Kane/April: DR Intro
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xp_logs April does her first DR session with Kane and immediately decides to switch to Scott instead.
"Hey Garrison," April said as she entered the Danger Room's observation area. "You wanted to get a read on my limits?" She was dressed for a full workout, the swirl of black and blue already running up her arms and legs, spinnerets clasped around her wrists. She'd kept the claws in for now, but she'd bring them out if needed. "What do you need from me to start?"
"I mentioned it was a good idea. You up for an endurance test right now? This place is going to beat you." Kane yawned and sipped from his coffee. "If that's the case, get down there and I'll start running the program. If not, we can do a less comprehensive run."
"It is a good idea. I haven't really pushed my limits since I landed here, and I've got the time." April headed downstairs, hovering near the edges of the room as she waited for Garrison to start up whatever he had planned. She wasn't arrogant enough to think she could best a program designed to push people to their limit, but she wanted to give it a good showing. Hopefully her lessened activity hadn't caused her skills to degrade much.
"OK, I'm firing things up." Kane's fingers danced across the interface. "Anything you want to see in specific?"
"There's been another spider person in the mansion, is my understanding? Might as well start with whatever you put them through. I'm..." she paused for a moment, considering. "Well. It's likely similar enough to start."
"At some point, we need to have a talk about spider people. If that's common for you, we need to understand it." Kane said as he spun up a fractal city. "First goal, get to the flag."
"Sure, we can do that after this if you'd like." April eyed the city in front of her warily, taking in the features she could see and the location of the flag. A deep breath, and her hand shot out, web attaching to a light post as she swung up, then again to the nearest building. She focused on sticking as she flew at the brick, the web helping to brace her impact before she skittered up the side and onto the roof, skirting the edges to maximize blind spots of any hostiles programmed to attack. A nearby roof would get her that much closer, and she launched herself into a flip, landing with a skidding slide.
The flag was in mostly open space, and she could see a few shadows that looked humanoid. Trapped or not? Her neck wasn't tingling more than usual, so she watched for a moment, trying to discern any patterns or holes she could exploit to get the flag with minimum interaction. She finally decided on a path, and moved slowly down the side of the building, dropping into a crouch and moving into the shadows. Her clothing was a help in this, the dark grey sweats and black tank top working with her own abilities as she slipped quietly through the darkest patches she could find.
The figures came into focus - humans in dark suits, ambling around the flag, as if specifically waiting for her. Kane tapped a few buttons, enabling the first trap - a laser tripwire which would detonate a charge right under her if she missed it between her and the target.
Her neck prickled, eyes narrowing as she tried to figure out what had changed. Could she get close enough to take one of the patrolling humans without alerting the others? It was worth trying. A rock on the ground was as good of a distraction as any, and wouldn't cost as much energy as her webbing did. A toss and the rock bounced, the sound catching her target's attention before the resulting detonation as it skittered through the tripwire caught the attention of the entire group. She pressed back against the building, shadows still obscuring her from view while she readied to climb or web herself away if necessary.
The men fanned out, now on high alert, weapons at ready. They weren't amateurs, moving in a disciplined way, overlapping fields of fire and supporting each person as they swept the roof.
April slid further back into the shadows, waiting for the guard closest to her to reach the farthest edge of his patrol. If she was incredibly lucky, she'd time her web just right to get his weapon and his mouth. If she was regular lucky, she'd get his weapon and the next closest guard. She took aim and paused, waiting patiently for just the right timing, then fired. The surprised shout had her moving quickly, more webbing wrapping around the hands and weapon before covering his mouth. The sound of footsteps alerted her at the same time her neck prickled, and she rolled out of the way just as a foot swept through the air where her shoulders had been.
Fighting from the ground was a bit of a disadvantage, but a little help from a tendril or two helped her pull the other attacker to the ground, adding just enough surprise to give her time to wrap his arms behind his back. She made a mental note to see about getting some good zip ties and darted away from the small group to another patch of shadows slightly closer to the flag. Two down for now, several more and even more traps to go.
"Oh, you are about to have a very bad day." Kane muttered, fingers flying over the holographic controls. Just as she moved, the area suddenly was lit up like a stadium as recessed lights in the ground started throwing out high lamp wattage, bathing the surrounding area in light. The shadows were stripped away.
April let out a low, hissed curse as her eyes were assaulted, blinking back spots and handling the hassle of watery eyes as she suddenly became very visible. She ducked into a sloppy spin as she heard pounding feet come up behind her, arm shooting out in a blunt mallet shape and connecting solidly with a thigh, pushing the assailant just far enough back to give herself a few seconds to look across the field. Several more guards and not nearly enough hidey places for her taste, but needs must. She shot a web at a nearby fire escape, sailing to an uneasy hold against the wall to give her space and precious time to think. A second web had a trash can lid in her hands, feet sticking to the wall to let her lean out in the world's weirdest frisbee toss. It caught a guard in the side, but the clatter as it dropped ensured all eyes were now on her. Shit.
The scattering of gunfire kept her pinned in the spot. The men were well trained at least, seeking to concentrate their fire and move as some semblance of a unit without getting in each other's way. That was rare with organized crime flunkies. They were mostly hired for their willingness to commit violence as opposed to their effectiveness. This group had some training worth taking seriously at the very least.
A few blobs of webbing took care of the weapons of two of the attackers, giving April time to climb another story and wiggle into a half-open window. Heat seared along her hip as she rolled in, and her hand went automatically to the area, grimacing at the tacky feel before wiping her hand on her shirt. It felt more like a bad scrape and was bleeding sluggishly, so she ignored it in favor of making an exit plan. She wanted that damn flag, but not enough for an all-out run at the open space. The room she'd landed in was fairly open, but she stuck to the shadows and walls as best as she was able as she made her way out and down the hall, quietly opening another window.
Hints of chatter drifted to her ears, but nothing loud or close enough to make out, so she cautiously stuck her head out the window. There were attackers at the open end of the alley, but the saturation of light meant she couldn't just sneak past them. There was an open dumpster though. Hmm. A few aggravating thoughts later and tendrils were floating around her head and down her arms, a few shooting out in tandem with her webs to grab both goons and drag them towards the dumpster before lightly dropping them in and closing the lid. A flick of her wrist and a long jump had her sailing to the roof of the next building and several feet closer to the open area of the flag.
"We're missing people."
"Tommy, go to IR. Everyone else, back to sweep pattern delta. She's only got so many approaches." They weren't trying to hide their voices, spreading out again, but overlapping fields of fire to make up for the lack of people they now faced.
Highly trained assailants weren't something April was as used to with neighborhood patrols since she mostly kept to stopping muggings and robberies, and the bigger threats she'd usually had at least her sister or been working with NYPD to help close gaps and provide non-lethal containment. Tackling an experienced group on her own was a new experience, and something she hoped she wouldn't be repeating all too often.
Her only cover was keeping low on the rooftops, and they probably knew she was somewhere up there. She peeked over the edge, spying one of the guards nearest her moving slowly, gun out and aimed low. Part of a loose brick and a bit of strength behind her next throw had him letting out a shout as the projectile connected with his elbow, gun hitting the ground with thunk as she jumped from the building to the roof of a nearby gazebo, finally to the border of the wide expanse that the flag sat in the middle of. From this close, she could make out some of the smaller details.
"OK, I've had enough. Everyone stick to thermal." He said as bank of halogen lights flooded the rooftop with significantly bright lights, "Quarter by search pattern delta. You know the drill. Let's find this fucker."
'How bright do the damn lights in this room get,' April thought as she blinked furiously, body shifting as she prepared to pounce the guy underneath her. A jump had her landing on his back knee first, arm curling around his neck in a firm hold as tendrils wrapped around his mouth and weapon. "Make your way to the flag like you're doing a security sweep." Her looks morphed somewhat as they moved, unknowingly providing an extra bit of camouflage as he crossed the green of the field.
The man moved a few steps and then suddenly pitched forward, collapsing into the midst of the lights, carrying her with him into the glare. His equipment clattered as it hit the ground, drawing attention over to him.
"Shit, she's there. Tango tango! Engage!"
"That's a problem for you, buddy," April quipped as she rolled, webbing spraying across the man's arms and torso to stick him to the ground. "And I'll take that, just in case." She gave him a cheeky grin as she saw fingers trying to reach for something, and slid a wicked looking knife out. A sharp thrust into the ground left it next to his head, webbing surrounding it as she laughed. "Now now, you can't expect to cheat just because some spidery tart with a bit of webbing got you all tied up." Her tendrils receded and a last bit of web covered his mouth to prevent replies before she dug into his equipment.
Before she could get far, several bullets whined past her, and two of the gunmen were converging on her position. They moved in tandem, covering fire designed not as much to hit but to fill up the space around her, taking away escape routes.
"Your friends are rude, buddy," she huffed out, and then a little louder, "and so is the asshole in the control tower." April figured Garrison could hear her, and as one of the other goons got close enough a web shot out, wrapping around the gun and his hand. "Wouldn't suggest tryi--SHIT," she snarled out as heat seared along her arm. The area she'd been shot hurt like hell even as a tendril lashed out, wrapping around the woman's ankle and jerking her to the ground.
"We got her. Move in, all units!" The man behind the command moved with utter professionalism, shifting fields, adapting to her abilities as he continued to pour fire towards her. The woman she brought down hit her head hard and lost her weapon, but training took over as she went for her sidearm.
"Nope," she grit out, a second tendril curling around the woman's wrist until a muted set of cracks was heard. "Keep it holstered, or you'll need a friend to wipe your ass for the next six to eight weeks," she grouched, momentarily forgetting they were a simulation. A foot stomped the hand of the man she'd webbed and ground down with a crunch, and a low, crouching leap had her about halfway across the remaining distance to the flag but fully without cover.
Automatic fire tracked her to her new perch, several shots landing as three men coordinated on her. "Just give up." One called, as even more shots came her way.
As if. "Parkers don't quit, but maybe you should while you still have a shooting hand," April called across the grass, moving unpredictably as she made her way towards the flag in a sideways scuttle. Duck, jump, left, right, right again, then duck, a careful zig and zag that varied, never the same pattern twice in a row. A sharp sting and radiating pain in her leg had her slowing with a pained grunt, limping ever closer to the flag.
"Take care of her." She could hear the order and saw the flashbang bounce end over end in her direction.
A tentacle wrapped around it and tossed the flashbang back in the direction it'd been thrown from, but not fast enough for April to get fully turned away before the flash of sharp light and sound rolled over her and her pursuers. She kept moving in the direction of the flag despite the spots in her eyes and rushing in her ears, hand finally curling around the metal of the pole.
The impacts weren't that painful, but it was clear, in a real world environment, she would have been dealing with multiple gun shots. Around her, the scenario disappeared and she was left with the empty room of the DR around her.
April flopped on her back, waiting until her ears weren't quite ringing to talk. "Are you coming down here to critique me or am I hauling myself upstairs," she finally called out, cracking one eye open to stare up at the control room.
"I'm just the operator. It's not my job to critique you." Kane said with a shrug. "The room will have the post-session analysis."
"And you don't have an opinion?" One eyebrow raised in disbelief. "Pull the other one, it's got bells on." April pushed herself to her feet, the lingering pain from the flashbang and the shots she'd taken already faded to the dull ache of a good workout. Her arms faded back to their normal light tan as she made her way up the stairs and into the control room, and she sank gracefully to the floor, leaning against a wall. "You mentioned learning more about spider abilities? What do you want to know? My set's a bit weird, but I can talk about May and Dad."
"Sure. You're too aggressive." Kane said. "The best way to deal with that scenario is a long game. Negate people and let them make mistakes. You got eager." He shrugged.
April took a long swallow of water before replying. "That group's a little more advanced than your average set of street muggers or low-level ne'er do wells. Tac gear, more and better weapons, smarter coordination. Generally if I faced off against a group like that, I'd have May around or be liaising with NYPD to limit escape chances. Catch stragglers, cut off side routes. That sort of thing." She started to stretch, figuring she could do her cool-down routine during any questions she might be asked. "I do get impatient though," she added with a shrug of a shoulder. "Waiting too long just leads to bad results, in my experience."
“Maybe. But the point of the room isn’t to set up what you know. It is to create a scenario for you to deal with in the then and now.” The inputs around his hands glowed golden for a moment. “It is also designed to beat you. Over two thirds of DR scenarios end in failure, because that’s where we learn the most.”
"When you said the room was designed to win, I didn't think you meant our very own Kobayashi Maru," April replied, a rather unimpressed twist of her lips as she looked at Kane over her water bottle. "And what if your person is more of a Kirk?"
"If you can reprogram the room on the sly for an advantage, you deserve it. And none of the scenarios are unbeatable." Kane shrugged. "They are just often unfair; opponent skill levels above normal, traps and people in unexpected locations, events replicating plain old bad luck."
April shook her head. "Do not look at me for on the fly programming needs. Now, did you want the rundown on what I know about common spider abilities, or would you rather get that later? I'm feeling a bit peckish from that workout."
"I'm good for now. The DR will compile all the data and Scott will likely do a walkthrough with you at some point soon. You're free to hit the showers and the kitchen in whatever order you feel is most appropriate." He said jokingly.
"Hey Garrison," April said as she entered the Danger Room's observation area. "You wanted to get a read on my limits?" She was dressed for a full workout, the swirl of black and blue already running up her arms and legs, spinnerets clasped around her wrists. She'd kept the claws in for now, but she'd bring them out if needed. "What do you need from me to start?"
"I mentioned it was a good idea. You up for an endurance test right now? This place is going to beat you." Kane yawned and sipped from his coffee. "If that's the case, get down there and I'll start running the program. If not, we can do a less comprehensive run."
"It is a good idea. I haven't really pushed my limits since I landed here, and I've got the time." April headed downstairs, hovering near the edges of the room as she waited for Garrison to start up whatever he had planned. She wasn't arrogant enough to think she could best a program designed to push people to their limit, but she wanted to give it a good showing. Hopefully her lessened activity hadn't caused her skills to degrade much.
"OK, I'm firing things up." Kane's fingers danced across the interface. "Anything you want to see in specific?"
"There's been another spider person in the mansion, is my understanding? Might as well start with whatever you put them through. I'm..." she paused for a moment, considering. "Well. It's likely similar enough to start."
"At some point, we need to have a talk about spider people. If that's common for you, we need to understand it." Kane said as he spun up a fractal city. "First goal, get to the flag."
"Sure, we can do that after this if you'd like." April eyed the city in front of her warily, taking in the features she could see and the location of the flag. A deep breath, and her hand shot out, web attaching to a light post as she swung up, then again to the nearest building. She focused on sticking as she flew at the brick, the web helping to brace her impact before she skittered up the side and onto the roof, skirting the edges to maximize blind spots of any hostiles programmed to attack. A nearby roof would get her that much closer, and she launched herself into a flip, landing with a skidding slide.
The flag was in mostly open space, and she could see a few shadows that looked humanoid. Trapped or not? Her neck wasn't tingling more than usual, so she watched for a moment, trying to discern any patterns or holes she could exploit to get the flag with minimum interaction. She finally decided on a path, and moved slowly down the side of the building, dropping into a crouch and moving into the shadows. Her clothing was a help in this, the dark grey sweats and black tank top working with her own abilities as she slipped quietly through the darkest patches she could find.
The figures came into focus - humans in dark suits, ambling around the flag, as if specifically waiting for her. Kane tapped a few buttons, enabling the first trap - a laser tripwire which would detonate a charge right under her if she missed it between her and the target.
Her neck prickled, eyes narrowing as she tried to figure out what had changed. Could she get close enough to take one of the patrolling humans without alerting the others? It was worth trying. A rock on the ground was as good of a distraction as any, and wouldn't cost as much energy as her webbing did. A toss and the rock bounced, the sound catching her target's attention before the resulting detonation as it skittered through the tripwire caught the attention of the entire group. She pressed back against the building, shadows still obscuring her from view while she readied to climb or web herself away if necessary.
The men fanned out, now on high alert, weapons at ready. They weren't amateurs, moving in a disciplined way, overlapping fields of fire and supporting each person as they swept the roof.
April slid further back into the shadows, waiting for the guard closest to her to reach the farthest edge of his patrol. If she was incredibly lucky, she'd time her web just right to get his weapon and his mouth. If she was regular lucky, she'd get his weapon and the next closest guard. She took aim and paused, waiting patiently for just the right timing, then fired. The surprised shout had her moving quickly, more webbing wrapping around the hands and weapon before covering his mouth. The sound of footsteps alerted her at the same time her neck prickled, and she rolled out of the way just as a foot swept through the air where her shoulders had been.
Fighting from the ground was a bit of a disadvantage, but a little help from a tendril or two helped her pull the other attacker to the ground, adding just enough surprise to give her time to wrap his arms behind his back. She made a mental note to see about getting some good zip ties and darted away from the small group to another patch of shadows slightly closer to the flag. Two down for now, several more and even more traps to go.
"Oh, you are about to have a very bad day." Kane muttered, fingers flying over the holographic controls. Just as she moved, the area suddenly was lit up like a stadium as recessed lights in the ground started throwing out high lamp wattage, bathing the surrounding area in light. The shadows were stripped away.
April let out a low, hissed curse as her eyes were assaulted, blinking back spots and handling the hassle of watery eyes as she suddenly became very visible. She ducked into a sloppy spin as she heard pounding feet come up behind her, arm shooting out in a blunt mallet shape and connecting solidly with a thigh, pushing the assailant just far enough back to give herself a few seconds to look across the field. Several more guards and not nearly enough hidey places for her taste, but needs must. She shot a web at a nearby fire escape, sailing to an uneasy hold against the wall to give her space and precious time to think. A second web had a trash can lid in her hands, feet sticking to the wall to let her lean out in the world's weirdest frisbee toss. It caught a guard in the side, but the clatter as it dropped ensured all eyes were now on her. Shit.
The scattering of gunfire kept her pinned in the spot. The men were well trained at least, seeking to concentrate their fire and move as some semblance of a unit without getting in each other's way. That was rare with organized crime flunkies. They were mostly hired for their willingness to commit violence as opposed to their effectiveness. This group had some training worth taking seriously at the very least.
A few blobs of webbing took care of the weapons of two of the attackers, giving April time to climb another story and wiggle into a half-open window. Heat seared along her hip as she rolled in, and her hand went automatically to the area, grimacing at the tacky feel before wiping her hand on her shirt. It felt more like a bad scrape and was bleeding sluggishly, so she ignored it in favor of making an exit plan. She wanted that damn flag, but not enough for an all-out run at the open space. The room she'd landed in was fairly open, but she stuck to the shadows and walls as best as she was able as she made her way out and down the hall, quietly opening another window.
Hints of chatter drifted to her ears, but nothing loud or close enough to make out, so she cautiously stuck her head out the window. There were attackers at the open end of the alley, but the saturation of light meant she couldn't just sneak past them. There was an open dumpster though. Hmm. A few aggravating thoughts later and tendrils were floating around her head and down her arms, a few shooting out in tandem with her webs to grab both goons and drag them towards the dumpster before lightly dropping them in and closing the lid. A flick of her wrist and a long jump had her sailing to the roof of the next building and several feet closer to the open area of the flag.
"We're missing people."
"Tommy, go to IR. Everyone else, back to sweep pattern delta. She's only got so many approaches." They weren't trying to hide their voices, spreading out again, but overlapping fields of fire to make up for the lack of people they now faced.
Highly trained assailants weren't something April was as used to with neighborhood patrols since she mostly kept to stopping muggings and robberies, and the bigger threats she'd usually had at least her sister or been working with NYPD to help close gaps and provide non-lethal containment. Tackling an experienced group on her own was a new experience, and something she hoped she wouldn't be repeating all too often.
Her only cover was keeping low on the rooftops, and they probably knew she was somewhere up there. She peeked over the edge, spying one of the guards nearest her moving slowly, gun out and aimed low. Part of a loose brick and a bit of strength behind her next throw had him letting out a shout as the projectile connected with his elbow, gun hitting the ground with thunk as she jumped from the building to the roof of a nearby gazebo, finally to the border of the wide expanse that the flag sat in the middle of. From this close, she could make out some of the smaller details.
"OK, I've had enough. Everyone stick to thermal." He said as bank of halogen lights flooded the rooftop with significantly bright lights, "Quarter by search pattern delta. You know the drill. Let's find this fucker."
'How bright do the damn lights in this room get,' April thought as she blinked furiously, body shifting as she prepared to pounce the guy underneath her. A jump had her landing on his back knee first, arm curling around his neck in a firm hold as tendrils wrapped around his mouth and weapon. "Make your way to the flag like you're doing a security sweep." Her looks morphed somewhat as they moved, unknowingly providing an extra bit of camouflage as he crossed the green of the field.
The man moved a few steps and then suddenly pitched forward, collapsing into the midst of the lights, carrying her with him into the glare. His equipment clattered as it hit the ground, drawing attention over to him.
"Shit, she's there. Tango tango! Engage!"
"That's a problem for you, buddy," April quipped as she rolled, webbing spraying across the man's arms and torso to stick him to the ground. "And I'll take that, just in case." She gave him a cheeky grin as she saw fingers trying to reach for something, and slid a wicked looking knife out. A sharp thrust into the ground left it next to his head, webbing surrounding it as she laughed. "Now now, you can't expect to cheat just because some spidery tart with a bit of webbing got you all tied up." Her tendrils receded and a last bit of web covered his mouth to prevent replies before she dug into his equipment.
Before she could get far, several bullets whined past her, and two of the gunmen were converging on her position. They moved in tandem, covering fire designed not as much to hit but to fill up the space around her, taking away escape routes.
"Your friends are rude, buddy," she huffed out, and then a little louder, "and so is the asshole in the control tower." April figured Garrison could hear her, and as one of the other goons got close enough a web shot out, wrapping around the gun and his hand. "Wouldn't suggest tryi--SHIT," she snarled out as heat seared along her arm. The area she'd been shot hurt like hell even as a tendril lashed out, wrapping around the woman's ankle and jerking her to the ground.
"We got her. Move in, all units!" The man behind the command moved with utter professionalism, shifting fields, adapting to her abilities as he continued to pour fire towards her. The woman she brought down hit her head hard and lost her weapon, but training took over as she went for her sidearm.
"Nope," she grit out, a second tendril curling around the woman's wrist until a muted set of cracks was heard. "Keep it holstered, or you'll need a friend to wipe your ass for the next six to eight weeks," she grouched, momentarily forgetting they were a simulation. A foot stomped the hand of the man she'd webbed and ground down with a crunch, and a low, crouching leap had her about halfway across the remaining distance to the flag but fully without cover.
Automatic fire tracked her to her new perch, several shots landing as three men coordinated on her. "Just give up." One called, as even more shots came her way.
As if. "Parkers don't quit, but maybe you should while you still have a shooting hand," April called across the grass, moving unpredictably as she made her way towards the flag in a sideways scuttle. Duck, jump, left, right, right again, then duck, a careful zig and zag that varied, never the same pattern twice in a row. A sharp sting and radiating pain in her leg had her slowing with a pained grunt, limping ever closer to the flag.
"Take care of her." She could hear the order and saw the flashbang bounce end over end in her direction.
A tentacle wrapped around it and tossed the flashbang back in the direction it'd been thrown from, but not fast enough for April to get fully turned away before the flash of sharp light and sound rolled over her and her pursuers. She kept moving in the direction of the flag despite the spots in her eyes and rushing in her ears, hand finally curling around the metal of the pole.
The impacts weren't that painful, but it was clear, in a real world environment, she would have been dealing with multiple gun shots. Around her, the scenario disappeared and she was left with the empty room of the DR around her.
April flopped on her back, waiting until her ears weren't quite ringing to talk. "Are you coming down here to critique me or am I hauling myself upstairs," she finally called out, cracking one eye open to stare up at the control room.
"I'm just the operator. It's not my job to critique you." Kane said with a shrug. "The room will have the post-session analysis."
"And you don't have an opinion?" One eyebrow raised in disbelief. "Pull the other one, it's got bells on." April pushed herself to her feet, the lingering pain from the flashbang and the shots she'd taken already faded to the dull ache of a good workout. Her arms faded back to their normal light tan as she made her way up the stairs and into the control room, and she sank gracefully to the floor, leaning against a wall. "You mentioned learning more about spider abilities? What do you want to know? My set's a bit weird, but I can talk about May and Dad."
"Sure. You're too aggressive." Kane said. "The best way to deal with that scenario is a long game. Negate people and let them make mistakes. You got eager." He shrugged.
April took a long swallow of water before replying. "That group's a little more advanced than your average set of street muggers or low-level ne'er do wells. Tac gear, more and better weapons, smarter coordination. Generally if I faced off against a group like that, I'd have May around or be liaising with NYPD to limit escape chances. Catch stragglers, cut off side routes. That sort of thing." She started to stretch, figuring she could do her cool-down routine during any questions she might be asked. "I do get impatient though," she added with a shrug of a shoulder. "Waiting too long just leads to bad results, in my experience."
“Maybe. But the point of the room isn’t to set up what you know. It is to create a scenario for you to deal with in the then and now.” The inputs around his hands glowed golden for a moment. “It is also designed to beat you. Over two thirds of DR scenarios end in failure, because that’s where we learn the most.”
"When you said the room was designed to win, I didn't think you meant our very own Kobayashi Maru," April replied, a rather unimpressed twist of her lips as she looked at Kane over her water bottle. "And what if your person is more of a Kirk?"
"If you can reprogram the room on the sly for an advantage, you deserve it. And none of the scenarios are unbeatable." Kane shrugged. "They are just often unfair; opponent skill levels above normal, traps and people in unexpected locations, events replicating plain old bad luck."
April shook her head. "Do not look at me for on the fly programming needs. Now, did you want the rundown on what I know about common spider abilities, or would you rather get that later? I'm feeling a bit peckish from that workout."
"I'm good for now. The DR will compile all the data and Scott will likely do a walkthrough with you at some point soon. You're free to hit the showers and the kitchen in whatever order you feel is most appropriate." He said jokingly.
