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jaegeracademy2014-02-23 06:29 pm
inurhead) wrote in jaegeracademy2014-02-23 06:29 pm
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Group Log : Q&A Session 001
Characters: Any/all
Location: The Meeting Hall
Date/Time: Sunday afternoon
Summary: Q&A with a Ranger. All Rangers and staff welcome to answer Q&A. All cadets are invited to the session, but attendance is not mandatory.
Additional Notes: Start your own threads, jack some of mine, go nuts. This is just another mingle post but it's also meant to be informative ICly. Other staff and Rangers showing up for interactions with the cadets is wholeheartedly encouraged.
The meeting hall, like every other area of the Shatterdome, has the feel of an industrial environment. The walls are lined with bleachers on three sides, while the forth side has a platform and podium. In the middle are rows of chairs, desks, and tables. It's clear that a large audience can be accommodated by the room when there's need, though the group that gathers there today isn't nearly enough to fill it.
Cadets will be directed to sit at some of the tables closer to the podium when they arrive, and given scratch paper to take notes on. Staff will be directed to the large table on the podium, which has a row of conference microphones, lamps, and water pitchers already set up. Everything is neat, cool, and professional. The fluorescent lighting and stern expressions of the support staff encourage a sombre attitude, but if anyone is looking up toward the podium they might catch at least one of the Rangers smiling as he peeks out from behind the curtains during the initial set up. He's wearing something like a wetsuit at the moment, though it won't be fully visible until he emerges for the demonstration.
Sharpen your pencils and have a seat, guys. You might even learn something.
Location: The Meeting Hall
Date/Time: Sunday afternoon
Summary: Q&A with a Ranger. All Rangers and staff welcome to answer Q&A. All cadets are invited to the session, but attendance is not mandatory.
Additional Notes: Start your own threads, jack some of mine, go nuts. This is just another mingle post but it's also meant to be informative ICly. Other staff and Rangers showing up for interactions with the cadets is wholeheartedly encouraged.
The meeting hall, like every other area of the Shatterdome, has the feel of an industrial environment. The walls are lined with bleachers on three sides, while the forth side has a platform and podium. In the middle are rows of chairs, desks, and tables. It's clear that a large audience can be accommodated by the room when there's need, though the group that gathers there today isn't nearly enough to fill it.
Cadets will be directed to sit at some of the tables closer to the podium when they arrive, and given scratch paper to take notes on. Staff will be directed to the large table on the podium, which has a row of conference microphones, lamps, and water pitchers already set up. Everything is neat, cool, and professional. The fluorescent lighting and stern expressions of the support staff encourage a sombre attitude, but if anyone is looking up toward the podium they might catch at least one of the Rangers smiling as he peeks out from behind the curtains during the initial set up. He's wearing something like a wetsuit at the moment, though it won't be fully visible until he emerges for the demonstration.
Sharpen your pencils and have a seat, guys. You might even learn something.
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Yeah Chuck -- doesn't have much experience with kids books or being read to.
"Uh--"
Raleigh leans in and Chuck kind of shifts and scowls, because he knows he's not supposed to be talking about this stuff with anyone that isn't top level PPDC.
Or anyone that doesn't happen to be named Herc Hansen.
"Maybe," he ventures, lifting his shoulders into a shrug, like he's as clueless as Raleigh.
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But he sees that and realizes Chuck must be absolutely sworn to secrecy and relents, one hand held up in a passive gesture. He's just as curious as anyone. But no pressure.
"Fair enough. I was just thinking, the whole program here is supposed to be matching up solo pilots. And as far as anyone knows, you are."
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Well. It's Raleigh. It's hard to not want to spill something like this to Becket.
"I'm not."
He's not a solo pilot. He'll give Raleigh that much.
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That's all he really needs to put the picture together.
"Heard a little chatter about you having interviews with cadets. Thought I'd ask."
It's always, always best to get information straight from the source. The amount of rumors about Raleigh are hilarious. Especially once the internet fangirl machine gets a hold of them.
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And it hadn't gone horribly, he'd just.
Been annoyed, because he'd already done shit like that and he has a co-pilot and it was tedious.
Girl'd been pretty nice, though.
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"One of the initiatives is to see if multiple partners can be assigned to a Drift team. Like the Chinese, I guess." But he has no idea how that would work with three separate people. Most people can't even find one person to drift with much less more than that. Unless your Hercules Hansen, apparently, who seems to be drift compatible with just about everyone...maybe a side effect of early tech development.
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He's pretty sure he's too much of a pain in the ass for anyone to want to try with, anyway -- which is fine with him.
"You into that, mate?"
You want someone other than Yancy in your head?
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"No, Yancy and I have it down. A third party would only make it weird, you know? I think it might be too much to adjustment."
And then there is, of course, the underlying horror of what might happen were one of them to be injured or otherwise incapacitated. Or killed... he can't even imagine what he might do. Definitely not look for another Drift partner, absolutely not. How would anyone ever be able to replace Yancy?
He shudders to think about it.
"There's a pilot here looking for a new partner. Simon Gryber. He's a Mach 3" Just like him. "Piloted Helix Plunge out of Japan."
Everyone knows the story. His copilot wounded during a battle and dying shortly after.
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"Think I heard about that, yeah."
It's kind of scary, yes -- but not enough for Chuck to back down.
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"Mmm." And that's about all Raleigh has to say on that incredibly depressing subject.
"So Striker, tell me about her. I've only seen the promo video thing they did when they announced her commissioning."
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Chuck's face breaks into a smile.
"Aw, mate -- y'haven't seen nothing yet, wait'll you see Striker up close and in person, bloody gorgeous--"
And oh, Raleigh.
Chuck is literally not going to shut up unless you interrupt him.
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"Can I see her?"
His face lights up, danish forgotten in his lap.
Funny, he'd just been lamenting to Yancy the night before bout wanting to climb around on Striker and check out the newest model on earth.
Yancy had made a quip about him falling out of love with Gipsy which had earned him a cuff to the head.
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If Raleigh's willing to listen, Chuck is going to ramble on and on and on about specs and parts and this and that and the other.
"Yeah." He quiets though, leans in a little.
"Not technically supposed to be up there, but I could take you into the conn-pod, yeah?"
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It's exactly what he wants.
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Fucking -- brilliant.
"We'll have to wait til it's darker, yeah? Easier to slip by everyone."
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But it's just then he sees Yancy wave to grab his attention. Looks like this chat is over.
Raleigh nods back and pulls himself up, stopping to clap Chuck on the shoulder.
"Huuft, I'm being summoned. I'll see you later, okay?"
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"Sure. You lemme know when you wanna go."
He looks vaguely disappointed Raleigh's leaving, but -- fine.
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He answers with a wink before sauntering off to see what his brother wants.
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"Uh, sure--"
Raleigh's gone, thank fucking God, because Chuck is turning a funny shade of bright purple.
Fucking Beckets.