CH2A: Cavelier recruiting seminar. (Mir and Qui)

[Renekin Skywalker]

"We can keep running until someone guesses." Karson chides. "Come on, you want to be in a group, and you can't figure out why you're running together?"

Dome (if you read this, and, also, for Kurff's benefit), remember how I said a ton of movies and books help? There's a scene in Dead Poet's Society that this idea was drawn from.

[Mierin]

Miranda stops running, but keeps walking along the track in a casual manner, just to see what will happen. She still has no idea why they're doing this, but was getting tired of blindly following orders that seemed cryptic.

[doc]

"I just figure it's because you are a massive control freak"

[Renekin Skywalker]

"I'm a liason, Revenant." Karson says. "It's my job to be a control freak."

Seeing Miranda slow to a walk, Karson was about to object until Troubleshooter came to a trot beside her.

"You're a bold one." Troubleshooter says. "I'ld heard that about you Aussies. Don't think anyone else would have thought walking was still going in a circle."

Seeing Troubleshooter come up beside Miranda, Karson smirks. Power Armour, not wanting to run more, also comes along side. SPM laps them. "You should still be running." He says.

"Should they?" Asks Karson. Troubleshooter smirks, starting to clue in.

[kurff]

"Then If I may be bold?" he querried.

"This activity is to get us to be a better group and learn about one another and enforce what one does affects all of us?.

"Though I have to say I'm partial to 'Tyger, Tyger'. so a little sitdown and chat might have worked as well." Quinn said with a questioning look.


for those unfamiliar..
Tyger! Tyger!
-- William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night.
What Immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?


And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart begin to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?


What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?


When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?


Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night.
What Immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

[Mierin]

Miranda continues walking along the track. If she'd had pockets in her shorts, she would have put her hands in them as she waits for a response to Quinn's question.
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[Renekin Skywalker]

"In a way. But I'm waiting for the full statement." Karson answered.

SPM laps them again, as he's running, much like Revenant and Quinn?

[kurff]

"Working on a team requires all the players to have a place and role that bests suits them." Quinn stated with practised eased.

"I'm guessing you here to see who does what." he responded as he lapped.

[Renekin Skywalker]

"Nope." Karson says.

[kurff]

Stopping to rest he looks to Karson..

"You seem to be after something. perhaps a more direct approach will work. but I'm guessing here.." he continued.

"what one team member does affects all of the team." he stated.

[doc]

Stops. "Look if you want to keep us running in circles, that's fine. But stop talking in circles."

[Mierin]

Miranda smirks as she continues to casually walk along the track, and decides just for fun that she'll cut across the track instead of walking in a circle to see what happens.
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[Renekin Skywalker]

"Oh, look... you fell out of the groove." Karson says. "We'll take a break to cool down and try it again. Don't worry, no-one makes it on their first try. Right Trin?"

Trin, a young Asian assistant with a sign-off clip board, had walked in, to get his signature. "Yes sir." She responded absently, vanishing from the gym, her goal complated.

After about 10 minutues, he has the six of you walking. "OK. Team Six, I want you to walk around the track, each choosing whatever pace you want. Though, you mustn't become detatched as a group."

[doc]

Revenant walks along at a steady, slow pace; his hand hovering over his holster

[Mierin]

Miranda sighs quietly and walks back on to the track and walks quietly, wishing the instructors would get to the point of the exercise already.