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voidtreckerexpress2021-04-07 05:17 pm
enthunder) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-04-07 05:17 pm
Kazoo 19 Red Meeting [open]
Who: Red Team, people Who Are Basically In Red Team Let's Be Honest, people who are dating a Red Team member (god im so sorry), etc.
Where: Training Gym
When: Month Kazoo, Day 19. After lunch.
What: It's the monthly red team meeting! This is a free-for-all mingle to have everyone check in and get an idea of what everyone else can do. Prompts will involve reviewing the last mission, giving information, and introducing new characters. "but elle, my character wouldn't attend the meeting!" lightning's not their mom they can skive if they want.
Warnings: will be added if necessary
Sometimes Lightning wishes some of the others who've left were still here to handle things. It's what she'd wanted, back when Tony and the others had stepped in: someone to cut away the irritating chaff and give her something to aim at. To make things less complicated.
Now that someone is her, and it means she has to get over herself. No room for hesitation. And so, as lunchtime is winding down, the clink of plates and empty glasses starting to drown out the sounds of a meal, she taps her knife against her own glass for attention. It's not an unfamiliar announcement, at least.
"Red meeting in the training gym in fifteen minutes. Set your SCAs if you think you'll be late. Anyone else... Come along if you want. It's mission talk, more or less."
---
Even the format of the meeting is familiar. It's worked so far, even if most of the faces have changed since the last time. Odin stands sentinel, the horned crest of his helmet not quite brushing the lights of the carriage, and does little other than shift occasionally. With him not exerting himself, the drain on her eidolith is just lessened enough that she can keep him manifested for long enough to use him as a training dummy.
"Icebreaker time. Last time I asked how you'd take this guy out. This time's the same, except you can't hit her." Her being Buttercup, a scowling twelve-year-old, looking small beside Odin.
The kid clears her throat, and Lightning sighs. "Right. You tell me a way that hits her, she gets a free hit back. A real one."
Everyone gets a turn to answer or discuss, though she doesn't chase anyone not wearing red for a response.
---
While she's mostly happy to let people discuss what they want, she brings several issues up in the course of the meeting:
Several team members overexerted themselves or panicked in the recent mission, and endangered themselves and others. Light doesn't call people out by name, but she definitely makes eye contact with several people around the room. She gets it, she says, but if there's something like that that's gonna keep happening, she wants people to at least tell someone. If it's a fear, a memory, an injury... It doesn't have to be her. Just someone they trust. Preferably as soon as possible.
People are making use of supplies, which is good. She reiterates an offer to help purchase anything important passengers might need for missions, whether components or weaponry, and has a supply list on-hand for passengers to read through. There are weapons and gear available, and she'll fetch anything they might want to try.
[ OOC: Post your own toplevels with new discussion topics! Mingle all you like, I'll have Lightning moderate but this is a discussion for everyone.
For icebreaker 'how I'd take out Odin' responses, use Little One's toplevel! ]
Where: Training Gym
When: Month Kazoo, Day 19. After lunch.
What: It's the monthly red team meeting! This is a free-for-all mingle to have everyone check in and get an idea of what everyone else can do. Prompts will involve reviewing the last mission, giving information, and introducing new characters. "but elle, my character wouldn't attend the meeting!" lightning's not their mom they can skive if they want.
Warnings: will be added if necessary
Sometimes Lightning wishes some of the others who've left were still here to handle things. It's what she'd wanted, back when Tony and the others had stepped in: someone to cut away the irritating chaff and give her something to aim at. To make things less complicated.
Now that someone is her, and it means she has to get over herself. No room for hesitation. And so, as lunchtime is winding down, the clink of plates and empty glasses starting to drown out the sounds of a meal, she taps her knife against her own glass for attention. It's not an unfamiliar announcement, at least.
"Red meeting in the training gym in fifteen minutes. Set your SCAs if you think you'll be late. Anyone else... Come along if you want. It's mission talk, more or less."
Even the format of the meeting is familiar. It's worked so far, even if most of the faces have changed since the last time. Odin stands sentinel, the horned crest of his helmet not quite brushing the lights of the carriage, and does little other than shift occasionally. With him not exerting himself, the drain on her eidolith is just lessened enough that she can keep him manifested for long enough to use him as a training dummy.
"Icebreaker time. Last time I asked how you'd take this guy out. This time's the same, except you can't hit her." Her being Buttercup, a scowling twelve-year-old, looking small beside Odin.
The kid clears her throat, and Lightning sighs. "Right. You tell me a way that hits her, she gets a free hit back. A real one."
Everyone gets a turn to answer or discuss, though she doesn't chase anyone not wearing red for a response.
While she's mostly happy to let people discuss what they want, she brings several issues up in the course of the meeting:
Several team members overexerted themselves or panicked in the recent mission, and endangered themselves and others. Light doesn't call people out by name, but she definitely makes eye contact with several people around the room. She gets it, she says, but if there's something like that that's gonna keep happening, she wants people to at least tell someone. If it's a fear, a memory, an injury... It doesn't have to be her. Just someone they trust. Preferably as soon as possible.
People are making use of supplies, which is good. She reiterates an offer to help purchase anything important passengers might need for missions, whether components or weaponry, and has a supply list on-hand for passengers to read through. There are weapons and gear available, and she'll fetch anything they might want to try.
[ OOC: Post your own toplevels with new discussion topics! Mingle all you like, I'll have Lightning moderate but this is a discussion for everyone.
For icebreaker 'how I'd take out Odin' responses, use Little One's toplevel! ]
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[Not that they all have places to be, but...]
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Oh, I'm in a constant state of not being alright, so it can't be any worse than usual.
[This is not entirely the truth. Murphy is actually pretty good at making his own fun.]
Can I borrow a couple of these potions for it? I'll bring 'em back. [He won't use more than a dropper full for it.]
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Yeah. Take a variety. Could be some medicines are more... zombie-friendly, we don't get 'em all from the same world.
[ Given how wildly some worlds differ, given some of the minds on-board, someone'll have invented medicine for the undead. ]
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So maybe something can cater to being a little bit alive and a little bit dead.
I took a gutshot that nearly killed me a second time but I recovered from it in a couple of weeks when it took the other person that was also shot in the same place months. So even if we don't find something [and boy does he hate to say this because he doesn't want to hurt for a long period of time, but in some cases he might recover 'naturally'.]
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[ Being half-human has got to help, she supposes. ] You'll find something that works, even if I need to do some homework for you. Who knows, maybe your 'exaggerated benefits' include medicine.
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[He says it with a quick lift of his brows.]
Speaking of which, I have the knowledge of the virologist who saw fit to make me what I am, and the virologist who was dying and needed someone to remember the cure for her. So if there's a plague I'd probably be better off helping Orange team.
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[ Congratulations, he's talking to someone from a world without a zombie-soaked pop culture. From his explanation, though, she gathers that he... what, gains the knowledge or memories of someone if he eats their brain?
She decides not to think about it. ] That's no problem. As long as someone knows where you are, go where you want. [ Everything's fine until someone runs off on their own. ]
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[His mouth quirks into a frown. Forever torn between having pride in being what he is because of all the pain it took to get there, and hating everything about it. But at least it's useful.]
[But that last bit seems a lot more agreeable.] Great, I can work with that.