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[training log] once you find your center
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Day :153-155
SUMMARY: Get ready to sweat.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.
EARLY ON DAY 153 after you have had some time to rest, quiet your minds, get used to the feeling of other people in your head and start to know them better than you anticipated or possibly wished to, there is a call.
Unlike before, when you first awoke, it is not warm and sweet and coaxing. It is instead almost devoid of emotion. Nearly as impersonal as a phone call or a person speaking to you across the length of a desk. For those of you who have met him, it is instantly recognizable as Prince, the words fit themselves into whatever language is most comfortable to you, but his tone is the same, the deep, level sound of his voice almost the same as if it were in your ear.
What he says is this:
'New hosts are expected in the Training Wing within --' and here the voice doesn’t falter, but it seems less like words, more like a concept, tapping into the part of your mind with a far clearer understanding of time than you once had. It’s about an earth hour, either way, 'to begin training for your first assignment. Attendance is recommended.'
And with that his voice is gone, leaving behind only the clear impression of a place, how to get there, and your own thoughts. Well, your own and everybody else’s.
IF YOU CHOSE to heed his advice and go to the Training Wing, you will find upon your arrival Prince: taller than average, broad, with warm brown skin and a serious expression across his face. The cape he usually wears is elsewhere, for the moment, and beside him is a stack of dark grey jumpsuits that look very much like the ones both he and Cathaway wear.
If you’ve been to the Training Wing before it seems slightly changed, although it is difficult to say how. Certainly it was this large before, and certainly there were as many chambers. When you approach Prince won’t have much to say at first, but he will hand you your uniform and point you towards the single locker room, and if you ask for clarification he will only say that he will tell you more when you are dressed and the rest have gathered.
You can take this time to talk to your fellow hosts and get used to the slightly honeycomb textured space spandex that you will find fits you to a tee.
When the allotted time has passed, Prince will request you all gather in a single area, and will explain the situation. Your first assignment will be in three day’s time. It isn’t expected to be dangerous, however most of you are completely unprepared. You don’t know your own strength, you don’t know your own skill, and you haven’t had much time to learn.
What follows is a rudimentary explanation of Iota and Rho symbiotic types ((as outlined in the setting)) as well as an explanation of specialized skills. He doesn’t tell you what yours is, and most of his words are a warning- yes, you are stronger than you were before, but you’re not as strong as you could be. Yes, you are faster, but that doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to use it. Yes, you can see and hear better than you could before but it doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to look and you don’t know what you’re listening for. He suggests that you set yourself to learning, although he only teaches the willing.
And then the Training Wing is yours.
((OOC Notes: Welcome to the training log!
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 OOC info 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 - The aforementioned locker space. Features (open) cubbies, shower spaces, a bathroom, towels, and sets of shoes for those of you without proper footwear.
• Track - Centrally located there is a large track, multiple lanes wide, the ground coated in some sort of slightly rubbery, gripping substance. It’s big, it’s open, it’s white, and if you just want to go fast here’s your chance.
• 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. You’ll also find melee practice weapons ranging from swords and pikes to slightly more exotic weaponry here as well as room for a little good ol’ fashioned wrasslin’.
• 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.
If you have any questions drop us a line at the OOC post
Let's get physical!))
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Day :153-155
SUMMARY: Get ready to sweat.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.
EARLY ON DAY 153 after you have had some time to rest, quiet your minds, get used to the feeling of other people in your head and start to know them better than you anticipated or possibly wished to, there is a call.
Unlike before, when you first awoke, it is not warm and sweet and coaxing. It is instead almost devoid of emotion. Nearly as impersonal as a phone call or a person speaking to you across the length of a desk. For those of you who have met him, it is instantly recognizable as Prince, the words fit themselves into whatever language is most comfortable to you, but his tone is the same, the deep, level sound of his voice almost the same as if it were in your ear.
What he says is this:
'New hosts are expected in the Training Wing within --' and here the voice doesn’t falter, but it seems less like words, more like a concept, tapping into the part of your mind with a far clearer understanding of time than you once had. It’s about an earth hour, either way, 'to begin training for your first assignment. Attendance is recommended.'
And with that his voice is gone, leaving behind only the clear impression of a place, how to get there, and your own thoughts. Well, your own and everybody else’s.
IF YOU CHOSE to heed his advice and go to the Training Wing, you will find upon your arrival Prince: taller than average, broad, with warm brown skin and a serious expression across his face. The cape he usually wears is elsewhere, for the moment, and beside him is a stack of dark grey jumpsuits that look very much like the ones both he and Cathaway wear.
If you’ve been to the Training Wing before it seems slightly changed, although it is difficult to say how. Certainly it was this large before, and certainly there were as many chambers. When you approach Prince won’t have much to say at first, but he will hand you your uniform and point you towards the single locker room, and if you ask for clarification he will only say that he will tell you more when you are dressed and the rest have gathered.
You can take this time to talk to your fellow hosts and get used to the slightly honeycomb textured space spandex that you will find fits you to a tee.
When the allotted time has passed, Prince will request you all gather in a single area, and will explain the situation. Your first assignment will be in three day’s time. It isn’t expected to be dangerous, however most of you are completely unprepared. You don’t know your own strength, you don’t know your own skill, and you haven’t had much time to learn.
What follows is a rudimentary explanation of Iota and Rho symbiotic types ((as outlined in the setting)) as well as an explanation of specialized skills. He doesn’t tell you what yours is, and most of his words are a warning- yes, you are stronger than you were before, but you’re not as strong as you could be. Yes, you are faster, but that doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to use it. Yes, you can see and hear better than you could before but it doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to look and you don’t know what you’re listening for. He suggests that you set yourself to learning, although he only teaches the willing.
And then the Training Wing is yours.
((OOC Notes: Welcome to the training log!
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 OOC info 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 - The aforementioned locker space. Features (open) cubbies, shower spaces, a bathroom, towels, and sets of shoes for those of you without proper footwear.
• Track - Centrally located there is a large track, multiple lanes wide, the ground coated in some sort of slightly rubbery, gripping substance. It’s big, it’s open, it’s white, and if you just want to go fast here’s your chance.
• 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. You’ll also find melee practice weapons ranging from swords and pikes to slightly more exotic weaponry here as well as room for a little good ol’ fashioned wrasslin’.
• 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.
If you have any questions drop us a line at the OOC post
Let's get physical!))
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He had already done it all before they arrived, but he believed in thoroughness, and with a plan to follow, a routine little changed, it was better to assure it remained in good condition.
The minds of the new Hosts aren't yet quiet, but they were less overwhelming as they stopped feedbacking quite so much pain and confusion. It was something of a relief, even if he could still hear their coming and going like overloud children in a house of thin walls. Useful, when he is expecting one of them, at least. It gives him time to go back to the exit and stand ready for his arrival.]
You have come. Good.
[No measure of surprise in his voice. He had not questioned his will in this.]
Do you have more questions before we begin?
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His greeting is cut off by the question. Eyes remain fixed on the Prince, shoulders squared like he's standing in a line. ]
The folks that don't wanna be here - what happens to them? [ There are, approximately, a million and one questions buzzing around his head: about the nature of the symbiote, the leftover items in the rec wing, the emptiness of this place. Those he has time to learn. Their arrival had been one part rescue, one part conscription, and one part irreversible change done to them in their sleep. Parker had outright rejected his place here, planning on going home somehow. Ilde had accepted it in tears, believing she didn't have a world to go back to.
Even if it's walking back into certain death, he wants to know that they at least have that choice. ]
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But he had offered to answer, and so there was little choice.]
That depends. Some, with time to come to terms with their new circumstances, realize that they had chosen to come for a reason. They live. Others don't. They demand to return, or they find their end some other way.
[They settled poorly. They drove themselves to distress. They died in the field or they died by their own hand. There were things they- he and Cathaway, could not prevent, as much as they may try.]
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A beat, then: ]
What're we gonna be asked to do? [ We do what we can to prevent it's plans from finding success. He was ready to be a soldier, his mind turning directly toward black and white thoughts of battlefields he's never been to. But if they're so few against a powerful enemy, he's starting to suspect there's more to it. ]
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That depends upon the situation. Sometimes you will be called on to fight, sometimes to speak, sometimes to spy. The force we fight has many plots, some of them are simple, some are unbelievably complex. How we deal with them must be as flexible.
[As simply as he could phrase it, if not as simply as others.]
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He's not willing to dive off of that ledge just to find out. ]
Guess we better get started then. [ This training. A nod comes with that, which is to say he's ready to start. Steve's not a strategist, not a scholar or a diplomat (and wouldn't Bucky get a kick out of that image). He's definitely not a spy, not even a proper soldier. He's got a lot of catching up to do if he wants to pull his weight. ]
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[He turns neatly, heading towards the first of the spaces he thought likely to be useful, pace measured.]
I would as you to tell me what skills you already possess. But first, I would ask you to tell me what it is you would like to be called.
[There isn't quite an emphasis on 'you', but something about the spacing of the words approaches that. The subtlest of jabs for the fact that, as so many young hosts, he had demanded Prince's name and never provided his own. Still, he preferred the ceremony to simply relying on what he already knew]
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Steve Rogers. Steve's fine. [ A beat. Eyebrows raise and he tips his head to one side. ] My ma raised me better than that. Sorry.
[ He's not sure she'd even take alien kidnapping and/or symbiotic migraines as excuses, so he doesn't bother to giving them to this guy. ]
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It is understandable, I took no offense. [And it seems true enough, at least at the moment, from someone who has shown him some respect and has not spent their entire conversation poking and prodding and demanding.]
Now Steve, [there's a subtle hesitation there, as if he suspects there should be more to his name than that] what is it that you excel at?
[Not, from the look of him, much to do with the physical realm, but Prince doesn't find that to be too insurmountable of a challenge.]
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Taking a hit. [ There's only a hint of wry humor when he says that. He's not joking. A breath, holding it for a second: ] I've got about a week of basic training with the army. Real basic. [ He can handle a rifle, sort of - but he's not sure that'll help him much with the space tech around here. Steve shakes his head, eyes fixed forward. ] But I can learn.
[ But when it comes down to it, that's all he's got to offer as an answer. ]
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There is value in that, but I believe it will be better if you learn to make one, as well.
[Dangerously close to a joke. As they cross under the wide entrance of the gym he stops, allowing the bright room and it's sprawl of carefully arranged equiptment to come into view. It was large, clean, and very empty. As much if the station, it's sheer magnitude betrayed the fact that this place was made for far more than a couple dozen bodies.
Better to be utilized by few than none.]
Am I right in thinking your body had been your enemy?
[He was too willing to learn, to grow, to make the attempt for Prince to believe he appeared as he did by choice. If he knew nothing more than that it would be enough.]
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That curiosity is struck through by a quick flicker of shame. He keeps it out of his voice, replaced by a wary reluctance to answer the question to the fullest truth. ]
I've got bad lungs. [ He's got a lot of bad parts, and it's made putting any muscle on difficult if not impossible.
Although - ] But I've been feeling better here. [ He's been attributing some of that to the clean air of the Station, the lack of dust and smoke that he couldn't escape even in his own apartment. ]
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That is not unusual. The symbiote does it's best to strengthen it's Host, and that includes strengthening or balancing the immune system and managing the production of certain chemicals in the body. Most Hosts find themselves greatly improved, if not entirely healed.
[One of the benefits, the small boons that softened somewhat the blow of their loss. And somewhat eased his own anxieties about the shape that most Host's arrived in. Very few proved to be beyond improvement. Which was good, since they would require more strength than they had now if they wanted to survive this.]
There are many things I can teach you, but until you gain some strength I fear most will not benefit you. Technique will be more simple to learn when your body does what you want it to.
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Maybe for other folks the difference would be negligible at first. But for Steve, it's a lot to take in - almost more than his arrival. He'd come out of the pod with ten fingers and ten toes, no physical signs that he could find to prove that he was carrying another living creature in his body. Even now he looks down at his hand, twisting it around. Sees the same blue veins running along his wrist. But now that he knows what he's looking for, it's easier to pinpoint what's different.
The world's in sharper focus. Was this what Erskine's serum was meant to do?
He glances back up at the Prince, at the equipment around the room. There's the temptation to see just what his body is capable of right now, burning at his core with that need for purpose. But he looks to the Prince again: ] Where do you figure I should start?
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It had taken him time to appreciate what he had gained, but he had not ever been weak or helpless. He'd had to learn that. His experience had not even everyone's.]
You said you had training. Do you know how much you could lift?
[His eyes trail thoughtful over to one of the nearer pieces of equipment, a certain universal constance in the shape. It would be a gage for him, a clarifying.]
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Thirty pounds of flour up three flights of stairs.
[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]
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It lingers longer in his tone, the slightest bit of warmth.]
I'm afraid we don't have quite the same equiptment.