[ 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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[chosethewar]

"Pleasure to meet you as well Cadet Blackwater." Okay, here he was trying to be civil but if she was going to be nasty to him, why should he let that sort of challenge go unmet?

Feigning a pleasant smile, Tom leaned back on the bed.

"Tell me, Cadet Blackwater. Are you this crabby with everyone or is it my sparkling personality? Because I must say I've been nothing but civil with you in the short time we've been acquainted. I'm certainly not going to apologize for being polite or using the manners my mother instilled in me as a child. But as you've made your point abundantly clear I'll be sure to address you properly from here on out."

He was the picture of sincerity but there was definitely a hint of rebuke in his words.

[reengineered]

Looking him over, she decided she wasn't all that impressed. He was some average guy, looked normal, sounded normal, and wasn't flinching at her combativeness. Maybe she was made of sarcasm for the moment, but she had come here to earn respect, to be more than some lonely, isolated little girl. If she kept acting like this, all she'd do was isolate herself more. She had to learn to work with people if she was ever going to Drift with anyone.

Swallowing her pride wasn't fun.

I don't like being called "miss". It reminds me of home. It was written carefully this time, and handed over to him properly. There wasn't a hint of apology there, but no smile, either. Just a neutral expression.

[chosethewar]

He certainly looked normal but he was here which meant he was just as intent on attaining the same goals as Lucy. They were both here to learn how to fight monsters.

"Look, I don't want to want to fight with you. What say we start off again? I won't call you 'miss' you won't scowl as me, huh?"

Tom didn't had any trouble swallowing his pride. Mainly because the last thing he wanted to do was cause a ruckus on his first day of training. Not to mention they would have to work together for God only knew how long. He couldn't afford to get kicked out the Jaeger Academy, he literally had nothing left for him back in the States. No home, no possessions, nothing to tie him down and no family to worry over his fate.

[reengineered]

With a shrug, she gestured as though to say she was fine with it, even if she still looked a bit prickly. She didn't want to fight, either. She wanted respect and she wanted to be anything but the little girl she once was. Nothing was left for her either, and there was no point in dwelling on it or trying to fight it.

So she extended a hand toward him and waited to see if he'd take it. They could shake on a truce.

[chosethewar]

Tom accepted the proffered hand without hesitation and squeezed Lucy's hand in the time-honored tradition of a handshake. The dark haired man's grip was firm but he didn't try and macho bullshit like trying to squeeze too tight or shake too vigorously.

"Right, well now that we're off on the correct foot again. You can call me Tom, by the way. Cadet Haynes gets a little wordy. Though not as much as your name I suppose."

[reengineered]

Nodding, she pulled her hand back and almost moved to sign something, but thought better of it. Instead, she reached for her notepad again and scribbled hastily: Nice to meet you. You took the bed I wanted.

But she handed it over with a faint smile, one that spoke volumes about her own current awkwardness and nervousness.