MarinaNova Asylum

[ training ]

The specified location for today's exercise, detailed in communiques to the Defense Force at large, wasn't far into Sector 6. It's unfortunate that they must meet here, but it had been the obvious choice for its open spaces, organic terrain, and relative seclusion. Data is there early, ensuring that a perimeter is well established and all safety precautions are in place. There is also, of course, a detailed emergency response plan on standby in his memory banks - an absolutely necessary precursor to his agreeing to hold the exercise here.

When he is satisfied with the course, he waits and makes himself available to any arriving members who may wish to approach him prior to the beginning of the exercise. Once everyone is present, a precisely calculated few minutes after the scheduled meeting time to allow for any stragglers, Data will step forward and address the attendees.

"Greetings, and thank you for coming. As you have likely been made to understand, the purpose of our assembly here is to encourage a higher level and increased efficiency of cooperation, communication, and coordination among the individuals comprising the Defense Force. As opposed to focusing on individual ability in combat, we will focus on the dynamics of the team as a whole, becoming more comfortable working with one another, and trusting each other in hazardous situations."

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[ ooc: please assume announcements about this went out to the defense force over the past couple of days ic! just not much to play out with that, of course. jump in on the course or after, threadjack, go nuts! have fun!

also open to ALL DEFENSE FORCE MEMBERS regardless of your department! ]

Afternoon

[Video]

[When being handed the communicator, Mal's fingers turned the video on. Mostly you're seeing Mal's chest and a blank wall behind him. The words are clearly in the background.]

An' I can call someone if I wan'? No tricks that'll land me another punishment?

[The video lands on his face, and it's clear he's not only angry but just as upset if not more than he was the day before. He looks down and realizes the thing's on.]

Mother of Buddha

[The feed cuts out.]

A few minutes later

[Audio]

[His voice is still rather thick with emotion... but he needs to do something to keep himself from going crazy. Maybe writing up the fucking brochure will help.]

For those who ain't aware, Inara's gone. Also, I don't feel like talking to Mr. Smiles here... and since I think I may be allowed a visitor... anyone wanna bring me pen and paper?

[Asami's smiling face appears onscreen, with a variety of dirty magazines visible behind her.] Hey, so there are some faces here. A lot of new faces since the last time I advertised, actually.

I guess that's what happens when your business doesn't really depend on money. Orrrr anything else, actually.

But anyway. I'm Asami Sato, and I run a shop called the Plush Rump. We are a sex store [There's a little frown at that, but not the sex store bit. She's comfortable talking about her job, now. She's just wondering who 'we' is supposed to be.], if you can't tell from the name, and we have a variety of items for red and blue bands alike. So if you're interested, stop by.

Action

[And of course, after posting her ad, she'll be at the store whenever she can throughout the day, ready for either customers or people who just want to hang out.]