When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you. [OPEN]

[ewiggin.livejournal.com]

It was the second time in seemingly as many days (it was unclear how long he’d been gone) that Ender had been spit out of an organic structure.  Shakily, using the wall for support, he raises himself to a standing position and tries to regain his bearings. He is back on the ship. Clearly having gone to the city for rest had not saved him from being taken in for “study”. Why the voice had kept promising him cake was beyond him. He hadn’t had cake since his sixth birthday, and Peter hadn’t let him enjoy that one anyway. If his /greater purpose/ is to be a guinea pig for further mind games... It had thanked him(the voice, not the cake) and let him go. It also specified that there was a cake shortage.

He walks apprehensively down the hall, tense and alert, for fear of being borrowed for another experiment.

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[prettycoolguy]

The Chief looks where Ender points, and nods. He'd been concerned about that one, and it's good to get confirmation one way or the other. "Hard to judge sometimes," he says.

"Any of the jumps too long, or close to it?" That's another concern. He can generally hazard out how far a normal soldier could jump, with full kit or no kit, but that's quite apart from his own abilities and probably equally different from those of an untrained person or a teen or a child. He doesn't want to hurt anybody if he can help it, they don't have time to deal with that. He'd rather keep the distances at a level where they don't take extra effort.

[ewiggin.livejournal.com]

Ender has virtually no experience with adults, only children. It's a strange area of expertise but at least it will be of use.

"The jumps are feasible with enough momentum, though it’s a long drop if you miss. I guess they need to learn to fall too.” There was no way around some bruises and scrapes while training, he thought. Even without gravity they hadn’t been able to avoid collision until they’d gotten the hang of it.

“How long do you have with each team?” He remembered the extra training sessions he’d held with the various outcasts from other teams. It had seemed so important then! That was before...

[prettycoolguy]

"Learning to fall," he says, "would be lesson number one." What else do you do when your feet are swept, or you trip? The Chief's first goal with the younger crew members is going to be to teach them how to avoid getting hurt. The ability to fight right out of the gate makes you cocky, you have to learn to run properly first.

"It's minimal," says the Chief, by his tone this bothers him. "Most of what I want to do is get the team leads able to hold their groups together and give them resources to train with. I can't be on everyone all the time so I'm trying to delegate."

[ewiggin.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Sorry this took me way too long. School just started D:

Delegating is the only alternative, but it would pose it's own challenges since there was essentially a lack of data from all sides. There isn't enough information to gauge whose leadership abilities would translate into tactical and quick decisions. There isn't enough to evaluate individuals within a team outside of training, nor to know the animosities, the schisms, the power dynamics and the loyalties that would naturally have developed within each group. The Chief is also painfully outnumbered considering the sheer volume of crew members. He peers up at the obstacle course gravely. He hopes there are others with this task in mind.

“Can you show me how the sensorium builds?” he requests. Briefly, it dawns on him that he would probably be distributed into a team himself, and therefore would be more likely to be running along these obstacle courses than helping in their creation. He pushes the thought aside, as long as he’s given permission to roam on the ship and help where he chooses to, he won’t willingly subjugate himself to worrying about being part of anyone else’s plans.

[prettycoolguy]

((OOC: Me too! [/empathizes]))

The Chief nods. "Sure."

"Mostly you ask Stacy for things, or will it hard enough. If you're going by memory try to keep it clear, sometimes the details won't all be exactly right and you'll have to smooth them out."

"I've been making whole parts of this up, and you can do that from thought. But it helps if you write things out on one of the omnicoms."

"It's not hard." He directs his next words to the ceiling and holds out a hand. "Stacy, give me a baseball."

And one's there in his palm. The Chief tosses it up and down. "See? Simple."

[ewiggin.livejournal.com]

There it was, materialized from thin air. The possibilities were enormous!

"And these things vanish when you leave the Sensoriums?" He wonders if this is like an internet database, and whether things are traceable once they disappear. "... and does it only access information through your mind, or does it have external sources?"

If it's like a mirror, that's one thing, but if it can create images based on actual fact...

[prettycoolguy]

"You can save things and pull them back out later, even tell it to remember what you were doing and not let anyone else mess with it, but it clears out when you leave," the Chief says.

"I can only guess it does. Probably has the contents of the media library to go from, too."