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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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[ It's a miracle Aoba Seragaki is here on station 72. Looking at him, you would think he should be in a completely different station. A police station. A fashion police station, because wow that neon blue puffy jacket? Those equally neon big-buttoned shoes? Terrible. Law breaking. Arrest him. Why would anyone show up to physical training in those, let alone wear them anywhere at all.
But the fashion gods are real, because there's a change of clothes provided. Praise be. It's not yet past Easter but I'm gunna say it; hallelujah. Not just for the change, but for the fact that Aoba looks mm-mm A+ damn good in a form fitting space onesie. Honeycomb pattern? Yeah boy he looks pretty sweet. Tight in every sense of the word. Okay, it's not really the best fashion in the universe, but anything is better than the outfit he arrived in. A garbage bag is better than the outfit he arrived in.
His long hair is still offensively blue, but that's part of what makes Aoba... Aoba. He should really tie it back; it's getting in his face during stretches, already turning into more of a mess than usual. Like Jareth the Goblin King levels of extreme mullet. And still he won't do anything more than carefully, carefully run his fingers through it to get it back out of his eyes. He does it as he eagerly addresses you- ]
Need any help stretching, or do you think you're ready to run?
[ Maybe you don't need help, but wow does he. Not with stretching, not with running or working out, but with hair. With life.
Free him. ]
II. Fire in the hole (aw yeah son)
[ Guns? Guns??? Aoba isn't sure if guns are the best post-workout routine, but he's found himself in the shooting range. His outfit is still fine as heck, hair still a god forsaken mess, but there's a new look on his face that says what the top of this paragraph says.
Hand guns were outlawed in Japan in the seventies, also know as ancient times according to Aoba's time measuring standards. Almost no one on Midorijima owns guns and nearly all forms of them are illegal, with onerous restrictions placed on the few that are. Aoba has never even seen one this close before, let alone all these different types. Lasers? Get out. ]
I'd be arrested for just holding one of these back home.
[ But this ain't Kansas anymore. Actually if it were he'd probably be fine with this, because anywhere in America is a terrible comparison for guns no matter how famous the quote. Damn that wizard movie. ]
Guns are so... extreme. Do we really need to train with them? Think we'll really use them on the field?
[ He's having a hard time working up the nerve just to break his homeland law and pick one up, all sorts of rules and no-no's running through his head as he stares at the collection. ]
1 bc I have to, good lord aoba
Points for effort, but not for execution. He watches Aoba carefully brush his hair from his face... watches it again... and huffs out an annoyed sound as he aims the heel of his palm at Aoba's forehead. Just a smack, but it'll definitely be harder than it needs to be.]
Are you stupid? Nothing's gonna stop and let you fix your hair when you're moving!
[Says the guy whose face is always half-covered by his own bangs... but let's not split hairs here.]
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Ow! Tch- what was that for?!
[ If there's anything that hurts Aoba faster than his own weird headache problems, it's someone else touching his hair, even briefly. He feels that smack in more than just his head; it spreads through nerve endings in his hair and makes him go tense and rigid all over, like listening to nails on a chalkboard and being shocked at the same time. ]
Don't touch my hair! I can feel it.
[ And now maybe Ares can, too. Aoba was just trying to be nice and stretch together jeeze, he didn't ask for this harassment. ]
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[He winces at the shared headache, one hand pressed against the side of his head as he takes a reflexive step back. God, this connection thing is such a pain in the ass sometimes.]
Wait, did you say you can feel it in your hair?
[The look Ares gives him is even more disbelieving than any of the ones Aoba got while trying to explain computers.]
You're so weird!
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Yeah, I can feel it.
[ Stated as plainly and flatly as possible. It's not a pleasant subject with him, no good feelings or memories associated with it. It's always been painful or uncomfortable in some way, whether it was his hair that hurt or the words others would say about it. Like what Ares is saying.
He might barely be keeping those memories from spilling over on the connection, but his discomfort is no secret. ]
I've always been able to feel my hair, so I don't tie it back or style it much. It hurts a lot, so please don't touch it again.
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Well, you're not gonna be able to do much if you don't do something with it. Isn't it easier for people to touch it if you just leave it like that?
[And if he's going to be sharing that pain... ugh. Yeah, it's a problem. Just to make his point, he braces himself for it (now that he knows it can hurt him, too) and quickly leans in to flick at Aoba's hair.]
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It's fine, I know how to handle- OW!
[ Too slow to stop him from flicking his hair, but Aoba smacks Ares hand away and flinches back again. ]
What the hell?! I just told you not to do that!
[ One thing he never did in a fight back home was reveal his achilles heel. Whoops. ]
2!
[Says the young man standing not so far away, pointing the gun in his hands at the wall and squinting, posing like he's in some action movie and he's trying to target something far off. After a moment, though, he lowers it, shaking his head - he's not terribly used to them either, mostly because where he came from, individual weapons weren't really a thing.]
Honestly? I don't know. I don't like them either. [He shrugs, gun still in hand.] Maybe it's optional?
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I hope they're optional. I don't want to look like a rebel... I'm done with that.
[ He's already gone through his rebellious stage, thanks very much. There were no guns involved, but still some pretty bad stuff... he thinks. His late teens are sort of a missing blur. But the memory of the police raid on his house is still fresh. He can practically hear Akushima's loudspeaker ringing in his ears, yelling about him being a criminal. All false charges, but that didn't make it any less scary.
Despite that, he wandered over here anyway... so maybe there is a little rebelliousness still in him. Maybe it's the same with this guy. ]
If you don't like them either, why did you decide to try them out?
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[He raises an eyebrow - in his opinion, nobody is just done with being a rebel. He's a rebel, after all, and he has absolutely no plans to stop being one. Not being a rebel is boring.]
[He eyes the gun, vaguely wondering how it works as he talks.]
Because I'm a curious guy. Besides, what if, like, I'll be forced to handle one of these things one day? It's better to just learn it now instead of later.
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[ Not being a rebel might be boring, but it's safe. It didn't keep his granny up at night, worrying. Though Nathan and Aoba may have some very different ideas of what it means to be rebellious. For Aoba, it's all images of graffiti covered streets and groups of shady guys playing illegal rounds of Rhyme in the back alleys. Except the memories are only hazy at best, some of them even imagined. There were worse things, he's certain, but... whatever they were, they're gone now. Gone and done with, and Aoba won't take part in anything that would make Granny worry again.
Though would she worry more about her grandson using a gun, or needing to use one and not knowing how? ]
I guess you're right though. That it's better to know...
[ He unfolds his arms and looks back down at the rack. He almost reaches for one, but... no. He still doesn't have the nerve worked up. ]
Unless wherever they send us has strict gun laws too.
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[He sets the gun down in the rack, looking over the others - he doesn't know when, if ever, he'll be using this kind of stuff.]
Strict gun laws? [He tilts his head, frowning.] Where do you come from?
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The Old Resident District in Midorijima. It's a small island off the mainland, Japan.
[ And then, remembering not everyone he'd encountered so far was from the same planet, he sheepishly adds- ]
Uh... that's on Earth, in case you're not familiar. Are you?
[ He'd also been surprised a few times. Is Earth popular or something? ]
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[And his face falls, slightly, his voice lowering into a mutter:] Lived there now, I suppose.
[He picks up another of the guns, suddenly, to hide his sudden turn in mood, aiming it at a spot on the far wall and shutting one eye as he speaks up again, trying to move the conversation on.]
I've never been to Japan, though. Only the good old USA, I'm afraid.
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Wait, an immigrant to... Earth? Or the United States?
[ Or both? Just the idea of alien immigration sounds even more complicated than regular immigration. ]
(( OOC: gomen for the late reply, tag anxiety is the worst ))
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[His smile widens when he sees Aoba's face. Oh, he loves this part. He can never get enough of people finding that you can't judge a guy by his human cover.]
I'm an alien. [A pause.] And before you ask, no, this isn't my true form.
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[ His expression remains the same, brows lifted, surprised but mildly so. After seeing his home invaded by aliens and being brought out here, he's adjusting quickly. It probably helps that Aoba has never been very judgmental towards others... only himself. And so far Nathan has been so forthcoming, he has no reason to act wary. ]
Well, you make a really convincing human. Why did you want to move to Earth?
[ Said a little more relaxed, a little more curious, casually as if he were asking about his move between cities. Aoba folds his arms over his chest more comfortably this time and leans against the wall beside the gun rack. ]