OTA Purple Team Meeting!

[blitzcheer]

Who: Anyone interested in Purple Team, being nosy, whatevs.
Where: Sports gymnasium
When: 2 Llama
What: So you’re in Purple Team. What now?
Warnings: TBA.

[ An ICP call is made out towards the end of breakfast, announcing that the meeting will be in half an hour for Purple Team, and they should use the SCA’s countdown timer to know what that is; this’ll be a particularly good meeting for any newbies. Half of the sports gymnasium has been reserved for this simple gathering, a collection of the double-chairs from the music carriage unbolted and borrowed, and a few people already stand waiting for the meeting to begin.

A table has been set out with some cups and a jug of water, and some sheets of the Purple census. Also, let's be real: someone brought snacks. Kitty is sitting on the table near the front of the room, her feet swinging lightly. Once things quiet down a bit, she hops off the table and faces out to address everyone with a friendly smile. ]

Hey, guys! My name’s Kitty. Welcome to the meeting for Purple Team. For those of you who are new, I know things might be a little confusing or overwhelming right now, but that’s what we’re here for! This meeting is just to give everyone a bit of information based on what we’ve learned from our time here on the train, and if you have any questions about anything, don’t be afraid to reach out to someone. I can’t promise we can give you answers for everything, but we’ll do what we can to help out.

And if you have something you’d like to share, feel free to speak up! These meetings also let us exchange information, so if there’s something you think should be discussed that we haven’t talked about, definitely let us know.

[ Roland stands in quiet contemplation beside Kitty for the most part, laying low and keeping his head tilted down as he reads something from his notebook settled on the table. The only time he brings attention to himself is when he feels the slight dip and pause in the flow of conversation after she speaks. A gentle pivot from one heel leads him to face the gathering crowd with practiced ease, arms crossed over his chest, and a determined expression he seems to wear rather well. ]

On that note, please do consider attending our Purple debriefings before we’re deployed off the train. This is where we assess the information sent over our SCA’s, figuring out who’s better off helping another team, and who will be staying with our group. Any showcase of powers that might be relevant to the task at hand will also be welcome information, so we can support you come game time. [ A beat. Then, a hand gesture. ] That is, if you’re comfortable enough to share it.

[ He glances briefly behind him. ]

Before I forget, there are a couple of things left to discuss...ah, but what am I saying? [ Roland’s lips crack a small, controlled smile, though not lacking in genuine mirth. ] We’ve got plenty of liaisons ready to assist you for any and all questions you might have. [ His memory is stoked, and before retreating behind the table again, he says one last thing in no particular rush. ] For those I have yet to make acquaintances with, my name is Roland Crane. Rest assured that I’ll be doing my utmost to assist this team to the best of my abilities.

[ He shows his back and nods confidently at the said point persons and Kitty herself before he takes his small gathering of notes in his arms. ]

Floor’s still yours, Kitty. Everyone. Please, mingle away.

( ooc: Welcome to the Purple Meeting! Kitty will speak about missions, Roland about Purple roles, Cassie about inventory and team supplies, and Tidus and Inigo about available equipment and training. Soldat will be mentioned as helping with food prep, along with Mami, and anyone willing to help them are asked to approach them one on one.

New or old, if your character wants to speak about anything, give their own advice, ask questions, do so! People will be encouraged to share their skills, and also to offer any training - combat or otherwise - they're willing to teach. )

Comments

[dragoonrouge]

Casper's disbelief only serves to make Q'uila's grin widen in delight, "Oh Casper that is is where you are wrong. This is a Gridanian accent courtesy of Mum and her insistence on learning to speak in a way that people can understand. But I am Lominsan to the core and so I grew up speaking like this."

Q'uila's word switch seamlessly from her Gridanian accent, crisp English to Casper's ears, and into something that could only be described as farmer-pirate West Country speak.

"Nobody outside of Limsa can easily understand it so I don't talk like this unless I'm at home, although the amount of confusion it causes can be fun!"

[helborn]

His eyes widen a bit and then starts laughing. "You sound like a pirate from the movies! That's amazing. This is my natural accent, though most of the time it's mistaken for an American accent unless I say something 'sorry'." It's really funny watching Americans react to it so viscerally.

"Though I'm an Anglo Montrealer, so my accent is a lot 'softer' than if French were my native language."

[dragoonrouge]

She grins and keeps the accent going, "That would be on account of coming from fair Limsa Lominsa, den of pirates and ne'er do wells, 'tis only in the last decade since Admiral Myrlwyb came to power that explicit piracy has been outlawed. Folks are buccaneers now."

Right, enough of that back to her expected accent.

"I like your accent, Casper. We have nothing like it in Eorzea so 'tis very memorable and easy for me to pick out in a crowd."

[helborn]

“Huh. I... thanks.” He flushes faintly - he’s always thought his accent sounded silly, especially when his Band made fun of it. But he’s established that their opinions are garbage, so maybe it is a nice accent.

“I probably wouldn’t do well in Limsa Lominsa. Hard to work around boats when you can’t swim...”

[dragoonrouge]

Aww, Q'uila grins at Casper's flushing cheeks and claps him on the shoulder, "'Tis the truth! And worry not, there is more to Limsa than the ships. As long as you did not spend excessive time around the docks you would be fine."