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Boot camp--because calling it basic order training was catchier, but felt disrespectful--wouldn't be starting until ten o'clock, but Kaatje had been taught that if she wasn't there early, she was late. So she showed up to the soccer field, Keren Della-Blue in tow, with a borrowed truck full of crap. After checking in with the property manager, pointedly showing her CAC card for identification, and neatly netting privacy for her little fitness camp. Through liberal application of the what, you don't trust our armed forces? trope, which was a little low, but Kaatje was willing to bend the rules for an advantage in this war. Wasn't everyone? The stadium seating would, luckily, block off the general goings-on from prying eyes.

She set up medical first: a shady space in case anyone was dumb enough to hydrate improperly. Kaatje put two first aid kids under the cot she'd rented, and wondered--not for the first time--if she ought to have gotten a screen of some kind. In case people actually got hurt, right? That's what emergency services was for, and she didn't anticipate anyone getting sick on such a clear, cool day. The temperature was hovering around a chill sixty-five, with a light breeze, low humidity and bright sun. She'd never known anyone to pass out in conditions like this. She left Keren setting up the Gatorade and water coolers on one of the folding tables to set up more s**t, and once all the s**t was set up, it was nine fifteen and time to warm up.

By the time Kaatje and Keren were finishing their cooldown stretches, people were starting to gather by the open door into the stadium space. "You're up, science kid," said Kaatje, straightening her ponytail. "Remember, powered name and civilian name and a phone number or email they can be reached at." She crossed the field to the little platform she'd erected while Keren was supervising the contractors erecting the temporary wall. (It was surprising what you could rent, really.)

She took a seat on the edge of the platform and crossed her ankles. It was going to be a fun day, that was for sure.



ooc: Remember, signups go until the 15th, so you won't be receiving your pairing until then--but feel free to come on in and introduce yourself to people. Quote if you're talking to anyone specific, etc, etc.

The campus of Destiny City University was not an uncommon place for Paris to be at all, even on a weekend. If she wasn't at home on any given day, chances were high that she was on or around campus, attending classes, making use of the various studios, hanging around the baseball field or, when she felt up to it in the evenings, patrolling the areas of town nearby. Odd as it was for someone who'd once had little interest in school and even less interest in going to college, campus had become one of her safety zones. She knew it like the clichèd back of her hand.

So it wasn't too much trouble to make the hop, skip, and jump from the Student Union where she occasionally manned the ticket desk to the soccer field she admittedly did not visit as frequently as she did other areas. Boot Camp was by no means of any particular interest to her (she thought she'd been getting by just fine the last three years, thank you very much), but it was an excuse to spend some time outside (likely with friends, with how many familiar faces tended to pop up at Senshi events), and a little casual competition certainly never hurt anyone. It got her out of the house—and who knew, it might be fun.

Paris scanned the area upon arriving, a short, slim girl in her black yoga shorts and a purple hoodie courtesy of the DCU Dance Team, sipping on what remained of a fruit smoothie as she looked around for someone official looking to get the lowdown on what was to follow. With a preppy swing of her high, beribboned ponytail, she made her way toward said official looking person by an equally official looking table.

“I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. You look kind of familiar,” she said by way of greeting, eyeing the tall girl with the clipboard and trying to place her face. She thought there might have been another official looking table involved not too terribly long ago. “Paris Gallo. I'm assuming this is where I'm supposed to be. Do you need to verify me to make sure I'm not an evil creep or something? I'm unarmed, I promise.”

“Those alien abductions are kinda unfortunate, yeah?” Paris said and set her smoothie down to take the offered clipboard and pen. She was unsure if that explained the vague sense of familiarity, but it definitely sounded like this girl was talking about the Surrounding, and Paris had certainly been there.

She hesitated before scrawling out the required information, wary of a sign-up form associating her civilian name with any variation of her powered name, before she shrugged and decided there was nothing wrong with a codename for her codename.



Paris signed it with a heart and handed it back with a peppy smile. The Barbie jab, which Paris chose to take as a bit of friendly teasing, had not gone unnoticed. She supposed it wasn't entirely unearned, in any case, given her thinness, her blondeness, and the (perhaps overt) girlishness she tended to exude.

“This thing starts at ten, right? I suppose mingling until then isn't a bad idea. You and she're in charge?” she asked, jerking a thumb in Kaatje's direction. “I'll go say hi before I strain my brain trying to figure out where I've seen you before.”

And she sccoped her smoothie cup back up and sauntered off to do just that. This time the swing of her ponytail was purposefully exaggerated.

“I hear you're Kaatje,” she said upon approaching the platform. "Pretty sure we've never met before. You the drill sergeant? Paris Gallo, otherwise known by the enormous size of her moon.”

It had been a long time since Keren had seen a talking cat, although she knew that they were definitely wrapped up in this senshi business somehow. The last one, if her memory served correctly, had been *********, all the way out on the Surrounding, and that was practically ancient history. So when the little burmilla first appeared, Keren initially mistook her for a stray before realizing she was, in fact, a fully-sentient alien creature of unimaginable power and intellect.

Leaning over the table to look down at the cat, Keren said, "Okay, uh, I guess I should sign you in?"

She did not exactly have a contingency for this kind of thing, but she was going to try. Name: Ash (Guardian Cat). "Do you, uh - do you have a phone number or email address we can reach you at?" she asked hesitantly. She didn't want to accidentally offend the cat, but then again, this seemed thoroughly absurd.

Was Ash, like, planning to do push-ups with the rest of the attendees?

Boot Camp.
This was no a place most people would have expected to see someone of Delilah's not only physical build but mental as well. She was not a warrior and the idea of doing pushups scared her a bit. However, she knew that fighting was her weak point. Getting stronger needed to happen and quickly.

Wandering around a part of DCU she had managed to learn, the raven haired girl made her way towards the small gathering of people. It was the sign up table that caught her attention. And the cat.

"Talking cats. Guess I am in the right place." Delilah smiled as she knelt down and offered a hand to the cat before reaching out to pet behind her ears. The cat was high energy so maybe it would do a great job on the running?

"Hi. This where humans sign in as well?" Looking back at the table, Delilah smiled as she looked at the woman behind it. Yep, she felt short already.

Keren focused first on writing down Ash's email address, although she couldn't even begin to fathom what a cat might have on its LinkedIn page. Professional mouser? Part-time lap warmer? Skilled in purring, eating, and using the litter box? Magic cat, she reminded herself, before she got too far onto that tangent. Having the cat on the table and directing the flow of traffic would hopefully prove to be a boon.

"If you could all form a single-file line, please?" she asked, smiling her most pleasant smile at the two girls and the man waiting for her attention. Once the crowd was under control, she held one of the staff badges out to Xander. "You're the doctor?" she asked. "Great. Can you write down your contact information here, and then go see Kaatje over on the platform? She'll show you where you'll be working. Name, phone number, email address, and I'd really prefer your real secret identity, but it's not like I can force you."

She was, after all, not Megiddo today. She did not have a pitcher, nor the authority to punch people in the face just for pissing her off. That would be super bad for business and probably result in her firing.

To Liliana, Keren gestured to the clipboard once Xander was finished with it. "Second verse, same as the first. Thanks for coming."

She waved to the dark-haired girl who arrived behind both redheaded siblings. "Yep! Just do what everyone else is doing, and then head over that way. We're going to start warm-ups at 10 AM on the dot, but it's social hour until then. Thanks for coming."

“Oh, yeah, Tallulah and I are on the same team,” Paris said, and decided if this girl was acquainted with Tallulah she had to be alright. Paris was at least fairly certainly that Tallulah didn't hang out or make it a huge habit to know terrible people. “Here's hoping she hasn't told you any embarrassing stories!”

Not that Paris was ever really embarrassed about... well... anything.

She was pretty sure Tallulah didn't have any good dirt on her anyway. They'd not known one another back when there was good dirt to have.

“Never done boot camp, no, but I don't know, ballet school's probably kinda like boot camp,” she continued, sucking out the last of her smoothie and drawing out the empty gurgling noise through her straw for an unnecessarily (and obnoxiously) long length of time. “Always have someone shouting at you to do this and do that and get to the barre and lift your leg higher and you're awful, do better, that sort of thing. I've got this, no sweat. This can come off,” she added with a tug of her hoodie, then tossed her empty cup into a trashcan.

“Hey, Lily!” Paris called, whipping around to spy her friend as soon as Kaatje drew attention to the red-head on her brother. “I figured I'd see you here! I mean, it seems like your kinda thing.”

When Keren addressed Xander, he gave a firm nod and took the staff badge before pinning to his lab coat in taking the proffered clipboard. He started writing down his information, but arched an eye brow at the mention or writing down his secret on paper. He shared a brief glance at his sister, before handing her the clipboard sans his identity.

Lily looked at the paper and jotted down her information, also sans her secret. Not that she didn't trust Keren, but she didn't feel comfortable with that information on a piece of paper. She handed the clipboard back, "I'd rather that not be on paper, no offence to you, but if you happen to loose it ..."

A hand on her shoulder had moving away from Keren toward Kaatje and Paris where she and her brother we're address. She smiled at Kaatje, "Long time no see," she said gently before turning to Paris while Kaatje addressed her brother.

Xander gave a wave and nodded, "I didn't bring much outside of the first aid supplies I had in my car, but I can take care of many things including minor stitches if need be with this little kit. Glad to know I've got help, though I'm hoping there wont be to many problems."

Lily grinned at Paris and nodded, "yes this is right up my alley. We need as much training as possible and to make connections. Unity and survival," she said softly before giving her friend a quick squeeze.

She gave a laugh, "I should probably stretch, didn't get the chance before I came in."