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[ open ] Welcome to Chile, Cadets.

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Location: Valparaíso Shatterdome, Chile.
Date/Time: February 15th-28th.
Summary: The first shipment of recruits into the new Jaeger Academy program arrive. Some are staggered throughout the month, but they all have the same basic greeting. Here you are, there's where you sleep, here's what you wear, get going.
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The Shatterdome didn't look futuristic, swatches of metal and concrete transforming a portion of the harbor into five enormous bays. Nevermind that only two were currently in use. The stark greys stand out against the colorful face of the city, a hulking monolith that's been carved into the face of the city that had once upon a century been termed the Jewel of the Pacific.

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Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take long for Simon to make his way to the jaeger bay. Not that Helix Plunge was here, of course. With one pilot dead and the other effectively AWOL, repairs after their lady battle had never been fully completed. He was still back in Nagasaki, looking a bit the worse for wear.

Though not for much longer, if Simon had anything to say about it.

But none of that meant he didn't want to be around other jaegers, or that the buzz of work being done in a hanger wasn't just as comforting to him at this point as the silence of an old tunnel.

He saw Hydra Corinthian first and pulls up beside her pilot with an appreciative whistle, probably something Andrea got more than shed like, but his eyes were for the jaeger, not the pilot. Mark 4. He'd rarely seen them from afar and never close up. "She makes Helix look his age." Funny considering he was fairly sure they'd launched at about the same time.

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"Yo yourself. Sir."

--And that was probably not the thing to say to an approaching superior, but he'd reacted automatically. Surprise was evident in his expression. It said a lot about his experience with authority that the first thing that ran through his mind was What did I do? He was wearing his PT clothes and he was as sweaty as could very expected from running in the tropical weather, but nobody had said anything about not doing either of those things.

Which wasn't exactly permission, but "Ask forgiveness" and all that.

If there is anything insubordinate about Yuri's response, Simon doesn't seem to notice, which would be because he really doesn't notice. He's not exactly the overly formal type. Letting people call him 'sir' was about as militant as he got.

"Didn't you just arrive? I'm amazed anyone is out running in this already. There'll be plenty of that later." It was tiring just looking at him, though he had to hand it to the cadet. Simon should probably start thinking seriously about getting back on a proper work out regimen.

"I needed some air after being cooped up in the bus," he said.

His eyes kept wandering over Simon, trying to place him. That was definitely a Ranger insignia on his uniform--man they were really piling them in here--but Yuri couldn't place him with a Jaeger. Well that wasn't too surprising. Yuri had read the paper more than watched the news, and he hadn't really kept up with the Jaeger program until he'd enrolled. He seemed like a nice enough guy, anyway.

"You look like you could use some yourself, sir." He kept his tone as mild and inoffensive as possible to offset the inappropriate casualness. Yuri couldn't handle the borderline subservience they were supposed to address superiors with, but he could handle not being a smart-ass for two minutes until he knew who this guy was.

"Air, and probably some exercise, too." Simon admits, sounding faintly sheepish but not actually embarrassed. "The truth is I think a lot of you cadets are going to out pace me pretty fast." He'd definitely lost some muscle since he disappeared from the PPDC. Apparently that happened when you spent more than half a year sitting alone in a dark room. Go figure. It would be nice once he was back in shape, but he wasn't excited about the initial pain of getting there.

"Ah, sorry, I just came up and interrupted you. It's Simon, welcome to the program." He offers a hand, not bothered that Yuri is still sweaty from his run.

"It's fine, sir," he said, sounding a little bemused. There was casual and there was casual. Privilege of rank, he guessed. He took his hand, not even thinking to warn him about his gross sweat. "I was just about to hit the showers, nothing important. Cadet Yuri Lowell."

Lowell-san, he puts away mentally. And then corrects himself; Cadet Lowell. Next he was going to be bowing to people. He might have been in Japan a little too long. Simon shakes his hand gamely, and starts to head toward the showers-- he's pretty sure he knows the building. Shatterdomes all had a fairly similar layout. He still wanted to talk but he could walk with the cadet.

"So what do you think?" He makes an easy gesture taking in the base to indicate what he means.

She takes off her sunglasses before answering. "Kate Bishop. Twenty." If he keeps his questions simple and straight forward, Kate will do just the same with him. But she can't help rolling her eyes at his threat. She didn't have any desire to get thrown out this early in the program.

"I like the weather, sir," he says, keeping pace gamely. "The program's interesting, controversial because of it. I like that, too. And it seems like a popular destination for Jaeger pilots these days."

Round three of trying to get a little information out of a Jaeger pilot. Well, the guy had asked what he thought.

For being such a rich kid, Kate didn't bring much from home with her. She'd rather not have the reminder that her father disapproved of what she was doing. The less she brought from home the better. The only thing Kate even deemed worth keeping were her purple tinted aviator sunglasses, a compound bow and her phone. She sends a mass text to her friends informing them that she'll be busy for three months before placing it away. The sunglasses she'll give up easily, but she stares at the bow for a long while before placing them with her glasses. Three months without her bow. She can deal with that, she's still got all of her other training to fall back on. But there's nothing quite like a bow and arrow for comfort.

She shakes it off and takes a look at the bunk beds. She'll throw her bag on one of the top bunks to claim it for herself. It's not like anything fragile was left in it.

"It is, isn't it? Three in the hanger already." He's been by earlier, it was a pretty impressive sight, especially in a pristine new hanger. "I'd be surprised if we saw any more active pilots than that, though. That would be spreading them thin elsewhere."

He backtracked casually to what the cadet had said before that though, gazing upward thoughtfully. "Do you think it's all that controversial? I guess it's romantic to say you can only drift with one person."

The atmosphere in this place is certainly something. It's strange to Kate, who's used to fancy parties and an oblivious air to what was happening in the world. She can say, however, she much prefers this. Time with people who understand what they're here for and want to make a difference.

Once she spots an open seat, she takes it. She doesn't really pay much attention to the people who are already there, but she is at least courteous enough to offer her name. "Kate Bishop." Might as well start making friends, hers aren't anywhere close to the Shatterdome.

"Cadets are allowed into the city on weekends and during any additional time earned on merit." If it sounds like he's quoting something, that's because he is. What, he doesn't really remember any more, but he's read and memorized any literature sent from the program or that he's looked up himself, just in case. This is extremely important, after all, and he doesn't want to mess it up. That would explain why he's a ball of nerves at the moment.

"I've never drifted, sir, so I don't know if it's too much to ask someone to do it with more than one person." Generally, everyone was just happy to get a good pair. "But as far as the public's concerned, yeah, I'd say it'd be turning up some headlines if it wasn't still pretty hush-hush." He chuckled. "When it comes to co-pilots who aren't related, somebody's going to cry polygamy. At the very least, Hollywood will probably go nuts with 'new and exciting' opportunity for block-buster love triangles, which I could do without."

Simon couldn't keep the surprise off his face. He didn't doubt what the cadet was saying, but... "You think so? --I guess I haven't been going to enough movies." Of course, he was aware that there had been some real... romanticization of his and Kamina's relationship, especially in Japan. But he'd never put much thought into it.

"You haven't missed anything," Yuri told him cheerfully. "If you've seen one, you've seen them all. Sir."

Which was definitely true. Yuri wasn't a movie goer himself, but it had gotten to the point where trailers had started to blend together. It had gotten to the point awhile ago.

Simon kept feeling his mouth twitching toward a smile. Kamina would've been so indignant. He'd always been at once raunchily encouraging and still protective of Simon in that regard. Adding another party would've resulted in probably both disgust and jealousy.

He smiled a bit slyly toward the cadet. "So are you looking forward to it? You could probably be in one of the first tri-pilot love triangle flicks."

"People think that anyway." Luke shot back automatically, with maybe a cranky grumble but no actual heat.

He half turned away, not catching onto Yuri's mood, instead glancing around the barracks for a likely place to sleep. It looks like corners were popular and most had already been taken.

"I took a class once..." Luke offers, fully aware of how lame that sounds. Then shrugs a bit self consciously. "Maybe it's for the best we barely get to leave the base. We can't embarrass ourselves too much until we've taken the Spanish class."

Honestly, it was probably Kou's good luck that Luke isn't that aware of subtleties. He hadn't reacted badly so Luke assumed Kou didn't recognize him and was happy to run with that.

"I'm going to miss my cell phone, though. They're really putting the camp in boot camp up here." He did manage to miss the fact that they had a solid roof over their heads probably made this all pretty far removed from 'camping'.

Yuri shrugged it off with a vague hand gesture. "I'm all for it I theory, but I'll be thankful just to get one partner."

And thankful if even that much didn't get him kicked out of the Academy and thrown in jail.

"What about you, sir?"

"It's very nice," Mike answered from where he'd sprawled, eyes opening to see who was talking to him. Most people around here seemed nice enough, even if some of them seemed skittish - but he guessed that was their response to a situation they'd not been in before.

He guessed that was where his experience came in.

"I take it you're from somewhere where it's cold."

"If you were given the option of pink or sky blue, which would you take?"

Sorry, that's a strange question to ask should've been tacked on afterward, but it wasn't--- instead, a tall, lanky man sat himself opposite the black-haired boy, a mug brimming with steaming brown liquid cradled in both hands, elbows splayed on the table to either side.

Over an unbuttoned, rumpled lab coat and very straight black bowtie, fairly intense hazel eyes focused on the other's, whatever he might have been interrupting wholly disregarded. No sense being alone, right?

"Hello!"

Friendly smile matched with friendly smile, and though this fellow wasn't quite a cadet, insofar as the unbuttoned lab coat and black bowtie stated, he certainly had all the enthusiasm of a new arrival. In fact, maybe he was a bit too friendly (or just crazy oblivious to the heat), as he went from beaming to squinting, a puzzled, wondering look entering his face.

Possibly before the other could even properly respond, "You look familiar. Did you ever market computers?"

"If I find someone that will be my second partner right there, but in the spirit of the academy I guess two or more would be alright. I just want to get back in Helix."

At first, after Kamina's death, he had really hated the idea. He'd been resentful of the suggestion. It had been unbelievable enough that he could drift with Kamina. The idea of replacing him made him sick. But, as he'd learned since, it was really just Kamina's death that made him sick, the man himself couldn't be replaced, not in life or in Simon's heart. Whatever partner he found next would be a new relationship entirely.

"Ah, that's drifting. As far as being the romantic hero of a movie, I'll pass..." Not that he was always given a lot of choice in the matter.

"Um." That took more thinking that he liked to admit. Being a ranger involved doing a lot more commercials than fighting kaiju. He glances up at the sky like that might help him remember...

And then gives up with a sigh. "Sorry. Maybe? The commercials all kind of blur together."

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