[ 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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[europeanunion]

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.

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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?"