[ 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.

Note: Players are welcome to start their own interactions outside of the three main prompted scenarios. Go wild!

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[protagerrant]

"I know, sir." Both Yancy's name and the proper address. "I was transferred over form Alaska."

He had debated the wisdom of telling people that; he wasn't quite sure of how much of the staff knew he had been transferred basically as punishment. If word got around it could make the next three months that much more difficult if any of the officers got a chip on their shoulder about it. Not to mention, the pool of people who would want to drift with a troublemaker was, in Yuri's experience, smaller. But that was probably a good thing, here.

There were plenty of benign reasons he could have been transferred, though, like inability to find a drift partner in Alaska--and that was technically true for him, too.

[inurhead]

It's definitely news to Yancy. He schools it away quickly, but for a second his face registers a hint of surprise. He thought he'd seen all there was to bother seeing at the academy, but transfers? They didn't used to transfer people. They used to toss people out on their ass. Even strong drift partners. He'd nearly learned that from experience himself. The kid was lucky to be here, then. Yancy could relate to that, even if seeking out a good drift partner had never been part of his worries.

Best not to call attention to that. Even if it was going to become a normal thing soon, it wasn't now. So even though the urge to chide the kid about his 'sir' problem was a lot stronger knowing he wasn't too new to handle a little ribbing, Yancy left it alone. Guys on their second chances didn't tend to need it anyway. Instead he nodded and glanced up inland, somewhere far into the distance. Had he ever talked to this kid in Alaska? Had they simply lived in the same little world and never crossed paths at all? The program there was set up differently. It wouldn't be a huge surprise. At least it gave him a response to work with that wouldn't cause the kid any undue attention if someone overheard.

"So did I."

[protagerrant]

"I know, sir, I saw you around a couple times." But never said hello. Back in Alaska, Yuri had made it a point to avoid superiors whenever possible: a decision that had probably kept him in the academy a lot longer. He had been too introspective, and reckless because of it.

He hadn't expected that to change, but... The transfer to Valparaiso had run him smack into some game-changing surprises. It was all, Yuri was sure, going to end in disaster, but the change in focus was oddly refreshing.

[inurhead]

Adjusting to authority was difficult for a lot of people, and even those with plenty of experience under their belts occasionally balked at it. Yancy knew that well, one if them was in his head on a regular basis. Avoiding the people you could learn from wasn't a great choice, but it was a human choice. At least the propaganda hadn't brainwashed the kid like it was supposed to. "It's a big 'dome."

[protagerrant]

He nods, no other reply ready. In public, the things a cadet and superior could talk about were pretty limited, and Yuri had never been one for talking about the weather.

"I plan on a longer tenure here than in Alaska, so I'll be seeing you around, sir." Probably a little too informal, once again, but he tried to sound a little more respectful on the follow-up. "Are you going to be doing any formal instructing?"

[inurhead]

"There's been some discussion of that." Yancy responds again. Wait and see, kid.

[protagerrant]

Man, so much hush-hush.

"Huh," Yuri says thoughtfully. Well, it wasn't an outright no, and he thought he'd heard something about the younger Becket bother doing informal spars in the kwoon combat room. Any chance to fight someone with that much experience, there was no way Yuri was going to pass it up. "If you are, I'll be sure to be a diligent student, sir." That was just a little cheeky--mostly because he was sincere, at its heart.

[inurhead]

"Good to hear." Yancy answers, also sincere. He's looking forward to getting to have more of a hand in these things when it works around his schedule. It pays to stay on your toes.

[protagerrant]

"'Til then," Yuri says, figuring he's about at his limit of 'sir-ing' for one conversation, especially a voluntary one. "I don't want to hold you up." Not that Yancy looked in a hurry. "Permission to be dismissed?"

The slight questioning tone was more because he really didn't remember when he was supposed to ask. Did it count when he was the one who started the conversation?

[inurhead]

Technically, the kid's already dismissed himself. But Yancy isn't going to call him out on it. He's got to know that anyway, if he's already been around the block once. Let the DS's work the kid over. Maybe they'll even teach him how to salute. Forgetting that could definitely get him in trouble with the wrong guy.

At any rate, there wasn't any incentive to hold a cadet captive for no good reason, so Yancy nodded. "Dismissed, cadet."