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lostcarnival2018-01-08 12:04 pm
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let's get down to business
Who: Nightrunners and whoever wants to make use of the training yard for whatever reason.
When: S2 D1-D5
Where: The Training Yard
What: Training, or pointing and laughing at people training.
Warnings: Explosions and swearing, probably.
Though it's never really been off-limits, once they're down off the moon, Lambert wastes little time informing the nightrunners he officially expects them to get back to training and getting in shape. They can make ample use of the training yard facilities to learn how to work with each other after their extended vacation, or just get to know their newer coworkers in an environment closer to what their actual working conditions will actually be like.
The yard, as usual, isn't limited solely to nightrunners. Anyone who wants to work on their physical or magical skills are welcome, as well as anyone from the other departments who have anything they might want to test out that requires a combatant, for some reason.
Lambert's generally a constant presence at the fringes, sometimes participating in exercise or sparring himself, but mostly just watching and making sure no one's about to put someone's eye out or break the equipment, because that would be bad for obvious reasons.
[ ooc; this is an open log, so bring your own toplevel! ]
When: S2 D1-D5
Where: The Training Yard
What: Training, or pointing and laughing at people training.
Warnings: Explosions and swearing, probably.
Though it's never really been off-limits, once they're down off the moon, Lambert wastes little time informing the nightrunners he officially expects them to get back to training and getting in shape. They can make ample use of the training yard facilities to learn how to work with each other after their extended vacation, or just get to know their newer coworkers in an environment closer to what their actual working conditions will actually be like.
The yard, as usual, isn't limited solely to nightrunners. Anyone who wants to work on their physical or magical skills are welcome, as well as anyone from the other departments who have anything they might want to test out that requires a combatant, for some reason.
Lambert's generally a constant presence at the fringes, sometimes participating in exercise or sparring himself, but mostly just watching and making sure no one's about to put someone's eye out or break the equipment, because that would be bad for obvious reasons.
[ ooc; this is an open log, so bring your own toplevel! ]
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A pause.
"It was a princess, for starters." And, frankly, he thought it was going very well, up until the guards had manhandled him to a prison cell to await beheading. A bit of an overreaction, honestly.
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"Sure, sure. And what did you learn from that whole escapade? I don't think restraint was part of it, I've seen you." All excess and flirtations, drawn into some torturously slow yes-or-no triangle with another Supervisor and the head animal keeper.
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"The carnival was so strange ta me back then that I thought I surely had ta be dead and barely knew it!" His shoulders roll up in a shrug. "Or somethin' like that."
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"So you took things less seriously?" Oh, Scout knows he takes certain things seriously indeed, she's just ribbing him. "I'm surprised you lived at all."
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...And, you know, convince the previous one to go join an interstellar viking war, whatever.