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whisperinglogs2013-02-15 09:11 pm
wrotethepamphlet) wrote in whisperinglogs2013-02-15 09:11 pm
Basic Braining [OPEN; June 10th, 6 AM.]
Who: OPEN
When: 6 AM on Monday, June 10th
Where: Coach Oleander's mind
What: Basic Braining!
Warnings: TBA
Let's hope that you all managed to get plenty of sleep, because it is the buttcrack of dawn and everyone needs to rise and shine because Coach Oleander is expecting you all in his lab at 6 AM on the dot. Coach Oleander is standing there stoic, hands clasped behind his bac as he regards everyone with a look of disdain. When everyone has arrived, the yelling starts like normal.
"Alright you maggots, it's time for Basic Braining! Let's hope that you haven't slacked off because this camp only takes the VERY BEST, you got that?" Hopefully no one responds, because Coach Oleander does not like to be sassed, as everyone should know by now. "You're in for a real challenge today and I expect each and every one of you to make it through!" He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his little psycho portal. He levitates it up and onto his forehead. After a moment, it opens, signalling the start of the day's lesson.
His mind starts off as nothing more than a simple room that some might say looks like a dentist's office. A moment later, a projector on a desk in the middle of the room flicks on, and once again Coach Oleander is speaking, appearing as an image broadcast from the projector. "Welcome to my recruitment office, kids. I'm here to recruit you to the greatest job in the world; being a Psychonaut."
As he speaks, the sounds of what can only be described as war can be heard from outside the office, though there is no foreseeable way to get out, as there are no doors or windows. "I hope you're ready to face death, torture and insanity, because that is what's waiting for you outside of this room, and this is your last chance to chicken out!"
Should anyone decide that they do indeed want to chicken out, the response will be, "Too late, Soldier! There's only one way out of here, and that's fighting. Now I want one of you maggots to sock me in the jaw!" When he doesn't offer any explanation and someone finally does buck up and punch him, the wall will fall and they will be greeted with the battleground that could be heard. The landscape is very much like a warzone, trenches that you have to jump over, razor wire that you must crawl through and a whole lot of explosions.
Welcome to Basic Braining, try not to die.
[ooc: Go ahead and go at it. use this as a reference if you're unfamiliar with canon. Feel free to start a thread for your team wether you're the team leader or not. Back tagging is going to be encouraged because many of our players are away at a con.]
When: 6 AM on Monday, June 10th
Where: Coach Oleander's mind
What: Basic Braining!
Warnings: TBA
Let's hope that you all managed to get plenty of sleep, because it is the buttcrack of dawn and everyone needs to rise and shine because Coach Oleander is expecting you all in his lab at 6 AM on the dot. Coach Oleander is standing there stoic, hands clasped behind his bac as he regards everyone with a look of disdain. When everyone has arrived, the yelling starts like normal.
"Alright you maggots, it's time for Basic Braining! Let's hope that you haven't slacked off because this camp only takes the VERY BEST, you got that?" Hopefully no one responds, because Coach Oleander does not like to be sassed, as everyone should know by now. "You're in for a real challenge today and I expect each and every one of you to make it through!" He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his little psycho portal. He levitates it up and onto his forehead. After a moment, it opens, signalling the start of the day's lesson.
His mind starts off as nothing more than a simple room that some might say looks like a dentist's office. A moment later, a projector on a desk in the middle of the room flicks on, and once again Coach Oleander is speaking, appearing as an image broadcast from the projector. "Welcome to my recruitment office, kids. I'm here to recruit you to the greatest job in the world; being a Psychonaut."
As he speaks, the sounds of what can only be described as war can be heard from outside the office, though there is no foreseeable way to get out, as there are no doors or windows. "I hope you're ready to face death, torture and insanity, because that is what's waiting for you outside of this room, and this is your last chance to chicken out!"
Should anyone decide that they do indeed want to chicken out, the response will be, "Too late, Soldier! There's only one way out of here, and that's fighting. Now I want one of you maggots to sock me in the jaw!" When he doesn't offer any explanation and someone finally does buck up and punch him, the wall will fall and they will be greeted with the battleground that could be heard. The landscape is very much like a warzone, trenches that you have to jump over, razor wire that you must crawl through and a whole lot of explosions.
Welcome to Basic Braining, try not to die.
[ooc: Go ahead and go at it. use this as a reference if you're unfamiliar with canon. Feel free to start a thread for your team wether you're the team leader or not. Back tagging is going to be encouraged because many of our players are away at a con.]
/late as always
Re: /late as always
She has to keep going, despite how tough it is.
When they finally get to the top of the wall, she gives both her partner and her mentor a grin, and then asks:]
What's next, then?
/joins the late party
--We made it!
[Even though it was tiring, she feels rather proud of herself. She knows she still has a way to go though, so she thinks about what an accomplishment it'll be when she earns her very first badge!
Plus, practice makes perfect, right?
Aggie then looks up to see something just a few feet ahead that catches her eye.
A still image of a crouching soldier, about as big as she is, transparent but with a luminous outline.
She almost mistakes it for a ghost at first, until she realizes it isn't moving at all. It's more like... some sort of glowing picture?
Curiously but carefully, she steps forward, beginning to approach it]
aw yes late fiesta
That's called a figment. Get it, figments of our imagination? It's hilarious. [Deadpan.] You want to try and grab as many of those suckers as possible--go ahead, reach out and touch it. [Stiles glances down at the little stopwatch he's holding and calls out;] But quick, though!
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Still, she beckons to Aggie and begins to run after a figment-soldier, grasping at him with her hands.]
Why are they shaped like soldiers?