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[This whole technology thing is actually kind of interesting! And Speedwagon, luckily, is very adaptable and it's not terribly difficult to figure out this nonsense. Despite his best efforts to tune out the majority of this training nonsense thus far. But when he gets the video going, he's got salandit plopped in his lap and a mareep curled up next to him. On one of the damn beds in the dorms, obviously.
At least he probably doesn't look too weird in a dress shirt that has the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up and simple slacks. The weirdest might just be the black and white checkered top hat. Don't ask. Don't do it.]
Well! Other than this whole nonsense about "training" when this lot couldn't find their own hand in front of their face in a well lit street, there's some rather fascinating things. Mostly the whole [he gestures at everything around him at the moment, that's not exactly telling] majority of this. Street lamps had only been around a couple of years, so lighting as plentiful as this is quite a feat, I must say. [Someone stop him, he's being sincere and it's awful.]
But from what I gather, everyone here is supposed to be some sort of... criminal, then? Because I could have guessed otherwise if these are the types that are in charge of training, I've seen street urchins that are better trained and more versed than these fools are. [Says the man who grew up in the worst alley in all of London, but that's details.] So do tell, friends, did anyone actually need this training or is it simply the locals being this inept?
At least he probably doesn't look too weird in a dress shirt that has the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up and simple slacks. The weirdest might just be the black and white checkered top hat. Don't ask. Don't do it.]
Well! Other than this whole nonsense about "training" when this lot couldn't find their own hand in front of their face in a well lit street, there's some rather fascinating things. Mostly the whole [he gestures at everything around him at the moment, that's not exactly telling] majority of this. Street lamps had only been around a couple of years, so lighting as plentiful as this is quite a feat, I must say. [Someone stop him, he's being sincere and it's awful.]
But from what I gather, everyone here is supposed to be some sort of... criminal, then? Because I could have guessed otherwise if these are the types that are in charge of training, I've seen street urchins that are better trained and more versed than these fools are. [Says the man who grew up in the worst alley in all of London, but that's details.] So do tell, friends, did anyone actually need this training or is it simply the locals being this inept?