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[assembles]

Who: The Avengers, Wonderland-style (Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Billy Kaplan, Rocket)
Where: The training area
When: 08/16 and the following days
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Let's get down to business...! Mingle training log for the Avengers!
The Story:
A few days have passed since the event ended, enough time for everyone to recover from being thrown into the zombie apocalypse. Steve's heard a few whispers about people getting infected and having to be put down, though he's relieved to know that as far as he's aware, no one he's close to went through something that scarring.

He's also relieved to be back to what he considers "normal," and it's that which has him down in the training area on Sunday afternoon. He finds it empty, which is a pretty rare thing, although he soon realizes he could change that, presumably with nothing more than a text message. He's put this off for too long already and he can't say for sure that his new team has been proactive enough to seek each other out on their own time, so what better moment than the present?

Each of the five other members of the team will receive a text message: Avengers Assemble. 1500 hours at the training center.

Steve waits (in full uniform, no less) for them all to arrive one-by-one until everyone has gathered, at which point he stands before them to deliver a brief speech. Thankfully this sort of thing comes naturally to him by now, so there's no awkwardness in his tone or bearing.

"I know I threw this team together pretty unexpectedly, but I thought it was important for the Avengers to exist even here in Wonderland. We're not really gonna be a team unless we start acting like one, though, so pair off, get to know each other, show everyone what you can do. We can start to figure out strategies and make sure we know the best way to cooperate with each other in a fight. We've all got our own talents, let's put them to good use, all right?"

They have the entire training room to themselves, though Steve won't mind if someone pokes their head in to watch. The place is huge, with all different kinds of training courses meant to cater to various skillsets, so Steve's pretty sure the six of them can spend a lot of time here in the coming days.


[ OOC: It's a mingle log! Post open comments, tag around, play out whatever combination you see fit! ]

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[beforeblue]

Can't say he's not impressed. Some of them are obviously kids, rookies learning the ropes, but a few of them are definitely seasoned fighters. Good ones. At least he knows who to speak to now if he feels like a good sparring session.

The other man catches Wash's attention; the one who shows up for what looks like a laid back training session just as armed and ready as any of the Freelancers would. The test to destruction method of training. If you survived, you deserved to be there. Not many survived to get on the main squad.

"Hey, is this place usually open to anyone?" he asks when the guy gets close, watching a match between a couple of the trainees. Or has he just barged into a private training ground.

[disassembles]

It's not that James is planning to kill anyone today; most of the ammunition he's carrying isn't live. The knives might be sharp, but he trusts his skills with them, and tries to use them according to his partners' abilities.

He's honestly glad for all the practice he's gotten with his students these past couple of months. He can work someone into the ground without burying them six feet under it, now. He can fight with the intention of winning, or with the intention of learning. In some ways, it's almost like a conversation. And weirdly enough? It does feel good. As much as he feels like he doesn't belong on a team like the Avengers, at least it's something to work on, something with a purpose.

He's just moving to the sidelines to catch his breath when someone new approaches him. He takes in the bearing, the armor - military, even at a glance.

"Yeah, it is." He sheathes his last knife in the same smooth gesture he uses to indicate the room. "It's technically open right now - if you can find some space."

[beforeblue]

It's the full body armour isn't it? Really gives him away as not being a civilian. But he's pretty much lived in the armour since joining the project, and being around a whole lot of people without it feels weird. Vulnerable. Only reason he's got the helmet off is because he doesn't want to freak people out and because he can hear- no, there's nothing there. Just his head.

That's a nice knife. And a much safer topic.

"How's it run?" Wash asks, looking around. It looks like some pretty good sims they've got going. "AI run?" He hasn't seen anything that looks like it would hold an AI though. He just keeps expecting to hear FILLS resetting the room.

[disassembles]

"You're askin' the wrong guy." James doesn't have any idea how solid holograms work, he just knows that they do. He accepts it the same way he accepts magic as something interesting that he's never really going to understand. "The controls are pretty straightforward. AI's nothing to write home about, but it's alright for practice. You want me to walk you through it?"

[beforeblue]

He hasn't heard anyone talking to the AI here. Not like FILSS. Not like... His grip tightens on his helmet for a moment and he sucks in a breath. "Yeah, yeah that would be good. I'm used to training every day. I don't get on with inactivity." That lead to dropping down the leaderboard. No-one wanted that. Even if it was... he didn't want to push at that thought too much.

[disassembles]

James watches, making note of the way he flinches, though he knows better than to go prodding at someone he just met.

"That goes for more than a few people around here," He walks them over to a control panel, swiping across the screen to bring up their options. "See what I mean? Just tap the screen for whatever you wanna do. I recommend scaling up the power level or maybe using multiple targets; the computer gets predictable. It's good for certain things, but if you want a realistic challenge, you might want to think about a sparring partner."

[beforeblue]

He follows the guy over to the panel. Looks pretty simple. "Probably will. The ship AI I'm used to is kind of ruthless. Especially if you're late... or she doesn't like the way you look at her control panels." He'd once ended up locked out of his room because he'd sworn at her after a particularly bad training match. "But mainly it's full on combat sims against the other Freelancers." It just wasn't a good session unless there was a risk of injury.

[disassembles]

"I think I got about a third of what you just said." James doesn't tend to lean anymore, but there's something oddly casual about the way he crosses his arms, lets his shoulders slump a little. He always feels better after a good fight; a little less grim and hyper-aware. "Wanna start with what a Freelancer is? Because I'm thinking we've got slightly different definitions of the word."

[beforeblue]

Uh, right. Different worlds, timelines, all that fun stuff that fucks with his head alongside all of the other stuff he doesn't want to deal with.

"Project Freelancer. We're special ops. Soldiers. The Agents are known as Freelancers."

[disassembles]

"Is that why you're wearing the tin can?" James asks, though he can tell it's fairly advanced. It looks like a cross between regular full body armor and Iron Man's suit.

[beforeblue]

Wash snorts at that. Heard worse from civvies and other soldiers honestly. "Yep. Modified powered armour. Used to wearing it nearly all the time, except when I'm sleeping and even then there's been times I've not taken it off."

[disassembles]

I wouldn't either, James thinks. Lucky for him, all the modifications are built-in.

"I take it that means you come from somewhere pretty dangerous."

[beforeblue]

Wash inclines his head in a nod. "Middle of a war. Been going on my whole life since the Covenant attacked. It's just got worse. Humanity needs to take every chance it has because things don't look good." And then the Insurrectionists fucking things up as well.