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[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!!))
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!!))
gladio / ota
POOL
Misato can swim once upon a time, but it doesn't mean she wants to, even if she's already wearing the generic charcoal one-piece (all the better to cover her scar, which is far less aesthetically pleasing than Gladio's tattoo). She's already sitting by the edge with water lapping against her knees, but it doesn't mean she has to get all the way inside the pool, right? The water's not going anywhere, but she's growing older and running out of chances. So maybe it is time.
The look on her face is one of consternation, which shifts to surprise and more anger than warranted when she gets a splash of water to her face. Her petty streak rears its ugly head. ]
What's it to you? Maybe I just like to watch.
aggressively pools at
he treads water slowly, the chill of it lapping, lapping (there'd been water a long time ago, where they'd camped last, not as clear as this, but safe and blue from the sky and it'd been just as cold.) ]
Curious. Your watching's loud.
[ no gladio, you're loud. he can't help it. ]
no subject
She knows it's a childish fear, irrational and too stupid to even mention, and still emotions have a way of skewing her perspective. Her words hardly redeem her: ]
What? Your wading's loud. All that splashing about.
[ At least, she grips the edge of the pool tightly before the plunge into the shallower end, the water barely reaching her shoulders. This is fine. Totally fine. ]
no subject
the fear woven into her suspicion makes him linger closer, unperturbed and now standing more than just treading, moving towards the shallower end as well. the water hasn't stopped being safe in his mind. ]
Don't go swimming much back home?
SLIDES IN LATE???... the pool
Eventually he'll catch sight of Noctis standing near the edge of the pool, if the man hadn't already sensed him approaching. He's certainly not dressed for a dip in the water, so he just crosses his arms and watches the water ripple.]
I'll pass. You look like you're having enough fun without me.
Training hall (at last)
( Certainly. I'll be there in a moment. )
[ True to her word, she arrives in a few moments. She gives Gladio a brief nod and then begins to strip down a little, shedding armor and any bulky items of clothing so that she can move more freely for their practice bout. She studies the available practice weapons, then picks up one akin to her lance. Hefts it to test the balance. Not as good as her own, but it will do. ]
Are you used to this sort of fighting?
[ She begins to stretch, bending and twisting to limber up. No use practicing if you hurt yourself. ]
no subject
aloy feels oddly comforting, like the roughness of earth under your hands. like a view of mountains, not sterile space.
gladio watches her when she arrives, picking out her weapon and falling back on familiarity. gladio doesn't hesitate to do the same, hefting something weighty, not unlike his own sword. the lance is something familiar to him, but only in that he knows a man who uses something very similar. a pole arm, long and lean, sharp, silver. he's been caught off guard more times than he can count by someone who can match him just as easily with that kind of weapon. ]
A lot of the time, yeah, [ he says, swinging the weapon briefly, catching it's weight, finding its balance. ] We traveled a lot, came across a lot of monsters outside of the city. Had to protect the king somehow, not that he can't fight too. [ but it's his duty to come first, to take the brunt of the battle, the first wave, the first heat. ]