InsaneJournal

RP: Training day
Who: Everyone
Where: the ranch
When: April 11, 2012
Summary: It's Troy's turn.

Troy couldn't wait for this. They'd have a ball or Callen might kill him. Okay, that wasn't true. He didn't expect Callen to even get to him before Mr. V did, because the man had gone out of his way to accommodate him. He still didn't know why. He doubted that it was because Mr. V wanted to have fun. The man always had an ulterior motive. Whatever it was for the day, Troy didn't know or care, but hopefully it'd go well.

They met at the training center at 0930 or 9:30 for the normal people. The first order of business was moving tables and chairs to the field. "All right, here's the deal people. Table one is for your guns. Everyone gets to leave them here. Table two is for the laptops for the very smart geeks that we love so much. Chairs are for our referees: Savannah, Jenna, Sheldon and Mr. V. The grass has white paint, for a very rudimentary football field. We have to teams, one bandana and pretty much football, but here's the twist, you don't win just by scoring. We have a point system like in boxing, courtesy of Mr. V. Points will be awarded for scoring, for team work, for creative use of powers. Points will be taken off for not using powers, for predictability, for doing it alone, and generally for boring the referees.

"There is on basic rule. Don't kill or seriously injure anyone because besides pissing off a lot of people, you'll make your team lose. Green, you are not to use any blinding lights, anywhere, ever. You can totally use your lights to trick people, okay?" He'd keep his fingers crossed that he wouldn't do something stupid. "After each ten, fifteen minutes or when it's good, we'll stop play so the smart people can take five minutes or whatever at their computers to do whatever the hell they do all day. Also there shall be no groping, kissing, improper touching unless you're actually involved with that person, and Brian says he's got a camera ready. No groping, kissing or bribing the referees unless you're married to them, in which case if you don't at least try, you might get in trouble. Now, the teams. Team 1 will be me, Sam, Robert, Gemma, Tim, Derek, Dom, Brian, Eric, Eliot and Nell. Team 2 will be everyone else, but for those not keeping count, that's Ashleigh, Sean, Callen, Renko, Clay, Alexis, John, Deeks, Emily, April and Green."

The game lasted close to two hours and then they brought out the surprise with a BBQ and lots of hot dogs and hamburgers for lunch. It wasn't as fancy as Savannah's BBQs, but at least everyone was there, having a chance to talk and mingle.

After lunch, they brought everything back and then they started the hunt. Both him and Ash were out, but the teams were still even in number. After each task, the team were required to go back to the office to get more clues. Most of the 'treasure' was buried in such a way that some use of power was necessary. By the end of the day, he was sure that the agents hated him, Sheldon liked him because he got to go to his office and do his thing, and Savannah was ... he wasn't sure where she had gotten to. He also didn't know the score, but he didn't have to look at the sheet to know that the teams were even. He had already discussed that with Mr. V. The point wasn't to win, but to make people work together and also with every couple on opposite team, he hoped that no one tried to annihilate the other team.

By the time 1730 arrived, or once again 5:30pm for normal people, Troy was ready to call it a night. Callen could have his day job back. Troy didn't mind the training, but worrying about whether people would kill each other was tiring without having done anything.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since I know that you probably hate me now, but to make it up to you, there's a little surprise in the rec center, once again thanks to Mr. V. Go home, shower, change, everyone be there in half an hour, or 1800 for those who don't like approximations," he said with a grin.

Once they arrived there, there was a meal from one of the restaurants down in town. Nothing fancy, but a simple buffet dinner, with lots of party favorites. The final score was also given at the dinner. He'd probably get shit for it, but he really didn't care about that either. It was a day, he'd survived it, and hopefully Callen and Morgan had gotten some ideas about powers while the rest had learned to be a little less afraid.