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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!))
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?
no subject
[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.
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
[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?
no subject
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? ]
no subject
[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.
no subject
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 ))
no subject
[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. ]