003//Samus Aran

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

[There's a woman in a Power Suit sitting outside in the rain. Occasionally she'll remove her helmet to feel the rain on her face, even as it intensifies the longer she sits outside, but if she thinks she hears someone coming, she'll put it on very quickly. If you're quick enough, quiet enough, or just use the sound of the rain to your advantage, you can probably catch a glimpse of her without her helmet.

She has her journal lying near her, open, sheltered by a makeshift canopy of whatever she could find.]

So what do people do around this place? I don't necessarily mean to entertainment, just...in general. Is there some sort of mission? Are there people intending to accomplish something?

((OOC: Open to whoever's wandering by outside, or you can just respond to the voice entry.))

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[encryptedlock]

[voice over journal]

Far as I can tell, it's whatever we can come up with ourselves. Some people have jobs in town, bunch of people planning to go explore once the rain lets up, and I think just about everyone's tried their hand at trying to figure out this place one way or another.

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

[Talking back to the journal.]

I've gathered bits and pieces of that, and I've tried to do some exploration myself. I'm not used to being so...shiftless.

[encryptedlock]

Well, if you get really bored, I'm starting up a paintball league soon....

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what that is.

[encryptedlock]

Nonlethal combat training, team based, utilizing as many different settings and scenarios as we can come up with. Which is a lot, I might add. Not like real combat, of course, but I'd have to say the majority of people here aren't real fighters, anyway.

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

That sounds...interesting. So it's like a training exercise?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[Over the journal]

As far as it seems, nothing. At least, not until everything goes to hell.

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

[Talking to the journal.]

...fantastic. So much for this place "not being so bad"...

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that particular realization is a real bitch.

[thisisyimhot.livejournal.com]

[is outside, just walking by, though he pauses in his walk when he spots the canopy]

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

[It's his lucky day: he manages to catch her with her helmet off, although she puts it on a moment later and jumps when she sees him there.]

[thisisyimhot.livejournal.com]

[and a blink in her direction. was he not supposed to see that?]

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

[No, he wasn't supposed to. But no harm done, because he apparently didn't notice what she was really hiding with her helmet off.]

[thisisyimhot.livejournal.com]

[..well then. he nods politely in her direction!]

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

[She nods back at him, a little awkwardly since she's n a big, clunky suit of armor.]

[wolfisdumb.livejournal.com]

[Fox is taking a stroll himself, wearing his battle gear out of habit. And after that dinosaur fiasco, one can never be too careful, right?

He's a little suprised when his wristband radar's picking something up, though, and squints through the rain towards the canopy. Who is that..?]

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

[Fox's radar detecting Samus' signal alerts the computers in her armor, which causes her to quickly put on her helmet, hopefully before the stranger sees her. She then waits calmly to see whether he's going to just pass by her or actually try to speak to her.]

[wolfisdumb.livejournal.com]

[By the time he sees the source of the signal, it's too late for him to catch the person's face. He's never seen that kind of armor before, and is tempted to inquite about it- could it be someone from Lylat, or a nearby galaxy?

Well, standing here by himself is just going to make him more wet, so he may as well walk over and... attempt conversation. Yeah...]

...That's one way to keep dry, alright.

[Damnit, Fox. Don't beat around the bush!]

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

[And for her part, Samus has never seen anyone like Fox back home. But that doesn't necessarily mean they're not from the same place. The Ooromine System is huge, after all, and there are several races not in the Federation that she hadn't encountered yet or had only recently run into.]

I suppose it is.

[wolfisdumb.livejournal.com]

[Well, she doesn't seem to be a robot, or anything like an Aparoid. Fox gives an inward sigh of relief, grinning a bit awkwardly. Something about women, armored or no, made it harder for him to speak.]

That suit... is it something custom, or standard issue where you come from? I, er... I was just curious, since... [he holds up his wrist and taps at the radar with a nod.]

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[Journal-tastic!]

In general? I believe it's up to the person. On occasion, something will happen that requires people to work together towards a goal or... put people in bad situations, but it's hard to tell when that will happen. In the meantime, though, I myself am usually training.

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

[Journalicious!]

There are training facilities here? I passed a gym when I was exploring, but is there anywhere for more...intensive training?

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

There's also a swimming pool... but what I mostly use is the shooting range. It's a small walk from the castle, and a little run down, but it's pretty useful in itself.

If there's any other places, though, I've yet to find them. There's talk of a 'Danger Room' somewhere around here, but I'm not entirely sure what that is.

[screwattack.livejournal.com]

Is there a limit to the caliber of artillery you can use in the shooting range? I mean, I don't want to accidentally blow up half of the place.

"Danger Room"? I may have to ask around.

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

Not that I know of, people take all manner of weapons in there.

Apparently you need a key to get in, but no one seems to want to give any more information than that...