EQUIPMENT ORIENTATION ♔ monday evening

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WHO || Andrew Gatewood and any/all Knights who haven't attended an equipment orientation yet
WHAT || Equipment Briefing
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Dragon's Hoard Laboratory
WHEN || Monday, July 7th, evening {forward dated}
HOW || actionspam

Anyone showing up to equipment orientation would find a very tall, curly haired man leaned against a wall. He's waiting inside the lab, behind its "Biohazard" labelled doors. Once people begin to show up, he offers a quick greeting and a brief smile, gesturing for them to continue on while he waits for the rest. People are free to look around at the grand library while he waits for the proper head count. Once he thinks everyone has arrived, he takes them up the steps. A great deal of models are suspended from the ceiling that look like space age designs for jet planes, cars, boats, and any number of other things. There are other objects that are much more inexplicable: a giant silver ball, suspended by several rods, for example.

There's another set of doors at the end of the balcony, and he swipes his access card through a reader beside them. They depress with a space age hiss. revealing a clean white laboratory, with rows and rows of tables and lab equipment set up. Numerous knights buzz around in white lab coats, working under microscopes and on computers, conferring over a number of projects.

"Just a bit further." He calls over his shoulder as he waves to a few of the lab techs that he knows. There's a door on the left side of the room with a panel that he presses his hand to, causing the light to change from red to green, unlocking the door for the group.

Beyond is a very long room, with rows of labelled cases and cabinets with transparent glass revealing what's inside. He puts both hands on the edge of the table and takes a deep breath to begin.

Comments

[killingtodeath]

[That conversation is... interesting. But it basically looks like Lydia is telling some bitches to sit down, so he's not concerned about jumping in. He's distracted though.]

Huh? Oh... Yeah? You think? [He can't help but smile at the thought.] I could get a tux and everything.

[theminotaur]

And a car. [ she feels like that would be Important, too. ] Lydia could be your M.

[killingtodeath]

[Well now he's going to have weird secret agent fantasies about Lydia. Again. I mean...

He laughs again, shaking his head like 'oh you' but then he suddenly looks a little sad.]

I miss my jeep.

[theminotaur]

[ ... ] Huh?

[killingtodeath]

My car. It didn't come through the Veil. [saddest day]

[theminotaur]

You're... sad. About your car. [ idk if she's judging you, but spoilers, she is judging you, stiles. ]

[killingtodeath]

I loved that car. Love. Still love. Wherever it may be. [u no wat? he doesn't care. judge away. moment of silence for his jeep.

...

okay moving on.]

You want to check out the watch thing?

[theminotaur]

[ moment of judgmental silence. ]

Yeah so long as you don't laser me, I have enough scars. [ SHE IS TRUSTING YOU NOT TO MURDER HER. ]

[killingtodeath]

I promise I will try not to laser you. [Look it might happen.] And if I do, you can laser me back. Deal?

[theminotaur]

...okay, that's fair. [ she still looks hella nervous though because lasers. and... grappling hooks. ] The grappling hook would have come in handy in Port Haven...

[killingtodeath]

Where? [He will just casually shift them both closer to the case. Not rushing her, but figuring he can distract her until they are at the toys and by then hopefully she will be less nervous???]

[theminotaur]

Uh, it's where I lived after I got out of the hospital. [ clears up so much, doesn't it? ]

[killingtodeath]

[His expression sort of asks the question of HOSPITAL??? but he doesn't flat out ask it yet.] Sounds nice. Did you live close to the water? [he thinks it's a port town. welp.]

[theminotaur]

It was in Baltimore. [ there's water there, right??? ]

[killingtodeath]

[idk and neither does he. he's from california okay.]

Do you miss it?

[theminotaur]

No. Why do you think I needed the grappling hook? [ so she could run away. a lot. ]

[killingtodeath]

Because you have a secret desire to be Batman? I just figured we had that in common.

[theminotaur]

[ is that an orphan joke? she doesn't think it is, but her mouth quirks up in a smile because it would have been a good one. ] Does that make Will Alfred?

[killingtodeath]

[it's not but hey if it makes her smile, he will make all the orphan jokes.]

Depends. Can he do a British accent?

[ex_defenestratings377]

I don't think so. But my parents weren't billionaires either, so maybe we can let that slide.

[killingtodeath]

You're really putting a strain on my artistic vision here.

[ex_defenestratings377]

Sounds like a personal problem. [ oh snap. ]

[killingtodeath]

[Oh hey look! They made it to the case. Placing a hand on the edge, he peers inside.]

Okay so, [Reaching in and plucking out a laser watch. Awh yeah.] Any idea how this works?

[ex_defenestratings377]

I think it's that button for the grappling hook. [ it's not. this is going to end badly. (unsure) ] If you're Batman, what would that make Lydia? Catwoman?

[killingtodeath]

Or Batgirl... depending on how she feels about me that day. Probably Catwoman. [It's more of a rivalry with weird connection-like moments that confuse him in the pants region.

He presses the button and... out shoots the grappling hook!]