✨ 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. )

Comments

[lateness]

Yes, she is. [ He spares a moment to glance in Rita's direction before turning back to Peter.

He nods. ] And it's a brilliant idea, organizing this sort of meeting. Didn't get to do much talking by the time the battle in the Seventh Circle began, eh?

[ The team had really bungled the whole thing up, and the Doctor might be angry about it but he doesn't blame them either. A very natural instinct, to want to help those ... to even want to play the hero knowing that they can be helped. Even if it was unwanted.

He snags a doughnut and takes a bite of one. The others ... get properly stashed into his pockets. ]

None taken. [ And at the mention of Jack, the Doctor's expression brightens. ] Jack! Ah, Jack. Shame he didn't stick around, but then he always did like to dash in and out, never did stay for very long in one place. [ But wherever he is, wherever he goes, the Doctor rests assured knowing he'll always be okay. It does hurt his hearts that he didn't get to give him a proper goodbye, or to get to know him all that well with this face.

He chuckles, teasing: ] Of course he would. I hope he was good to you during that bit. And that you were good to him too.

[spacedisaster]

[ Peter just met her last mission, and it was during some really stressful moments - first fighting guards, then being saved by her from the rubble of a fallen tower. But he likes Rita already, and even if the meeting ends up being just a one-time thing, Peter is still here to show support. ]

Not really, no. We were all busy getting into trouble. [ He's self-aware enough to admit that things could have been handled better, but there could also have been more prisoner casualties in the camps. Such is the way of life. You win some, you lose some. Peter is distracted from his more gloomy thoughts when he sees Eleven keeping the doughnut for later. ]

A shame indeed. He left a good impression. [ A fun and bright man, and very handsome to boot. Even Peter isn't blind to that, but he liked Jack for being kind and brave, even for those people he had just met. ]

Yeah, he was very sweet. We both planned to propose, making it all absurd and loud, as a distraction. In the end, it wasn't necessary for the mission. And we talked about our fake wedding. You were going to be invited, of course, all the yous. We were going to have fireworks, all the romantic music, monster trucks...

[ One thing is not like the others. ]