2812/Training Grounds

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Training Grounds
Date of Scene: 07 August 2020
Location: The Robin's Roost - Chelsea
Synopsis: Talking about training and armor.
Cast of Characters: Tim Drake, Phoebe Beacon




Tim Drake has posed:
The note on the door amuses Tim when he finds it late in the evening. He should be heading out and going on patrol for the night. But... things happened and other things took his attention much of the day, and then he had to work on things in the lab. What was supposed to be a couple hours turned into... six.

Tim has problems like that.

But when he finally looked up from his digging into this NOWHERE business and realized he needed to grab a drink and something to eat, he found a nice note in the main level left by Beacon.

As he grabs an apple and soda from the fridge, he comms her with an invite to come to the Roost instead of her normal gallivanting. It might be more useful in the long run, after all.

He is on the main level when she arrives, in sweats and a tank top and sneakers. He looks like he's ready for the gym. Which... he is.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Beacon tries to be a Good Kid. She comes back to the Roost, clad in her new uniform, her cowl pulled up as she makes her way into the Roost, nervous -- and when she comes in, she pauses, seeing Tim in sweats and the tank and she pauses. She rubs the back of her head, and looks down and then looks back up to Tim, and haltingly states:

    "Ah... was I suposed to come in gym clothes? I don't live too far away -- I can go grab them?"

Tim Drake has posed:
"Don't sweat it. We've got some stuff down in the gym if you need to use it." Tim gives her a once over. "How's the suit? Fitting all right? Any adjustments? I can take it to fabrication if need be and tweak anything." He seems relatively perky for it being late at night. The nearby column of the wall has fresh spackle and paint on it. Don't ask. "In any event, follow me. Training is good for everyone." He leads the way down the elevator to the sublevel with the training areas: gym, range, a locker room type area. There's some basic workout clothing to change into for Beacon (and others at need).

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Training is pretty good for everyone." Beacon replies, and gives a look to the spackle and paint, motioning to it for a brief moment -- then doesn't inquire. She just shrugs, and follows behind Tim. She listens, and draws down to the sublevel and training area -- gym. Range. Locker room and workout clothing.

    "Seems like it's a pretty well-put together operation." she states, tucking her arms behind her back, and then motions. "The suit fits pretty well. I'm still getting used to it, but you have a pretty good eye." she gives a wry little smile, and rubs the back of her head again.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim shoots her a grin. "Good. And it helps to have scanners in your mask," he admits. "You don't, because... well, one thing at a time. They can be hard to get used to, all the data coming in. I'm really the only..." he trails off. "Well, it can be overwhelming, and we're trying not to overwhelm you. Much." He gestures towards the locker room. "Grab something to change into and we'll knock out some stuff. I've got time."

Though he does drift to the monitor screen on the wall for a bit while she changes, pulling up some of the things he's been working on in the lab. The screen, when she returns, actually has a draft for fabrication of what looks to be a sci-fi looking only humanoid in the vaguest of ways robot of some sort. Who knows what project he's working on.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I can't blame you. This is a bit heavier than what I'm used to -- one thing at a time." she gives a wry grin over to Tim -- and then, she gives a nod, and goes to change.

    When she comes out, she's barefoot, wearing a pair of sweatpants that have the drawstring tied tight, and a tank top. Her hair has been braided, and this time is pulled back into a long, braided ponytail. Her lips are pursed, her dark eyes set on the fabricator as she steps out. She doesn't have any scars, minus a couple of really, really old ones. Scraped elbow evidence, childhood injuries.

    She rubs the back of her neck as she regards Tim's project, and th eyounger teen looks at the fabrication draft.

    "... planning on some podracing?"

Tim Drake has posed:
"Mm?" Tim glances back over at her. "Uh... no, actually..." he looks embarrassed. "It's a prototype design for a..." he winces. "Robot butler? Someone to cook things so we're not just eating chips and sandwiches." He coughs. "I mean, we have a great kitchen but I don't think any of us know how to use it, and midnight waffles are awesome."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe gives a smile, and looks over at the robot, and she gives a soft hum.

    "A robot butler? That's super freaking cool." Phoebe gives a bright grin at Tim as she leans back against a handy pillar, and she rubs the back of her head again. "... though I'm a pretty great cook myself. Chocolate chip cupcakes with mint flavors."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim perks up. "Yeah, I thought it might be. Well, actually, Rose kind of keeps asking for one, and I mean, it sounds like a great idea, and it's not like I can't make one if I put the time into it, it's really just a matter of programming it... not really looking for an ACTUAL AI after all, just basic functions." He begins to start off into nerd land, but stops himself. "But. Uh, yeah. Side project. So, training."

He makes his way over to the various pieces of equipment in the front half of the training area. "It's not dodging flaming arrows, or anything... but the basics are the most important first." He grins. "I'll get the flaming arrows installed soon enough so Cassie feels at home." But he reaches over and presses a few buttons on the wall, and one of the pieces of equipment starts moving. "This one is like... a very painful treadmill. It'll throw things at you-- they are virtual, so you'll be fine-- but you'll need to dodge them, jump over them, et cetera." He gestures to a second machine after powering down the first, explaining it. There are a dozen different machines, and while none of the tech is the sort you'd find at the Titans tower (Tim simply doesn't have access to that sort of stuff yet), it's all pretty impressive even for metahumans.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Why not an actual AI? A couple of psych books, some cookbooks, words of wisdom, a little Sun Tzu..." Phoebe gives a bit of a grin as she watches Tim perk up. "Could be pretty useful to have a robot butler that you can talk through problems and tactics." she offers as a joke to Tim. "Never had a butler."

    But yeah, training!

    She follows Tim around the training area -- and looks a bit alarmed at the idea of flaming arrows flying everywhere.

    "Are you sure about -- oh. Yeah, the Amazons train pretty intensely. I've had bruises from sparring." she explains quietly, and watches as Tim introduces all the equipment. She examines the different machines as he shows them.

Tim Drake has posed:
"It's mostly a joke," Tim shrugs. "Cassie's always going on about how Amazon training is, so I like to tease her about some of the more ridiculous things I can come up with." He shrugs. "And bruises are normal." At least he assumes as much. He's generally covered in them himself from sparring or working out. "Eventually you just ignore 'em."R

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "They tend to go away pretty quick on me, but being flatpalmed by someone eight times my age who's had that much longer cor combat training?" she gives a wry grin. "That stung for a while."

    And so Phoebe stretches, rolling her shoulders a little bit as she gives a shrug, bouncing on her bare feet. "They are a super fascinating group. I'm pretty fortunate to be allowed into the embassy at any time, but I try not to take advantage of it." she attempts to sound chill, but there's a bit of excitement to her voice.

    "Because of my power, I tend to heal much quicker. That's... why I never bothered with armor before. That, and the expense."

Tim Drake has posed:
"If I could put //Conner// in armor I would," Tim replies dryly. "Metahuman abilities are nice, but in my experience, there's always a way around them. It never hurts to be over-prepared." Conner in armor, though, reminds him of the strange suit laying on one of the tables up in the labs, undergoing more analysis. Tim's expression is distant for a moment as he considers it, but then he shakes himself back to the present. "Someone's gonna find something to pause or slow your healing ability at some point, and then you'll regret not having armor. It's just how it is."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Well, yeah. How you make it break is too many injuries at once. A broken finger, a broken nose and a broken ankle will take priority over brusing over the ribs. If one of my nails gets pulled out it doesn't regrow as quickly as my stomach lining if I get stabbed." Phoebe explains to Tim. "And I can't use my staff if I get too injured either... pretty much why I stuck to helping out at homeless camps. That and--" she brings her fingers to her cheeks and wiggles them, giving a bright, full-face smile. "When you're a cute little girl, people tend to want to stick up for you when you bring them fresh socks and sandwiches, even in Gotham."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim laughs lightly at that. "For now. Wait until they get a face full of something Crane dishes up, and they'll gut you just as quickly." He sobers suddenly. "But yeah. You're always welcome to work out here whenever you'd like... and yeah, in your costume is good too, obviously, so you get used to moving in it. I remember the first time I worked out in armor. Everything was so much harder to bend and twist. Now? It's second nature. You'll get the hang of it. I wasn't much younger than you when I started."