Gotta reach for the top

[somebiblicalshit]

Who| Coach and anyone interested!
What| Coach's here and he's confused as hell.
Where| D11 suites and Training Center bar
When| 9/22, Tuesday



D11 commons

Coach has never been in a place this nice before. It's almost too fancy, like a posh Vegas hotel. More up Nick's alley than Coach's, who favors a more homey environment. There are some luxuries he can't resist though, like a good long shower. He must have spent an hour in there before changing into a clean, dark green button up shirt and pants. He feels lighter just from that even though he's pretty sure he's only shed a couple of pounds from living it rough for a while.

"Man...kinda quiet in here for such a big place, ain't it?" He's hoping for someone to answer, because he's a man looking for answers. "Anybody here?" He continues on, not making it a secret that he's amusingly disturbed at what he's been told. He's hoping that it's just a joke with a pending punchline. "I've got a couple of questions pertainin' to my apparent new responsibilities if you are to be so kind."

TC Bar

"Look, I know I don't got the money but I'm tellin' you son, after what I just shared with you about the Tanks on the explodin' bridge on top of everything else I've been through? I think I deserve a couple of cold ones."

The bartender looks at him like he's heard all this shit before, as if it was yesterday's news. So he just raises a brow at the man and pulls out a glass of ice and fills it with water before walking off to the other end of the bar. That's fine enough for Coach as he quietly thanks the man. He's not one to beg but it was worth a shot. He's back in civilization again and should act like it, even if this is nothing like back home.

He really should step out and have a look around, but for now he's sitting down on this bar stool like he hasn't sat down in a long time. Raising a toast to the faces he's kept on his mind since this all started, he lets out a sigh and takes a drink.

Comments

[contrarianlibrarian]

"Our most highly regarded sport, yes."

Why? The answer was so plain to a fan of the Games that it was hard to answer. But she knew there was something of a different thinking among their tributes, meaning it was even harder to explain. She tilts her head to one side. "I must assure you that the vast majority of our current participants return. All the same, the high stakes are a necessary part of the Games--I do hope you understand."

[somebiblicalshit]

Football is a sport. So is baseball, basketball, lacrosse, wrestling and even bowling. Murder...does not exactly fit into those categories for Coach. Man, for all the technology they seem to have here he didn't think he'd be caught up in a culture that values something that's more akin to the Roman gladiator days.

"I think I do." Doesn't mean he agrees by any means. "It all just comes down to the fact that I'm stuck here." This is their territory, not his, and he has enough intuition to know that being vocal about his own opinions probably isn't a good idea.

[contrarianlibrarian]

At least he's quick. She smiles warmly and bobs her head. "Precisely. There would be little point in quibbling over the details--there would be no way to change them."

While the smile doesn't fade at all, she means the last part as a warning.

"Of course, I will do all I can to help you get along as best you can. You seem to be adapting well already--you're a sharp man, aren't you?"

[somebiblicalshit]

Yep, despite his size, Coach has been able to power through the streets with the rest of his group. It was only when his leg had been burnt by Spitter goo or knocked in all the wrong places by a Tank that he had trouble keeping up. He had been through worse, although from the sound of things he seems to have gotten out of the frying pan and into the fire.

"S'why they call me Coach." Okay, that's not entirely why but it does show his experience in leading a team through a game or a zombie apocalypse!

He shrugs, but his brows furrow again at another part that bugs him. A lot of this does. "Folks die, but you can bring them back? I heard you just now 'bout not worryin' over details but lady, that doesn't make any sense to me."

[contrarianlibrarian]

"Excellent."

Maybe he could be some help with the others, then... but that was for later, once he'd had time to settle in.

She flutters her hand in front of her dismissively. "Oh, of course it doesn't. It all is rather strange, isn't it? It is something of a new development even for us, so you aren't alone in thinking that." She shrugs. "I have also been informed--especially by Altair, one of your peers--that our level of technology is quite advanced compared to that of many of your homes. There is much that won't make sense, and you should find no shame in that."

Dwelling too long on the revival specifically will lead to questions she can't answer and possibly hand-wringing about the dead children from before the the new games. Neither is very appropriate, so she tries to steer it to the general.

[somebiblicalshit]

"Hell, I ain't ever that good with technology to begin with." Though he can get by, no more than the average teacher anyway. But there are some things that he'd hear that still sounds more like it belongs in a sci-fi flick than reality...and most of what he's already seeing here is, or was, in that category. Tampering with life like the way the Capitol can apparently do is something he isn't quite ready to question further until he can fully wrap his head around it.

"This thing works like a cellphone, I take it?" He holds up his wrist to show the comm device given to him. The look he gives to the object is as if he's saying, yeah, okay. This is pretty cool.

[contrarianlibrarian]

Cellphones being somewhat quaint by this time, she doesn't really have a straight yes or no answer for that. Fake it til you make it.

"It will allow you to communicate with your fellows. Face-to-face despite not being in the same physical location." She presses one hand to her cheek, a concerned frown on her face. "Do remember that these network posts are public. I'd hate to see you compromise yourself."

Or her, by virtue of being his Escort. That's really what she means.