✨ XIMILIA TOWN HALL MEETING ✨ ( video/audio/action )

[farr]

[ some morning in the middle of the week, during their return to the station, an invitation will be taped on the door of every orber. though the calligraphy would suggest this must have been typed on a computer and printer, each invitation is actually very carefully hand-written and reads as follows: ]

[ the idea is for everyone to meet in the mess hall at the intended time, but if some choose not to attend, the meeting can still be accessed by the earpieces, allowing all orbers to watch or listen in and contribute however they wish, no matter where they are.

however, for those who do decide to attend, the mess hall features a full display of bagels and donuts, along with plenty of fresh coffee, all to help everyone wake up and feel refreshed for the meeting that's about to take place.

a makeshift little stage, arranged by stacking together a few metal boxes is at the center of the room, atop of it being the one and only rita farr herself, with a bright optimistic smile. when she sees enough people present and settled, she speaks up, loud and clear: ]

Hello, everyone! Welcome to our first Annual — or monthly, or however we decide to do it — Town Hall meeting! Thank you all for coming and please enjoy the food to your heart's content. For those who don't know me, I'm Rita Farr. Now— though my name does appear on the invitation, this is hardly about me. This is about all of us.

After our ... last mission, it became quite clear that our group could use a bit of improvement with how we approach our next missions moving forward. And I thought the best way to plan for that is to allow all of us an opportunity to discuss how we all feel about what we've done well and what we could do better. After all, everyone deserves a say in this, right?

[ she points behind her where a giant board is on display on an easel, once again, hand-written with careful and precise calligraphy in giant letters: ]


Here, I've written some sample questions we can all try to offer answers to, but the floor will also be open for any other questions and suggestions that anyone might have. Remember, there are no wrong answers! We're all here for an open forum discussion. But before that!

[ she reaches over to the board, pulling it off to reveal another one behind it. this one reads as follows: ]


Please consider the "Keys to Success", not only on our missions, but as we talk together in this room right now. We'll go ahead and take turns either stepping up here on the stage or speaking out from wherever you are. There are no microphones but the earpieces should get your voices out to everyone. Now, who would like to start?


( this post is open to all! the idea is that everyone is taking turns in each thread to speak out to the entire group (whether from within the room or from elsewhere), but thread-jacking and hopping around for discussion is the key here! feel free to run wild with ic suggestions or questions regarding mission layouts or planning or whatever floats your boat (ic complaining/protest is always an option too). though rita is organizing it, it's open to whatever people are inclined to discuss. )

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[deaddrop]

[After Sam has made his case and had a chance to fade back into the group, Natasha joins him, giving his elbow a little nudge with hers.

She looks up at him, her expression a little mock coy.]

Personally I'm not sure who you're thinking of. We don't know anyone who wouldn't reach out if they need help.

[She doesn't even try to keep that deadpan.]

[unclesam]

[ That nets her a snort and a lopsided grin. ]

Think I shoulda tacked on a 'do as I say, not as me and mine?' 'cause that's absolutely how I'm helping raise my nephews.

[ Getting that all out has made him feel lighter at least. If those words reach at least one person the right way, he figures he's done his job. ]

Not quite as satisfying as dressing down a buncha politicians, but hey. Turns out it ain't the shield providing 'big speech superpowers'.

[deaddrop]

Makes sense. You probably have a higher opinion of the people here than most politicians.

[No one here can be said to be cloistered away from the action, insulated from the realities faced by those on the front line.

No one here is in charge.]

You okay?

[unclesam]

[ Now that's absolutely true. Sam can concede that. Her question gives him pause for a moment, but his shoulders slump a little. Not defeated. Just... tired. ]

This remind you of our incredibly productive accords discussion?

[ And where it led. Sam doesn't regret standing up for what he believed to be the right thing, and his opinion at least on that version of the Accords has not changed a bit so far, but... he very much regrets where it all led, especially when the disagreements over the Accords got tangled up in what happened with Bucky. Hindsight, and all that. If he could do it all again he might not change his overall stance, but he might change how he approached that complete shitshow.

Wouldn't take back firing Redwing right into Tony's face, though. Genuinely no offense to the guy, but as far as shenanigans in combat goes, Sam can honestly say that was the funniest maneuver he ever pulled, the overall seriousness of the situation notwithstanding. ]

[deaddrop]

How I remember it, we were on opposite sides of that conversation.

[Not exactly for ideological reasons. At least, not from Natasha's side. But then, Natasha isn't the kind to be lead by ideology in theory.

Natasha's reasons had been pragmatic, and they continue to be.]

But you're not wrong. I've been having flashbacks.