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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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[counterattacked]

Turning over personal effects

Eren doesn't expect to take very long with this part of processing. He's got little to sort out of his belongings, little to turn over in the first place. But there is the old fashioned key hung on the cord around his neck. And he pauses despite himself after pulling it over and off his head. Takes a moment to study it, as if committing the dings and scratches in the surface to memory, mouth drawn into a tight and tense line.

The last thing he has left of home, (of him,) and not entirely in a good way. The door that it opens had no doubt been destroyed with the rest of Oakland. Along with whatever had even been kept down there. It doesn't matter, does it? But he's held onto it all this time anyway.

He exhales sharply through his nose, as if to vent his frustration, or his irritation, or his anxiety, then wraps the cord around the key and hands it over with the rest of his things. He doesn't need it anymore.

Under 18 Barracks

They'd mostly made their way on their own for the past seven years. For a long time, Eren had been too angry and too proud to accept much in the way of charity or government aid, but the cooler heads of his companions had prevailed long enough to keep their heads down and to keep them warm and fed until they were old enough to earn their own keep. So in some ways, it's good to know they won't have to think about where their next meal is coming from here. And that they're going to earn every one in the defense of humanity.

So the sparseness of the accommodations is a small price to pay. (He'd sleep on the floor of the damn hangar if it meant getting a shot at being a Ranger.) After setting his bag down on the floor, he drops down against the bottom to try it out— and he does it with enough of his usual measure of reckless energy to rattle the frame. It shakes audibly, but holds fast. For now, this is home. They made it.

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The rattling confuses Leila for a brief moment, looking up from her occupation of neatly folding and pressing their issued clothing. Without her portable steamer, tucked away along with her personal belongings in her second luggage, keeping her clothes from getting wrinkled is going to be a tough one. Ironing their uniform was protocol back in the Naval college but it doesn't seem to be the case here in the Academy. So she'll have to make do with carefully sorting them all out.

"Is everything all right?" she asks from her seat on the floor on the opposite side of the hall, her hands moving on its own to fold the last white shirt in place.

He seems to be as tensed as many of the other Cadets who've just arrived with them but that's to be expected given it's their first day. It's not at all different when she's first gone to Dartmouth, all nerves and high energy. She thinks it'll either soon mellow down (a week will soon feel like a month with the routine) or it'll even get more pent up with the coming training.

[counterattacked]

He's fine, mostly. As fine as he ever is. Better, even, now that he's got something to do with himself that matters. He's just sort of a hazard sometimes, because Eren's natural state of being is to approach most anything with the same breakneck concentration and reckless enthusiasm, which translates pretty dangerously to a lot of things. Bunk beds among them.

He'd leaned back onto the bed for a minute or two just to get his bearings, and he hoists himself upright again when Leila asks after him. Settles his bootheels against the floor and leans against the bedpost and frowns down at her folding her things on the floor. (He should...probably do that, at some point. In a minute.)

"We're here, aren't we?" he answers, looking sort of puzzled at the concern and sort of defensive that she seems to think he needs asking. Reflexively, he glances up to find Mikasa at her own bunk in the distance, but his looks back down at Leila quickly enough. He's fine, he can handle himself. They're on their way to becoming Rangers, and that's what matters. "Why wouldn't it be?"