARY: 1988 Crystal Light National Aerobic Championship.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!






DAY 44 begins without ceremony, the station quiet and still, the murmur of host's minds distant. Even with all of the current new hosts returned from their mission the station is too large to ever really feel lived in. It is almost peaceful, when the call comes.

The voice is nothing like Cathaway's, who is so often in the young Host's minds, but then again Prince was rarely so warm or inviting, and in the days he has had to recover from the Station's recent jumps he has returned to his more stable state, his tone perfectly matched to his speech, seeming as near as if he is speaking just over their shoulders.

'Good morning. I would like to encourage all hosts, most especially those fresh to the station, to join us today in the Training Wing. This resource is not to be underestimated, as it will not be available to you when you are on assignment. Attendance is recommended.'

With that simple message he is again gone from their minds, leaving them alone with their own thoughts- and anyone else who shares them. Left behind is the impression of how to reach the Training Wing, in case anyone is unaware.




FOR THOSE WHO CHOSE to follow the call and make their way to the Training wing, they will find Prince, once again adorned in his traditional uniform. He has beside him a small stack of charcoal grey jumpsuits identical to it beside him, for any host who had not previously made their way to the wing.

For those who are familiar with the space he simply nods to them and leaves them to their own devices, unless they should chose to approach him for more than simple encouragement. For those who are new, he will direct them to the lockers and give them the honeycomb textured jumpsuits, which will fit them perfectly. He will also give a brief explanation of Iota and Rho symbiotic types for those who need it ((as outlined in the setting)) and go into the basics of the specialized abilities all hosts develop. He will not divulge the exact ability that a host possesses at that time, but may be persuaded to with some difficulty. He will then suggest that they set their mind to learning what they can aboard the station, and let each host know that he only teaches the willing.

After that, the space is theirs.




((OOC Notes: Welcome to the second training log! Below you will find some information from the first log, which is now also available in the setting section!

The Training Wing is large- bigger than the biggest gym, and it contains a number of specialized spaces for Host’s use. What follows is an (incomplete) list of amenities. Have an idea for another space? Drop us a line in the questions section of the most recent calendar post! The training wing itself is a central hub-type area with a number of hallways that branch out in a vaguely spiraling fashion spanning multiple levels. Below are a list of locations key to this log:

• Lockers - Featuring rows of open cubbies, shower spaces, a bathroom, towels, and sets of shoes for those of you without proper footwear. Hosts visiting the lockers for the first time will receive their station-standard charcoal grey suits, which are tailor fit to their exact measurements. These suits are flexible, strong, and surprisingly breathable, and are comfortable enough to wear all day.

• Track - Centrally located there is a large running track that is multiple lanes wide, the ground of which is coated in some sort of slightly rubbery, gripping substance.

• Gym - Located not far from the lockers is an almost traditional gym space, with a number of pieces of exercise equipment, some of which is familiar and some of which is not. There are instructions that will read in a pleasant voice if you seem lost. You will find both strength and cardio equipment arranged in a somewhat sensible manner.

• Training Hall - A large open space with a number of pads on the floors and walls and a wide variety of dummies and protective gear. This is the space where you will find melee practice weapons ranging from swords and pikes to slightly more exotic weaponry- all blunted or dulled- as well as room for most forms of martial arts.

• Range - Lying closest to the Flight Hangar, this room features a number of targets and projectile training weapons. Here you will find everything from bows and arrows to laser guns. Nothing is capable of doing real damage, but it feels and reacts in a way that’s very real. Handy readouts will tell you exactly how accurate (or inaccurate) you are.

• Pool - It’s a pool, there are lanes, so swim free. Please don’t drown. There is no sauna. There are two styles of suits available, a simple charcoal one-piece with white piping, and an equally simple charcoal swim briefs with matching white piping.

We're in control, body and soul,
We push ourselves to the maximum!!))




training hall!!!

[personal profile] lilies 2017-05-29 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's a patience to gladio that seems to stretch for miles like open, battered road. this is what he was raised for, what he grew up doing: taking blow for blow and dodging, moving, being there to train and to teach.

even the impulse that's rolling off of his opponent in waves feels familiar. this is frustration, a distraction, and gladio is happy to supply it. He deflects what hits him sloppily and is equally caught by eyes that read him even though they've barely met. it's been a while since gladio has been in this kind of setting, and it eases the cagey nerves that have started to creep in with the invasiveness of the station itself.

the blow that fells bellamy is part luck and part good-timing. gladio sees an opening and moves in for it, sweeping low to knock his ankles out from under him while he's in a stance in between movements to send him to the ground. even so, gladio can still feel the sting of a variety of very good hits along his side. they'll stay for a while, he's sure of it. half-poised in a crouch, he laughs a little, and he admits: ]


You almost had me there for a while.
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I LOST THIS NOTIF I HECKED UP

[personal profile] deployed 2017-06-14 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Most of the others in the Nest are better fighters than Bellamy. It shows in the way they move; they're practiced and confident and polished in a way Bellamy might aspire to but hasn't achieved. Sparring with them makes Bellamy a better fighter, but it's yet to curb his less than stellar impulses.

Though it's maybe becoming obvious that Bellamy is always going to be impulse and headstrong and dictated too strongly by his emotions. But if this particular bout is any indication, he's at least learning enough to stave off defeat for a respectable amount of time. His patience runs out, as it always does, and he hits the ground hard. He can already feel bruises blossoming to life across his skin. It's a satisfying feeling, rather than an irritation. ]


It's harder to fight like this.

[ Bellamy stays sitting on the floor, arms on his knees while he catches his breath. ]

I get stuck trying to block out your mind, or else it's not really a fair fight.

[ It turns into shadowboxing. It had been shadowboxing with Ren on the roof of the Bearings in Concordia. Bellamy's gotten a few degrees better, but the stumbling block of feeling other people's minds while they fight is still there to trip him up before he gets knocked down. ]