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

Excalibur brand pistol

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[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.

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... 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?

[spellfile]

Sometime this week, yeah. Hopefully before they ship you out to go fight anything, at least.

[65]

[He takes the gun out of the box to examine it further and ... delicately cradle it in his hands. In a manly way.]

I guess they don't waste any time with the shipping.

[spellfile]

[The fuck] ... We try to cut out the six to eight weeks for delivery time, yeah.

[65]

[OMG HE IS NOT THAT WEIRD OK. At least he's not trying to look down the barrel like the magnificent ~~King Arthur~~.]

Is there a range on the grounds?

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[Zero missed that ~adventure~, ok] Indoor range. Second floor, in the training room.

[65]

[That sounds more exciting than this orientation, but it would probably be a bad idea to just get up and leave. After turning the gun around in his hands one more time, he lets it drop back into the case.]

Can't wait to get a crack at it.

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[He snorts, as if unimpressed] Just don't go getting all trigger happy like some of the noobs around here.

[chiakiyoshida]

[Somewhere in the background, Chiaki is giving him a Look over her glasses like 'did you seriously just use the word noob, omg'.]

[65]

A noob? [what the fuck is that????]

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The new kids. [WHAT DON'T LOOK AT HIM LIKE THAT YOU DON'T KNOW HIS LIFE]

[65]

Oh. [which sound more like an uhhhhhh-huh.]

[chiakiyoshida]

[Chiaki mutters under her breath:] You'd better not even start talking about pwning people.

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Do you want your equipment or not?

[chiakiyoshida]

As long as we aren't keeping you from important online gaming commitments.

[She likes you, Zero, really. She's just bitchy about it.]

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You ask me, things were better in the days of Zork.

[chiakiyoshida]

Oh, yeah, if you like being eaten by grues. Suppose it beats murlocs, though.

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[A snort of total contempt] What made the damn grue so intimidating was no one having a blinking clue what it was. The unknown's always a helluva lot scarier than some pixel beast.