EQUIPMENT ORIENTATION ♔ monday evening

[badexample]

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, October 7th, 7:00pm
HOW || actionspam

Andrew fidgets while he waits for the squires to show. He's waiting inside the lab, behind its "Biohazard" labelled doors. Once people begin to show up, he offers a stammering greeting and does his best to seem like he knows what he's doing. The sad part is, he DOES know what he's doing... He's just bad with people. 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 says with an awkward smile 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. Andrew moves to shift from one foot to the other on the other side of the stainless steel table.

Comments

[pathology]

I'm not a baby sitter. [but to her credit, she does stay and monitor his breathing. SO THERE.]

[badexample]

[Andrew hurries away and comes back with some sort of amped up smelling salts (probably infused with magic idk). He brings it close to his squire's face, not really aiming so much for his nose. HE'S KIND OF FREAKING OUT HERE.]

Wake up, man. Come on...

[fixyourproblem]

[Luckily, the smelling salt is as strong as dragon's breath and is more effective than a kiss from dragon-slaying prince. Brantley opens his eyes and still lying down on the floor, he mumbles a few words.]

Ugh..... What....Ugh...

[pathology]

[awww... precious.] Up and at 'em, sunshine.

[badexample]

[Andrew actually breathes a sigh of relief.]

Oh thank god...

How do you feel?

[fixyourproblem]

[He raises his upper body and sits on the floor.]

Ummm.... Not so good...

What.. happened?

[Still disoriented, he holds his head with his right hand.]

[badexample]

Bow tie sort of... knocked you out.

[fixyourproblem]

Yeah... I think... I remember a bit. Sorry...

[He jiggles his head.]

[badexample]

[Andrew just awkwardly pats him on the back.]

Just... be more careful next time, alright?

[fixyourproblem]

So which one of you did the wake up-kiss? I do hope it was from the beautiful princess.

[Even after losing a fight against a bow tie, Brantley doesn't forget to flirt with the nearest girl. He smiles charmingly at Astrid(cha 17, total 20) and completely forgets that he is in the middle of an orientation.]

[pathology]

[will save 13 — gurl is smitten. she gives him a big stupid grin (and completely forgets how she was being mean to him while he was unconscious...) ] No, you had it in you all along.

[badexample]

[Andrew glances between them because... really? How is it that everyone can talk to women but him??? He just rolls his eyes and gets up to go wander off and help someone else. He's not hanging around to be a third wheel for flirty times.]

[fixyourproblem]

[Brantley stands up. Also due to the aftereffect of the gas, his brain can only process one thing at the time. Unfortunately, that processing power goes to Astrid, not his mentor or the orientation.(wis 9)]

Too bad, I was kinda hoping I would get one.

[And he makes some kind of sad puppy face.]

Maybe next time?

[He smiles again, this time a little bit less dazzling but still effective nonetheless.(cha 16.)]

[pathology]

[will save 15. still a little smitten, but slowly coming to her senses...]

All you had to do was ask. [she leans in to kiss him — only on the cheek, though.] There's a preview.

[fixyourproblem]

[Wow, that's quite unexpected. Brantley smiles happily like a 9-years-old getting an ice cream.]

I guess I'll have to wait for the full release.

[pathology]

Guess so! [she stops crouching down next to him and hops to her feet.] Ciao~ [and flounces away to take apart more fancy gadgets.]