Group Log : Q&A Session 001

[inurhead]

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.

Comments

[inurhead]

"Watch it, Cadet." Yancy snorts, relaxing slightly. That was one way to shake off the afternoon nap desires. Give him a heart attack and all.

It's not an actual warning, there's no danger of sparking a genuine misunderstanding. But this particular cadet's a bit light on the manners in a room full of staff that could step in and give the kid hell if they wanted to. The smart ones sometimes are, and this one looks intelligent. It's nothing new. But getting a write up in the first week blows. Might as well help him avoid it until he's at least got a foot in the door.

After that, he gives the introduction the kid is asking after, including the first name that they're not supposed to be using. No one's going to write Yancy up in this room. "That's right. Ranger Becket, Yancy. Just a few years older than Ranger Becket."

[chosethewar]

Dark brows crept upwards in the face of that chastisement but if the cadet was feeling particularly cowed, it didn't register on his face. "I wasn't trying to be forward, sir."

He'd recognized Yancy Becket of course, but Tom was still getting used to the whole paramilitary thing and apparently he'd already stepped into it. He just had to hope the guy wasn't as prickly as say that new kid piloting the Australian Jaeger. "How are we supposed to tell the two of your apart if you're both Ranger Becket then, sir? Doesn't that get a little confusing?"

holy balls I'm slow this week SORRY

[inurhead]

Luckily for Tom the Beckets were about as far from prickly as military guys ever came. If he'd been talking to Raleigh he probably wouldn't have even gotten the caution there, but it was programmed right into the core of Yancy's being to look out for the younger ones after a lifetime of doing exactly that. Standing on ceremony was generally only considered important to either Becket as far as it was necessary not to get into the sort of trouble that would result in a military action. A little trouble, on the other hand, they generally agreed was just fine.

"Good question. You'll have to ask someone else, though. I always know which one I am."