equipment orientation ♔ sunday afternoon

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WHO || Gregor Hughes, Chiaki Yoshida, Haymitch Abernathy, Rayna Valentine, Fyrel Lear, Finnick Odair
WHAT || Equipment Briefing
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Dragon's Hoard Laboratory
WHEN || Sunday, March 4th, 4:00pm
HOW || Actionspam; don't feel obligated to tag all threads! Just whichever ones you want to play out your char's reactions to / questions

For starters, Sir Hughes is late to the equipment briefing by a good fifteen minutes.  Yep.  Sorry, guys.  When he does finally show up, he's coming down the hall in ridiculously casual wear, as if maybe he just rolled out of bed.  He mumbles an apology as he pats his pockets down to try and locate his card, before finally discovering it was tucked behind his ear with an "Aha!"  He fumbles it through the reader, and the doors labelled "Biohazard"  slide open.

He guides them through the bizarre multi-storied library and up the steps, beyond the models suspended from the ceiling that look like space age designs for jet planes, cars, boats, and any number of other things.  At the end of the balcony he swipes his card through the reader with a much higher degree of ease and then ushers them all inside.

"Well c'mon, c'mon, don't got all day," he mutters, even if he was the one who ... showed up late.  The doors  depress with a space age his. 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.

"This is one part of the lab, where the Hoard does their research and general... bomb-building or whatever," he says, waving a hand vaguely in that direction as he heads for the left hand side of the room.  He places his palm on a panel there until the red light blinks green, and then moves into the narrower space there - a long room with rows of labelled cases and cabinets with transparent glass revealing what's inside.

Comments

Waiting for Zero to show up...

[spellfile]

[Yeah, he's late, so you're all probably going to have a chance to gather and chat first. And possibly give up on waiting around.]

[chiakiyoshida]

[Great. Her mentor is the least punctual person ever. This totally bodes well for her training. Chiaki leans against the wall and pulls her mobile out of her pocket, tapping through a few apps while she waits.]

[mellifluence]

[Thank god she's back in normal clothes, it makes everything seem less...overwhelming. She arrives on time and glances over at Chiaki.]

Hi. [It's said softly enough that she can ignore it if she wants, but at least it's out there, and then she goes about pushing her hair over her shoulder and smoothing wrinkles out of her sundress in order to give herself something to do.

Yeah, she's never had one of those fancy phones. And she's a little curious about what Chiaki is doing, but she won't intrude.]

[chiakiyoshida]

[Chiaki glances up from her phone and gives her a slight smile.] Hello. It seems that Sir Hughes is having a bit of trouble with punctuality.

[mellifluence]

[She'll take that smile as permission to keep talking.] Something probably came up. This place seems busy.

[And here she is, making excuses for some guy she doesn't know.]

Um--you're Chiaki, right? Or, Sir Yoshida. [She has no idea how she should address people here.]

Credit Cards

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[He swings around to the other side of the stainless steel table, reaching a hand over to messily spread the five envelopes with your names on them out so you can read them.] Alright, so what've we got here...

[He picks up one of them: Finnick's and squeezes it so that he can peer inside] Oh, right! [He drops that again and looks across the spread, indicating they should grab theirs] Credit cards, for mission expenses. Anything you need, just slap this baby down. They'll accept 'em almost anywhere. [Each card is silver, with this logo branded on it, and the words KARTHUR INSTITUTE across the top]

[mellifluence]

[Turning the card over and over in her hand, Rayna is momentarily lost in thought. She's not used to money being given so freely and her family could probably use it more, but she'd feel too bad siphoning money from somewhere, even for them.]

Almost anywhere? [She's more curious if there's anywhere the Knights' influence doesn't extend.]

[spellfile]

S'what I said. [Still, he gruffly adds:] That they take credit cards, at least. You might have trouble at some of the smaller places - ma and pa kind of whatevers that think it seems fishy.

[mellifluence]

Why would they think that?

[lear]

[ Lear is still sort of hung up on what he said earlier. ]

Bomb building.

[ She pops each b. ]

That was a joke, wasn't it?

[spellfile]

Wasn't like I was talking about nukes.

[lear]

You mean, nuclear weaponry?

Excalibur brand pistol

[spellfile]

[Next, he goes to pick up one of five aluminum cases on the floor, turning it this way and that before finally setting it down on the table and hitting the clasps to open it] If it's firepower you're looking for, everybody gets one of these, company-issued. 'Course you can't use it in the field unless you get certified for it by the Dragon's Hide: try taking it out there before one of them tells you you can and you might find your ass in a jam with the big guy.

If you've used a gun before, though, just show 'em you know what you're doin' and you'll be clear to do what you want. Might not even want a gun, but no one's gonna hold one to your head and make you take it out that door.

[Inside the case is a weapon that looks something like this, except that it also has the Knight's symbol of a dragon on the handle, and the words EXCALIBUR across the barrel. Below it are located several 17 shot magazines and a silencer]

[65]

[They have guns in Panem, but the little people non-Capitol/non-military-ish people don't get to handle them. Kids in the Games have to duke it out with old school weapons. So, when Finnick picks his case up off the floor, sets it on the table, and opens it, he peers down into the box with a certain amount of fascination.]

Is this all we get? [he takes a second to realize he sounds like a greedy brat and amends with:] I thought there would be more weapons.

[spellfile]

... That's just the bare minimum, kid. [Yep. 'Boy', 'kid', Finnick gets all the condescending nicknames from the old man club] Armory's upstairs if you like your weapons a little more pointy.

[65]

[Just what he always wanted. 8| Oh well, that manages to cheer him up somehow.] Do we get to go there for orientation?

Gadgetry

[spellfile]

Now if you're looking for something with a little more style, we've got you covered for that too. Anything you see in here's been lab tested and approved for use in the field, so you can come check it out before you head on a mission. Not just weapons, though we've got those here too - grenades, explosives, that kind of thing - but also infiltration gear, top of the line. James Bond gear, you know the type. Unless you're from the Shadow World, then you probably have no idea what I'm talking about.

[He looks across your faces, before deciding he can't tell by looking at any of you. YOU ALL LOOK THE SAME TO HIM.] Here, this one's the favorite right now. [He yanks a man's wristwatch out of a case, and hits a button on either side, causing the face to suddenly sprout tiny blades and spin rapidly like a buzzsaw] Plus, it's got lasers.

[chiakiyoshida]

[Chiaki isn't terribly impressed by the blade-watch, but the rest of the stuff looks pretty cool. She's just going to move over to the stuff and kind of poke at a few things.]

[spellfile]

You got somethin' special you're looking for?

[chiakiyoshida]

Just browsing, really. I prefer things that are a little more subtle than a bladed laser watch.

[killarevolution]

[It's around this time that Haymitch realizes he's the oldest person here except for the dude doing the orientation and he feels like Billy Madison. If he knew who that was.

And, man, all this weird shit seems so familiar to him in a way. Shame he can't remember it. And, anyway, it seems a little excessive.] What do you use it for? A distraction? Doesn't seem very practical.

[spellfile]

[He fixes Haymitch with an almost 'bitch plz' kind of stare. If he cared enough to bitch plz about anything] For cutting things. [The "genius" is strongly implied]

[killarevolution]

Funny. Thought that's what a knife is for. [Genius.]

[lear]

[ Lear doesn't appear to have quite the age gap of the others, though then, she hasn't been withered by twenty-for years straight of intoxication. But she's riiiight there with him on the impracticality. ]

To look like the sort of person who can afford unnecessary gadgets, I should imagine.

[killarevolution]

And what good is that? Only useful until they stop working.