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

[expect]

Raleigh isn't wrong. Part of him wants to protest somewhere, make it a rule that if you can't drive a car you shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a gigantic robot training program; the rest of him feels old just feeling that in the first place. He starts to smile wryly in response, his face a look of amused commiseration, you're telling me into the lip of his cup — and then he glances aside and sees who is complaining, and his eyebrows slowly rise up to his hairline. "No," he says firmly. "You're about twenty, you're not allowed to complain about kids these days."

[righthemisphere]

Raleigh looks over with a smile before pulling it into something closer to a pout.

"Twenty two."

But...clearly still young enough where that matters. Pretty freshly twenty-two as well. But the minimum age is, what, 14? That can't be right. Not even old enough to drive.

"Raleigh Becket." He states, extending his closest hand.

[expect]

"Rory Williams," he replies, offering his left. He has to reach awkwardly across himself to do so, but his right hand is currently occupied with a paper cup of tea. "I saw you at the thing," he adds, nodding over towards the stage.

[righthemisphere]

"A pleasure to meet you, Rory." And he quirks a brow.

"Oh yeah?" He glances back over to the demo area and the group of girls that have cornered his brother before coming back to his own goodies and nibbling on a piece of bacon from his sandwich.

"Is that an English accent? Are you with K-Sci?" He asks, grasping at straws but knowing that the main K-Science hub is in the UK, all the major facilities, anyway. And he figures Rory looks like he could be a scientist.

[expect]

"Sorry, no," Rory says, wondering if he looks like a scientist. Well, he did get really good marks on his A-level… "I mean, no, sorry, I'm not a scientist. I'm a nurse. Uh- medical staff, here. Also English." It's one of those sentences where even as he says it, he realises how terribly put together it is. He slowly winces and tries to look like he's not wincing.

[righthemisphere]

He has to think about all that for a moment before it makes sense. Oh, right. Medical. Okay, he can see that.

"So if I get my ass kicked it's you I come looking for, huh. Good to know."

And really, between actual fights and occasionally...maybe doing something stupid it is actually good to know who to come slinking to when he needs it.

"How are you liking Chile? I don't know about you but this heat is killing me."

Says the man in the leather jacket..

[expect]

He nods at Raleigh's first statement; that is why he's here; and then shrugs and eyes his jacket in a totally subtle and non judgemental way. Because that's what Rory does. "I've been mostly in the Philippines the last few years," he sighs, because complaining about the weather is a British National Pastime, "so I'm a bit used to it. I never thought I'd miss rain and not being quite sure if the sun was an actual thing or not."

[righthemisphere]

"Ah" Raleigh answers with a nod, looking over his jacket with a light frown -- shut up Rory -- before giving a light shrug.

"Well, you'll get plenty of it now. We were in London for a few days last year on press tour. I think I remember there being sun..but it might have just been a big cut out." You can never be too sure.