Open / Red Team Meeting

[enthunder]

Who: Red Team and Associates (but if you show up and you're not red, you won't be kicked out)
Where: Training Gym
When: Horseshoe 3
What: Red Team's first meeting. Time to bond, everyone. Everything mentioned is a prompt, go wild.
Warnings: Probably some swearing and mention of violence; will keep updated.

Gathering

The call goes out the morning of day 3 of Horseshoe, just Lightning leaning over the ICP in 1-A, in a clean uniform, hair still damp from the shower.

"Since team meetings are something we’re doing now… If you’re with Red, or you’re thinking of coming with Red on the next mission, meet up in the training gym after breakfast. We need to go over some shit, get you all on the same page."

She, Tony and Fëanor will check in at breakfast, nudging people they know or approaching those they don’t, and then head to the gym car after cleanup.

Assessment

"Right, first things first. Knowing what each of us is capable of."

They don’t ask this of everyone, but knowing what other people can do is pretty key when they’ve never had a non-combat mission. So after the spiels, Lightning moves over to the side, and calls Odin in a spiralling array of pink magic. The knightly mech, barely fitting with the height of the room, takes a stance, tower shield and double-blade ready, and goes still.

"You," she says, indicating someone. "How would you take him out?"

(She might have to add, bemused, "Without wrecking the car," depending on how physical their response is.)

Meeting Proper

She indicates a stack of mission leaflets that they printed out that morning.

"If you've not looked at these yet, take one, read it at some point in the next few days. Three of us have been here since the beginning. Stark," a nod, towards the bearded man sat next to her, "the kid," another nod, towards the nameless eleven-year-old girl, "and me. Some of you have been here almost as long. If you wanna know details, someone's gonna know the answer."

She shrugs. "Still, I bet you can think of things we could've done better, so... share your ideas. Show off. We're never gonna turn down more options in a fight, because we always get a fight."

There's a pause, perhaps, for discussion, before she gestures for silence again.

"So we've got a team that always gets thrown into the thick of it. We've been through portals, sent into space, set to hunt a guy down through a blizzard... we need firepower, and we need the supplies to get us there. And... to keep us there, because we're not always somewhere that's easy to just leave when it gets too hot."

She holds up an arms band. "You hopefully recognise this from Roland's speech. We have two for Red team. They store as much stuff as you want, but only six weapons and two firearms between the two of them, so if you have a gun, or something else that needs ammunition, you get priority on carrying one... because whatever firearm's stored in there gets infinite ammo." She taps the band on her wrist, and a steel pipe shimmers out of the ether. Another tap, and it disappears. "If you don't wanna keep the inventory, that's fine, just make sure you find someone who will."

Most of the supply talk has been covered by Roland already, so she doesn't rehash anything. After another pause for talk, she clears her throat.

"Final thing. We're low on weapons, we're low on offensive magic. Tech, too. Last mission was almost a disaster. What we wanna know is this: what would it take to get you up to your normal firepower? What's it take to keep you in a fight? And how do we get it?"

Mingle

After that, there's an, "Any other business?", and afterwards they sit back and open the floor for mingling. Or for departure, if you so desire.

[ ooc: any questions? come grab me at elle#2335 on discord or at evildoers! ]