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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!))
no subject
Yes sir. [ She nods once, following after him carefully. ] Do you mean weapons maintenance, making sure to learn its limitations, that sort of thing?
no subject
[Discipline. Practice. Routine. A number of words both solid and often considered to be boring that he had pinned his life upon.]
And then there is simply developing the stamina and strength to hold and fire a weapon. You appear to lack that. [It is almost a laughable statement coming from someone as large as him, directed to someone as slight. 'Appear' may have been an understatement.] Strengthen your muscles and it will improve your accuracy.
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Even if this is strange, not like weapons training was anything people on Pandora had. They didn't respect their weapons because they didn't care about living, or dying. He treats them seriously, carefully, considerate, no explosions and sick air guitar solos. Stifles that giggle, focus, Angel, stop trailing off when she's meant to be learning. ] I can work on that. [ Because there's no appear about, she knows that someone her build will never truly match someone his size or strength if it was just them. Especially when she feels like she barely comes up to his elbow.
It's just not the only thing that wins a fight, thankfully. ] Another thing... most of uh... my kind. We have a particular affinity for elements. But they can be quite literally explosive. Is there somewhere I could test that, where I won't hurt anyone? [ Gestures around the room and there are far too many flammable things, like people for instance, around. Pauses, gazing over it all briefly then draws herself back, adding for safeties sake. ] I wrote a program of Miss Cathaway, for these, she had my control collar too if you need it. [ her fingers lift, tapping the metal grates grafted to her skull. ] It should give a warning if anything goes wrong ahead of time. So I shouldn't uhm, melt anyone by mistake.
[ She needs to find a new way to explain that, that doesn't sound awful. ]
no subject
[His tone is not overly bright but he is satisfied. She is agreeable, she listens, and she seems to be willing to learn. Whether she would remain that way, when it was revealed that things would be difficult, remained to be seen, but she seemed to have a complicated life. She already knew hardship.]
I can open a room for you, yes.
[It is the first sign he has given any of the new Hosts that there was more to the station than there appeared. But the rooms were empty, mostly wasted space. Very strong, as all of the station was, uniquely grounded, but useless without Hosts to utilize it.]
That sounds very wise. We attempt to melt as few Hosts as possible.
[He delivers the words in a way that is so entirely serious it is difficult to know whether there is an ounce of humor in them.]
I would suggest you take your time, however. Becoming part of the Nest can make your previous control less reliable than you are accustomed to. Be cautious until you know exactly how it has affected your ability.
no subject
[ She's determined not to buckle, she's got too much to prove, to yell screaming at the sky that her father liked to pretend he was the God of and tell him see, see she never needed him, never needed his protection. She could protect herself. ]
Thank you. I'll be careful I promise -- [ It hadn't even been what she was fishing for, but now that she knows -- huh. Well, that's something at least. Presses her lips together at his deadpan tone. As for the rest of it, well it wasn't a lesson he needed to repeat to her. She knew, with her mother's blood, she knew what came from a loss of control.
But she's not a child anymore, either, she can do this. He's talking to her like he -- well, doesn't expect her to completely fail outright. She could start there. Chimes back in an equally blank tone, though she presses her lips together to smother something like a smile. For all he is as unreadable as a stone, it's... well, it's the only sense of humour she's ever been exposed to, laughing at things that shouldn't be funny. ] -- and well, if you're sure about the no melting, sir. [ It's all pleasant mischief, as she looks up at him. ]
no subject
[He doesn't seem likely to rise any further to her humor or her smile, patently unfazed by the quirking smile and the buzzing amusement over her shifting emotions.]
I'm sure. It is not uncommon for young Hosts to do each other damage- [intentionally or otherwise] but it should be avoided if possible.
[For the obvious reason- and for the less. The damage spread, injured more than the one who had taken the blow. And that could breed contempt among the Hosts, a dangerous poison to the Nest. Self-loathing, in part.]
Do you require demonstration, or do you believe that you are capable of beginning this unassisted?
no subject
I've seen it, sort of. Children are given guns young on Pandora, they hurt each other before they even really understand what they're doing. [ her shoulder lifts, falls again, it is what it is. ] I imagine we're no better until we really know what this means.
[ A placid acceptance that the worst will happen, because it always does. Her expectations are somewhat low, she doesn't have hate or fear in it. People will be this way, no more, no less. But that's for another time - for now, there's a need to stand and fend for herself.
So she shakes her head politely, she'll work out in a little bit if they have any elemental tech worth noting. Doesn't need to bother him with that, an inspection she can do privately. Especially once she has a room where she doesn't need to worry about the stretch out of her own powers. ] No sir, thank you. I think I know where to start now.
no subject
Very well. I will speak to Cathaway about having a space for you prepared.
[And with that he bows lightly at her, hand up at chest heifht, Palm turned. When he stands straight again he takes a single step back, disengaging clearly.]
I am called Prince, you may come to me if you require demonstration or have further questions.
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I'm Angel, and I will, soon as I think I'm ready.
[ When she has the strength and her body doesn't feel so weak, when she needs to learn how to throw a punch, learn how to turn these elements physical. How to strike with them to inflict hurt more directly. But she needs to get a control of them first, so it could wait. For the moment, she knows she's got more than enough to do in recovering this dead shell of a body as her own. ] Thank you again.
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[And it would be work, but with luck she would find the reward of it great enough to make up for the effort it would require on her part. If she did, she would live a longer life than otherwise.
With those final words he turns away, back towards the rest of the room and his other charges. Satisfied, for the moment.]