there's no need to bounce off the handle [Mingle Thread]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Open to everyone not in Murderworld
What| A team retreat goes wrong
Where| The Planet Mellorus
When| Takes place during the first two days of Murderworld
Warnings/Notes| Everyone will have left for Mellorus before the rest of the team went missing, and will return in time for rescue/reunions on the third day. Anyone on Mellorus will be out of contact with Legion World and not find out about the other Legionnaires going missing until they return.

Mellorus is a world known for its stunning mountain vistas, purple seas, and thickets of reeds that sound like woodwinds when the wind blows. As such, it's a popular vacation planet, covered in resorts and retreats.

With the recent sudden increase in new Legionnaires, the team rented out an entire retreat in a village in between the foot of the mountains and the ocean, to allow them to get to know each other in comfort and style. However, the festivities won't stay peaceful for long.

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Mingling

[letsgolegion]

The retreat has beautiful courtyard, with a bar where people can order drinks (both with synthehol and non-syntheholic) and all the food they can eat. It's a good place to mingle, with normal tables and chairs, as well as some lounge chairs where people can relax.

Trust Exercises

[letsgolegion]

Yes, there are trust exercises, as corny as they are. Led by one of the staff at the resort, the Legionnaires are encouraged to randomly pair off and do trust falls, scavenger hunts, and lead each other around obstacles while blindfolded.

[ooc: You can god whatever trust exercises you want for this.]

[thewildflower]

The room is filled with mines. Real mines. Metal mines that blink and are very easy to spot, but mines nonetheless. There's some one the wall. There's some on the obstacles, but there are even more on the ground. Rebecca has seen this even though she's not supposed to because she peaked into the room to see what the fuss was all about before someone told her to stop.

Ushered back into the waiting area, she looks at her partner while holding the blindfold. Maybe it's her first time doing this. Maybe it's her third. Either way, it doesn't take a genius to realize that touching those mines will cause whoever touched them to be covered with slimy green goo. And she might have green hair, but green goo is definitely a social 'no' as far as she's concerned.

"I suppose all that's left is for us to decide who's doing what. It can't be that hard to get someone through there without having them touch a mine, right?"

She sounds more or less unsure depending on who she's talking to.

[ooc: So, here's the set-up! It's a room full of obstacles and furniture, and someone has to guide Rebecca or be guided by Rebecca to the other end and through the door there. The person being guided will be wearing a blindfold. If something goes wrong, they get slimed Nickelodeon style.]

[goddamngrenades]

This whole business is...

Weird.

To say the least. It's not what he and Delta expected when they took the last job but everything seems to check out and ok, trust exercises. Maybe if there'd been more trust in the Project things might've gone better. Still.

This is all a little. White collar corporate retreat. At least there's not much chance of him getting shot. D pings quietly in the back of his mind as York takes the blindfold, squinting at it. "What, they didn't have an eyepatch?"

Crack wise about his filmed over eye, that'll break the ice. "So...When you say mine- what kinda mine? Like. Shrapnel or silly string?"

[thewildflower]

"Maybe it's supposed to be one-size fits all?"

She picked up that phrase while looking at a website for a store in her attempt to get used to modern technology. She offers an apologetic smile, unsure if York is offended or joking. She tries to keep the humor light at any rate; trust exercises are still a strange concept to her.

"They called it slime, I think, but I've no idea what kind of slime they mean. But you won't have to worry! I have a good eye. You're in good hands with me."

[goddamngrenades]

"Looks like." He widens his grin a bit, neither of them are really sure what's going down. Being apprehensive, while normal? Isn't gonna put either of them at ease. "Alright then- I'll wear this, you guide me through. If a little green guy-"

Delta flickers into being over his shoulder, a few inches tall, a green tinged armor clad figure. "Say hi D."

"Hello." The little armored head bobs up and down in greeting before he flickers out of being.

"Anyway- if he starts sassing you or me just ignore him. I trust you." And with that- well. He puts on the blindfold and holds his hands out. "As long as it's not lime flavored I think we'll be ok."

[thewildflower]

She waits for York to put on his blindfold, feeling a little nervous...she has a good eye, but what if she gets him slimed, and...What is that thing.

"Ah—" And then he's gone before Rebecca can even question it. She searches her brain for that term she'd learned...ah, was it a holophone? She's wrong, but remembering futuristic terms when trebuchets and ballistae are the height of technology where she's from is a little difficult. "Alright! Though, I'd much rather D and I get along."

"I smelled something foul after the last group failed, so...you know, thinking about the flavor probably isn't the best idea. Let's go!"

And she'll take D's hand and guide him into the room. To her eyes, it's very large and long. A few of the mines are even moving, placed on small, circular robots that a more technologically inclined person might liken to a Roomba. There's a mechanical voice counting down to their start time, but there's still a few seconds.

"Do they do this often where you come from?"

[goddamngrenades]

"He's snippy with everyone at first, even me. But he'll play nice." He thinks. He hopes. They're both...reasonably tense. Trust isn't something they throw out often but this is a new start. New world, new chance to be something better. Delta thinks it's a dumb idea to be so vulnerable-

York? Wants this to go smooth. Worst comes to worst he's just gonna be gross for awhile. It'll be fine.

"Well swap the slime for live mines with actual explosions and. Kinda? Less about trust and more about finding who's smart enough to not do it without cheating." Which isn't fair at all but hey. The project was weird. His hand holds hers gently- a habit of working with delicate electronics and locks, calluses more suited to guns and ammo than anything else. "So this is a step up, really."

[thewildflower]

"So he's a boy, then...alright. I'm sure we can make it work."

Is it cheating to have little men pop up on shoulders to provide additional hints? She's not sure. She's also not sure if she cares all that much, because this seems over the top. Rebecca's never been asked to perform something like this before, but if she has to...

"Those are the mines I'm familiar with, but we only ever used them on the battlefield, not for...children's games."

She says this while she, Rebecca, is sixteen years old and is definitely still a child who cries at night sometimes. But she's tough! She's dependable. Her own hand is gloved (her superhero name is 'bracer' after all). It's time to do this, and her first task is going to be getting him to dodge one of the moving ones. Since it's time to let go and step back, she moves just a little off to the side.

"There's one in front of us...it's like a sentry, sir, it moves in a circle. It's not going to move towards us, is it?"

She has no idea how robots work, good luck!

[goddamngrenades]

"Training exercises got intense sometimes." It's a gross understatement but- hey. That's kind of the only way to not think about it and lose his mind at the moment, blindfolded and walking into a room full of obstacles and mines.

He can kind of hear the pass of the whatever floating in front of him, but-

"Clockwise or counterclockwise?" He's blind, he can't really tell. "But my money's on if we trip it's motion sensor it'll come at us, yeah."

[thewildflower]

Oh, boy. If she has to give directions to York while also watching out for chasing robots and obstacles in the direction he's running...well, let's just say she's glad she's not on the other end of this at the moment.

But she's not going to give up! Working together is her ideal outcome.

"It's moving counterclockwise...can you hear it? It's humming a little. Right...right now, it's at twelve o'clock! So...when I say to move, I need you to move forward and left so you don't get close enough to, um, get it to notice you."

She's pretty sure she can do this.

[goddamngrenades]

"That's what that is? Ok. Yeah I can hear it." Kinda. A little more than if he was looking at it but he shifts his weight slightly to the balls of is feet and waits for the word. "Got it. Say the word uh- I didn't get your name."

Shit he didn't give his either. Manners, York, where are they?

"I'm York." Like that's. A thing. Maybe they go by name names? Codenames? What is the policy here on code vs regular names, what is he supposed to go by, shit. Focus on the whirring mine. "You got this, I'm pretty sure."

Mostly sure.

Like, fifty percent sure.

ATTACK OF THE BALLS

[letsgolegion]

A t-gate malfunction causes a ship to crash-land not far from the resort. Luckily, the passengers on board are fine. Unluckily, they crash in a wilderness area that's supposed to be left untouched, agitating a massive bed of fungi, and destroying the pocket of hot air allowing it to grow.

The fungi, still in its developmental stage, starts seeking out other heat sources, causing it to fly around and bounce against different surfaces.

The end result? Balls. Thousands of fungi balls start bouncing around the retreat. Terrified tourists run around in bikinis trying to escape them. Fortunately, the bouncing is more irritating that destructive, and even more fortunately, popping the balls can stop them and since the fungi isn't sentient, people can feel free to destroy them.

Their bouncing around communications arrays and the threshold hub causes airflow intake valves to becoming clogged, damaging both systems, leaving the resort stranded to face their fate alone.

At least the Legionnaires have each other! They can pair up to fight the bouncing menace.