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Trusting in one's team 101 [Open]
Today should have been weeks ago. Truthfully, he hadn't been ready for it--even on a temporary basis, it was a strange sort of betrayal to take the responsibilities of another team, when there wasn't even any members of SG-1 on it. Leading a team was always a tricky business, and it was often something Cam preferred to tackle only after long deliberation and planning. This was compounded by the fact that Stacy had essentially tossed a group of random strangers together without preamble, and chosen a leader just as arbitrarily.
Of course, the ship wouldn't have just messily thrown anyone together as was convenient, or he wouldn't have gotten an addition to the team later on. Clearly the AI had some way of gauging their skills and finding a complementary combination. However, he did not possess those personnel files. Aside from Dr. Lam, who should not have been on the field, he had no idea what array of strengths, talents, personalities, vices, and weaknesses his impromptu team possessed. That by itself was a recipe for inevitable disaster. The fact that he had no way of knowing whether they were military, or whether they would accept an arbitrarily chosen leader (presumed skills or no) meant that the disaster would very likely happen far sooner rather than later, as soon as they were expected to act as a team.
In lieu of personnel files, buying rounds of drink, and early, rhythm setting missions, Cam would have to come up with alternatives to allow the team to become familiar with one another before they needed to be. He needed to find a way to see how the team members interacted with one another, ferret out peeves, judge where they could be pushed, and determine what unique skill Stacy chose them for before they had a giant alien breathing down their necks.
Most importantly, the team would have to know to trust each other without hesitation, and how to operate together harmoniously, before someone's difficult past and stubborn nature got themselves or someone else killed. On Stacy, there weren't very many ways to prepare a team for that, especially if the team was composed of civilians unused to what would likely be expected of them, or worse, the kind of military men who'd never learned flexibility.
In his own experience, the easiest, least trauma-inducing possibility, was a game of basketball. Many, in fact, but they could start slow, especially if some of them were like the woman he'd met earlier who didn't know the game. The learning of the game could do what he needed just as well.
For now, Cameron stood outside the Sensorium, leaning against a wall and waiting. The sad fact was, he couldn't say for sure when the others would arrive. Even if they all tried to be on time, timekeeping wasn't the most accurate thing on Stacy. Or anything close to that. However, they were in a fairly visible place. He had hope for the best. Even if their watches were off, there was still a good chance they'd all migrate to the right place mostly on time.
Provided they read and listened to the announcement. Apparently it was his turn first, to trust his new team.
[OOC: Despite the fact that Cam has set this up for Team Papa members exclusively, there's no reason someone couldn't just crash the game. He wouldn't prevent them from joining, it. Still on the same side, after all. Sensorium-generated players will augment any uneven teams.]
Of course, the ship wouldn't have just messily thrown anyone together as was convenient, or he wouldn't have gotten an addition to the team later on. Clearly the AI had some way of gauging their skills and finding a complementary combination. However, he did not possess those personnel files. Aside from Dr. Lam, who should not have been on the field, he had no idea what array of strengths, talents, personalities, vices, and weaknesses his impromptu team possessed. That by itself was a recipe for inevitable disaster. The fact that he had no way of knowing whether they were military, or whether they would accept an arbitrarily chosen leader (presumed skills or no) meant that the disaster would very likely happen far sooner rather than later, as soon as they were expected to act as a team.
In lieu of personnel files, buying rounds of drink, and early, rhythm setting missions, Cam would have to come up with alternatives to allow the team to become familiar with one another before they needed to be. He needed to find a way to see how the team members interacted with one another, ferret out peeves, judge where they could be pushed, and determine what unique skill Stacy chose them for before they had a giant alien breathing down their necks.
Most importantly, the team would have to know to trust each other without hesitation, and how to operate together harmoniously, before someone's difficult past and stubborn nature got themselves or someone else killed. On Stacy, there weren't very many ways to prepare a team for that, especially if the team was composed of civilians unused to what would likely be expected of them, or worse, the kind of military men who'd never learned flexibility.
In his own experience, the easiest, least trauma-inducing possibility, was a game of basketball. Many, in fact, but they could start slow, especially if some of them were like the woman he'd met earlier who didn't know the game. The learning of the game could do what he needed just as well.
For now, Cameron stood outside the Sensorium, leaning against a wall and waiting. The sad fact was, he couldn't say for sure when the others would arrive. Even if they all tried to be on time, timekeeping wasn't the most accurate thing on Stacy. Or anything close to that. However, they were in a fairly visible place. He had hope for the best. Even if their watches were off, there was still a good chance they'd all migrate to the right place mostly on time.
Provided they read and listened to the announcement. Apparently it was his turn first, to trust his new team.
[OOC: Despite the fact that Cam has set this up for Team Papa members exclusively, there's no reason someone couldn't just crash the game. He wouldn't prevent them from joining, it. Still on the same side, after all. Sensorium-generated players will augment any uneven teams.]
Pre-Game
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A sigh announces her presence as she comes into view, pink hair ruffled and unbrushed, face blank. She is mildly surprised to discover that she's the first one here, unless the guy leaning against the wall isn't the Captain, in which case she prepares to be irritated. In her opinion, leadership necessitates punctuality. That probably has something to do with her non-leader-ness.
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She scrunched up her face and glanced between the two of them.
"...hopefully the awkward phase of this will ease after awhile." Now. Now would be good. She folded her arms and the pleasant, polite smile stayed put.
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The second seemed as if Stacy had planned to use him to balance the ratio of estrogen and testosterone in the team. If Cam weren't already familiar with Teal'c and Ronon, the man would have been mildly intimidating, even as his subordinate.
He chose not to speak immediately, providing others on the team the chance to arrive. He might've waited longer, but Doctor Lam was the next to arrive, and broke the silence amongst the teammembers.
Cameron nodded, and offered a slim smile to the three currently present. "We can hope, Doctor."
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"Hey," he says, "this is where Team Papa's supposed to meet, right?"
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Her team, however? That was a different matter. She sighed outside the sensorium. Well, she'd just have to judge whether or not she'd think they'd do something....over the top if they found out about her rather intrusive powers. Until then, she was a bar maid and sticking to it.
"Hello everyone," she greeted when she finally entered the sensorium, giving them all a polite smile.
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Before he could reply properly, however, another member of the team arrived. He offered a friendly enough smile and nod to the woman, and an equally friendly one to the boy--if somewhat wary in the later case. "This would be where they're meeting."
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"Hi, my name's Vega," he says. "I'm on Team Papa, so... that's why I'm here."
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But in action?
Clearly the quiet, awkward team members wouldn't be the only ones feeling out, and learning to trust, their teammates. Because he highly doubted anyone in Command would be able to adjust his team, even if he wanted them to.
Cameron nodded after a moment. "That leaves two more."
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"Well, we wouldn't want them to walk into awkward silence, would we? Come on, everyone, just relax a little. No need to be nervous, right?" She said with a bright smile. "We're all friends here."
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Still, Cameron smiled at the young woman's statement. "Exactly. We're all teammates here."
There were two others who needed to arrive, but apparently they would be late. He pushed himself from the wall, and re-crossed his arms. "I'm Colonel Cameron Mitchell, and if any of you haven't guessed yet, I've been assigned as Team Leader." He offered a warm enough smile to work out some of the tension from the air, but hopefully not enough to increase larger man's. If John Connor's friend was accurate, Cam probably didn't want to piss off the Terminator on their first meeting.
"Cam and Mitchell are just fine. I think it's important, before we go any further, that everyone knows who each other are."
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"A pleasure to meet you all," she added.
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Nobody does. It's made him kind of sad.
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She flashed a wave.
"And it's nice to meet you all." Even the grumpy, taciturn ones.
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Zoid sounded like he might have heard a similar or root word before, but he wasn't certain how it applied in Vega's instance. Pilot did interest him, however. Perhaps the kid would be relatively out of the danger, thanks to whatever a Zoid was on any planet.
He nodded toward the doctor, then the kid. "If we're lucky, we'll get to figure out first hand." He hoped that was the case.
He shifted his weight, then, and glanced around at the others. "I'm going to wager a guess and assume none of you are particularly interested in a question and answer group session. That's not how today's going to go." He gestured toward the Sensorium, for those not already standing inside or on the threshold of it. "If you would, we'll continue this in there." Then would be the time for someone to mention a deadly allergy to telepathically created...things, and throw off his entire plan. It was worth the gamble.
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She is mildly tempted to point out that awkward situations where she is involved rarely cease to be awkward. Ever.
"Yeah, that's... probably not gonna happen," she mutters, making a face before she stares at a bit of fleshy wall void of people.
Post-Game