You would answer the ad you'd met with Dr. Winslow in the history department over a dozen times to discuss the project. This however was your first week of training. Dr. Winslow had said you and five others were selected out of hundreds of applicants. The project, as outlandish as it seemed, made more sense as the time passed. Dr. Winslow, an academic legend or charlatan depending of who you spoke too, you found to be a passionate, hard working, and wholly eccentric man with a talent for persuasion. Although advanced in his years he seemed to out match some of the student athletes on campus and no one in his department or the campus could match his devotion to the exploration of time's tenants and meaning.

Today was the day you'd meet the others in the group. You were feeling a range of emotions as you walked into a small annex building just off your urban campus' beaten path. The building was simple in its design and constructed mostly of brick. Going inside you found reception and were then directed to Dr. Winslow's labs down a long corridor. Opening the door to find a large white walled room lined with chairs on one side and a row of filing cabinets on the other. The room was lit with overhead artificial lights washing out all inside. Inside (first poster no-one. Everyone after one additional person to your PC).

A tall man with deep red hair makes his way into the room, looking around curiously as no one seems to be present.  He stands in the middle for a moment, apparently uncertain with what to do with himself.  He reaches up and scratches at his chin absentmindedly where his "beard" is growing in.  

"Hello?  Is anyone here?"  

Waiting for a moment and not hearing an immediate response, he makes a circle around the room, looking over the filing cabinets without touching them.  Inspecting for any kind of labels or hints as to what might be inside them before going and sitting in the farthest chair from the door.  He sets his bag down on the ground to his left, opposite the door, subconciously guarding it from anyone else that might enter the room.

"I'm here" Vic announces to the tall red head with a wave. A small barn owl rests on Vic's head, tilting and bobbing its head as it regards the first one in. Vic's face is blank as he makes his way over to the chairs and sits down and sets his pack under the chair, the owl on his head remaining perched the whole time. Neither owl nor man really mind  each others existence and hardly acknowledge each other. Vic and the Owl Tyton great each of those who arrive with a nod as they enter, his Owl adjusting it's head as it looks over each person and Vic trying read a few sentences of a brief history of time in between greeting whoever shows up with a nod.

"Oh my... you have a bird on you." A rather slightly built young man leans against the doorway as he comes in, before moving aside for someone behind him.

((sorry so short, I have a busy Wednesday!))

"Howdy, I'm Hunter" a 6'3", 225 pound mass of muscle and energy says as he bursts into the room. He twirls a football in one hand and spins around to take in the whole room.

He looks a little disappointed when all he sees are chairs, filing cabinets and pale lighting. 

"This is Doc Winslow's thing, right?"

He pulls a chair around and is about to sit down when he notices Vic and his owl. He moves his head a little like a bird, trying to take it all in.

"Sic bird, man. Does it have a name? What kind of owl is it? Doesn't look like a burrowing owl, or a barred owl, maybe a little like a northern pygmy. No, no, it was like right there in my face and I didn't see it. Barn owl, right? Anyway, very cool."

He then drops down into one of the chairs, almost tips it over, laughs at his near fall and then smiles at everyone.

"I really don't have a clue what Doc is saying most of the time, but he's pretty cool for a boomer and he's giving me extra credit for this. But come on, I sometimes think he's actually serious about this time stuff."

there's a loud sound of scurrying and muttering in the hall way, and a tall, slender kid with disheveled brown hair stands in the door way of the door he just flung open:

"I'm not late am I?" he blurts in a slight southern accent.

His outfit (a dead Kennedys tee shirt, a pair of gray sweats, and untied converse) give away the fact that he must have just gotten up. He does a quick scan across the room, gives everyone a slight nod.

"Hi y'all, My name is Milas, pleasure to meet all of you. Any one know where the doc is??"

he then hops into the nearest seat, and goes about fixing bits of his outfit and ties his shoes. 

At last the door opens again as Dr. Winslow's assistant, a PhD candidate named Holly Birdsong, comes into the room with a clip board. She's a tall athletic woman with white blonde hair, fair skin, and gray eyes that seem fairly critical of all of you.

"Well, all seem to be here," Holly muses aloud. "These are your NDAs that we've discussed and I need signatures before training begins. I see some are prepared for a days work while others..." she trails off smirking at Milas, "are not," she sighs before she clears her throat. "Please sign these," she explains and passes out a form to each of you. "After you sign we'll head to the training room," she finishes waiting while you all look over the NDA and contract.

Summarized as follows: 

NDA: First rule of time club, you don't talk about time club.

Contract: If you die, it's not our fault. If you are left behind, it's not our fault. You are entering this agreement fully understanding the above of your own free will.

Long version:

OOC: Post at will.

Hunter looks down at the piece of paper. He begins reading it but then puts it back down. Holly might as well have handed him the operating specs for the Large Hadron Collider for all he understands about the legalese on the page. He looks over at the others in the room, waiting to see if they sign.

"Hey Holly," he says loudly. "If I sign this and do the training, I get the class credit, right?"

He then looks around again.

"Umm. Anyone got a pen?"

Milas gives a sheepish grin to Holly as she mentions his preparedness, then speed reads the agreement, and pulls a pen from his pocket and signs it.

"here buddy, you can use mine" and he under hand tosses his pen to Hunter 

"Class credit yes but also the opportunity of a lifetime," Holly replies grinning. 

Seeing Milas sign the form, Hunter snatches the pen out of the air, signs, and tosses it back all in one smooth never-ending motion.

He then stands up and hands the form to Holly.

"Alright, let's get to the training. Strength? Intervals? Some hand eye?"

In the back of his mind, Hunter is sure that this isn't what Doc Winslow meant by training but for the life of him he's having a hard time envisioning anything else.

Milas gets out of his seat, straightens his shirt, and runs his hand through his hair to straighten it back into its usually debonair look. He then walks up to holly, hands her his form, then leans in and whispers "hey since I already signed that NDA, care to tell me what this opportunity is?? and I do so hope you'll be joining us" 

(ooc Idk if you want us to include rolls when we do something or if you'll just ask for them, so just in case heres my persuasion roll 22

Immediately Holly intenses glaring at Milas presumptive familiarity and takes a step back.

"Let's get a few things straight," Holly begins narrowing her now golden eyes at Milas as they flash as it in warning! "Dr. Winslow might have chosen you and thinks he's the bulk of the brains behind this endeavor but I've done the field tests and taken the risks. You aren't apart of anything until you prove you can hack it. As for knowing any more than you do now," she says looking around the room. "I'm sorry to say you'll be in the dark until you prove yourself worthy of knowing more than our coming physical and mental training," Holly states in a curt tone. "Team work means that we hold everyone accountable. Moving forward one person's poor decisions makes everyone look bad or worst case scenario get us killed," she finishes.

Holly collects Hunter and Milas' contracts she waits for the others with a set jaw and hard expression.

Terrance looks over the document but quickly squints his eyes closed, looking as if he has a headache.

"I trust the Doc, and you look nice...so I am gonna have to take your word that this is just an Indie-A or whatever."

Pulling a pen from his bag he quickly scribbles his name along the bottom before passing the document back to her.

"Now then...what is this training that we need to do?"

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(ooc Idk if you want us to include rolls when we do something or if you'll just ask for them, so just in case heres my persuasion roll 22

OOC: I'd say Milas would have disadvantage because she's already singled him out for criticism as well as his familiarity.

Holly nods to Terrance collecting his contracts.

"They'll be a trial to make sure you can physically and mentally make the journey. It's a bit VR simulations as well as real life consequence scenarios. You've been told as such by Dr. Winslow," Holly replies curtly.

OOC: Dr. Winslow described physical : survival and weapons training as well as mental: basically puzzles and magic training. It'll become more clear the further in but not to metagame that's all your PC knows.

Will has a seat at a desk, and pores over the document, cross referencing and rereading before raising a spindly hand with a smile after ten or fifteen minutes.

"Don't mean to be a pest about it, but had a few questions before I sign, just to make sure that we're all in agreement here. First, how soon after oral disclosure is considered prompt with regard to written confirmation of Confidential Information? I wouldn't want to think something is NOT Confidential, only to get a letter two weeks later that says 'Hey, remember that thing? Don't talk about it." Second, how do we establish priority of when something was disclosed to us if it happened prior to, or independently from? It says if we learn something prior to disclosure, either on our own or from legitimate other sources, then we aren't held to the Confidential part, but do we have to establish in some way that we learned it first? Not that I'm looking for ways to get around it, like I said, just wanting to know the procedure. Third, will we be provided with form letters for signing third parties to NDAs, or are we expected to write them up on the spot? Seems it would take legal training to write one... ah let's see... "at least as protective"... though I suppose we could just get them to sign one that says they won't say anything to anyone ever... that would qualify as 'at least as protective. Lastly, Item 9 refers to 'employee', but Item 5 establishes that there are no employees, am I misunderstanding, or is this an oversight?" 

OOC: ahh okay, so first roll is a 22 and the second is 18

Holly sighs loudly.

"Moving forward from what you know now is considered proprietary and academic knowledge owned by doctor Winslow and myself as well as the university that is funding the study. You are not employees but participates. If you feel you need legal help before signing I suggest you leave now because it's a right now or leave now situation," Holly explains arms crossing over her chest. "I'm not here to hold your hands. I'm fairly sure you are all relatively intelligent people. This is dangerous. This is unproven science. You all have already verbally agreed to join this study. If you need any more exclamation than that I suggest you leave now," she finishes.

Hunter stares at the slightly built guy who just finished asking questions about the NDA.

"Dude." Pauses. "Dude."

Walks over and pats him his back. And turns and faces Holly.

"Yeah. What dude said."

He looks back and holds out his hand.

"I'm Hunter. Didn't get your name."

(OOC Sorry - Holly's reply wasn't showing up for me until after I posted)

Will grits his teeth a Holly's attitude, his fingers twitching before he presses them flat against the desk, a rehearsed easy smile on his face.

"Of course, of course... how silly of me to try to take time to consider a document like this seriously. I'm certain you wouldn't have slipped anything into the contract in bad faith, you've got such a shining reputation around campus as a pillar of scientific ethics and integrity." 

He pulls out a pen, dashes a scribble across the bottom and slide it towards her.

"Hey Hunter, I'm Will." the handshake sets a new low for limp dead fish handshakes. It's impressive he could even grip his pen to sign. At least Will's palm is dry, so it's not a wet clammy shake.