equipment orientation ♔ sunday afternoon

[spellfile]

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

Credit Cards

[spellfile]

[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?

[spellfile]

Because it's not exactly American Express.

[mellifluence]

A step above Discover and below American Express--got it. [But right now it makes a pretty good fan.]

[65]

[He has NO FREAKING CLUE about what either of those are, but she's so adorable that the comment makes him chuckle under his breath.]

[spellfile]

[Knock it off, kiddos] Any other questions?

[mellifluence]

[It's a good thing she doesn't actually flush easily. She turns her head to look at Finnick and smile, but as soon as Hughes says anything she snaps her attention back.

Right, she was paying attention. But she's still smiling to herself when she shakes her head and busies herself with replacing the card in the envelope.]

[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?

[chiakiyoshida]

[Helpfully:] They keep those in an outbuilding, along with the chemical and bioweapons.

[No, she's kidding, really. She has no idea. Too bad it's not terribly evident from her face and tone of voice.]

[lear]

Oh, good gracious.

[ Lear pulls a bit of a face. The ability to keep that sort of power on the mothersoil, as it were, means the organization has more influence than she'd expected. ]

[spellfile]

[Oh my god, you guys] That was a joke.

[chiakiyoshida]

[Still deadpanning.] I thought having a sense of humour was forbidden in the Knights. That's how Wynn behaves, anyway.

[lear]

[ Now that, she'll laugh at. ]

If that were true, I'm afraid I'd have to take my leave.

[spellfile]

[He figures now he has to be VERY LITERAL with you people] We don't build big bombs. Just minor explosives.

[lear]

Well, that's all right then!

[ Yeah, bet everyone sure is relieved to have Lear's stamp of approval. ]