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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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Chuck sort of watches, then reaches out and snags a few carrots once the hand is out of the way.
"Like what kinda things?"
Please, inflate his ego. He needs it.
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Chuck sets records only to break them himself.
"Youngest to enter the Academy, youngest to step in a jaeger, on schedule to pilot the only Mark V in existence..."
Yes, Chuck's track record is shaping up nicely.
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It was a turn of phrase that he was careful with, much like 'bless his heart' for little old Southern ladies. Between posture, tone of voice, and the list of accomplishments, Mike could see Chuck's ego, and it was just as big as the jaeger he piloted. He'd have to be careful navigating this particular conversation to keep from saying exactly the wrong thing and getting his ass kicked out of the program.
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"What'd you say your name was, mate?"
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Chuck has to shift his plate around, but he does take the offered hand and give it a firm shake. He introduces himself anyway because it's polite, even though it's obvious he's pretty well known already.
"Seems like a lotta cadets wanderin' around." Mike's got a good shot at finding someone, he thinks.
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And that, at least, was the truth. Part of him felt sure that Chuck was one of the rare ones. The rest of him was taking bets against the other part.
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In fact, he agrees. Chuck knows that he's a pretty rare case.
"They are," he says, dropping his hand and shifting the plate back into his dominant hand. "Suppose you might be waitin' a bit." He pauses and considers him, then;
"How old are ya?"
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Chuck doesn't know why the hell he's even asking that - he doesn't need anyone's approval, let alone some twenty-one year old he doesn't even know.
All the same. He's giving Mike an expectant look.
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And this was the part that might get him chucked out.
"But you're still up for your first kill. Once you figure it out in the field, you'll know whether you're in over your head or not."
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"Haven't fucked up in the sims once, my score's perfect." He says sharply, fingers crumpling the edge of his paper plate. "'S not me standin' around with a buncha cadets for a second go round, hoping I can crawl in a cockpit."
He turns to go.
"Good luck, Cadet. You're gonna need it."
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Stunning start, there, he knew, but hell, somebody asks a question and doesn't want the answer... that's not his fault.