Post by The A.C.F. on Jun 15, 2023 15:34:12 GMT
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Code by Illirica
Code by Illirica
Cody wasn’t the only staff member who was late. Hope watched ACF-007 trudge in like he’d just rolled out of bed as she looked everywhere but directly at Carmichael, except for a quick glance when 007 flipped him the bird. 007 was notorious for his authority issues and general attitude, which was making it almost impossible for them to place him on an FCRT. His luck manipulation wasn’t going to function well with Lepidopterists, and Errand Boys demanded a certain degree of subtlety that didn’t fit his psych profile or anomalous ability. Wisdom Teeth already had an anomaly with authority issues and did not need a second. The other teams each had their own objections and prerequisites, or he’d already butted heads with their team leads and they didn’t want anything to do with him. At the rate he was going, he probably wasn’t getting out to the field anytime soon.
Isaac had noticed him, too, although he didn’t keep Hope’s hawk-gaze on him. He instead waited for a convenient pause in Cody’s slideshow to call to the newcomer, “Thank you for joining us, Seven. Please try to be prompt next time.” And then he let it be as the rest of the class either snickered, or looked at the tardy Class-B, who promptly caused a pen to explode.
Cody resumed his talk as 007 whispered about “something cool” to – Hope went over the registry in her head – Venus Votticelli-Smith, a very recent addition to the personnel roster. “Want to see something cool” was a notorious intern code for “I’m about to cause problems on purpose,” although what kind of problem he could cause with ACF-255 was far beyond her, besides maybe stain the metal with ink or drop it on the floor. He’d never interacted with it before, she was pretty sure, so it wouldn’t have any “memory” of previous illness, so there wasn’t anything that could happen here unless someone lied about their vaccine records.
In short, 007’s behavior was nothing that she could actually object to.
“Alright, no questions? If you think of anything you can ask during the break, then, or when our next presenter is done.”
Hope blinked and looked to Cody. She’d seen his presentation earlier, and knew most of the contents. It was already done, and he stepped aside for Hope to take his place, passing her the remote as he did so while Isaac changed presentations on screen.
She stepped to the forefront. In the absence of field-equipment armor, she had a purple turtleneck blouse, black slacks, and thick-soled boots. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, although there was a chunk that had tried to escape and found itself tucked behind an ear. She was something of a minimalist when it came to makeup, only touching up the highlights of her face even for public presentations like this. She chose to keep it simple in the jewelry department as well, with only stud earrings made of black stone flecked with red. She wasn’t here to make a statement – not that kind of statement, at least.
She also wore ACF-517, “Never Northward”, around her neck. The old compass was usually reserved for field missions, but she’d been able to make an exception for this. Under the lid of its case she could feel the heavy needle spinning lazily to indicate this was exactly where she needed to be right now. Like all Class-C and lower personnel she’d surrendered her weapons on entering the conference wing, but her belt sported both a small, slender knife sheath and the holster for her 1911 Colt, which was not standard-issue anymore but was a belated heirloom. Her security badge was clipped to her belt.
“Good morning, everyone. My name is Agent Hope Phillips, rank A-Class-C. I’m the head of one of our field recollection and containment teams, FCRT Fourteen Three ‘Wisdom Teeth’, field destination ‘Handler’. I’m here to start walking you through the basics of how we conduct field missions here at L-14.”
Her presentation style was considerably different from Cody’s, too. She remained still and grounded, used her hands more than her body to speak. Her slides were bare, but she filled in necessary information as needed. She kept an eye on the group, making sure certain someones didn’t cause too much trouble and taking note of any points when someone looked confused about a phrase or term. Unlike Cody, her soul didn’t shine through with every word, but she was well-versed and professional without rigidity.
Isaac had noticed him, too, although he didn’t keep Hope’s hawk-gaze on him. He instead waited for a convenient pause in Cody’s slideshow to call to the newcomer, “Thank you for joining us, Seven. Please try to be prompt next time.” And then he let it be as the rest of the class either snickered, or looked at the tardy Class-B, who promptly caused a pen to explode.
Cody resumed his talk as 007 whispered about “something cool” to – Hope went over the registry in her head – Venus Votticelli-Smith, a very recent addition to the personnel roster. “Want to see something cool” was a notorious intern code for “I’m about to cause problems on purpose,” although what kind of problem he could cause with ACF-255 was far beyond her, besides maybe stain the metal with ink or drop it on the floor. He’d never interacted with it before, she was pretty sure, so it wouldn’t have any “memory” of previous illness, so there wasn’t anything that could happen here unless someone lied about their vaccine records.
In short, 007’s behavior was nothing that she could actually object to.
“Alright, no questions? If you think of anything you can ask during the break, then, or when our next presenter is done.”
Hope blinked and looked to Cody. She’d seen his presentation earlier, and knew most of the contents. It was already done, and he stepped aside for Hope to take his place, passing her the remote as he did so while Isaac changed presentations on screen.
She stepped to the forefront. In the absence of field-equipment armor, she had a purple turtleneck blouse, black slacks, and thick-soled boots. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, although there was a chunk that had tried to escape and found itself tucked behind an ear. She was something of a minimalist when it came to makeup, only touching up the highlights of her face even for public presentations like this. She chose to keep it simple in the jewelry department as well, with only stud earrings made of black stone flecked with red. She wasn’t here to make a statement – not that kind of statement, at least.
She also wore ACF-517, “Never Northward”, around her neck. The old compass was usually reserved for field missions, but she’d been able to make an exception for this. Under the lid of its case she could feel the heavy needle spinning lazily to indicate this was exactly where she needed to be right now. Like all Class-C and lower personnel she’d surrendered her weapons on entering the conference wing, but her belt sported both a small, slender knife sheath and the holster for her 1911 Colt, which was not standard-issue anymore but was a belated heirloom. Her security badge was clipped to her belt.
“Good morning, everyone. My name is Agent Hope Phillips, rank A-Class-C. I’m the head of one of our field recollection and containment teams, FCRT Fourteen Three ‘Wisdom Teeth’, field destination ‘Handler’. I’m here to start walking you through the basics of how we conduct field missions here at L-14.”
Her presentation style was considerably different from Cody’s, too. She remained still and grounded, used her hands more than her body to speak. Her slides were bare, but she filled in necessary information as needed. She kept an eye on the group, making sure certain someones didn’t cause too much trouble and taking note of any points when someone looked confused about a phrase or term. Unlike Cody, her soul didn’t shine through with every word, but she was well-versed and professional without rigidity.