unmakeme_tlv

A while ago, I was offering self defense classes for women. The world went to hell a few times, people left, and the classes sort of fell by the wayside. I'd like to start them up again. As my old volunteer attacker said, the best person to teach a small woman how to defend herself is another small woman who can easily defend herself. Only with worse grammar and a stronger Russian accent. [She misses Sokolov. Lots. Her little Russian inmate weirdo and his knitting.]

He's gone now, so I also need another volunteer to let students practice on them, but he's still right. At the time I just wanted something to do with my time, but the longer I stay here, the more I realize it's actually vitally important.

Anyone who would like to come to the class is welcome to, no need to sign up. Inmates need permission from their wardens. Tuesday afternoons at two, in the gym. All the gear you need will be provided, as well as lunch after class is over. Best not to show up with a full stomach. I'd also be willing to offer one-on-one lessons.

Anyone willing to be my volunteer assailant should know that there's a possibility of being injured. Not intentionally, but there's only so much you can control in a setting like this. I realize it's not something that most people would willingly put themselves through, so I'm willing to negotiate some sort of compensation.

Have you seen?

[If he doesn't know what she's talking about, he hasn't been to the deck, and that must be remedied immediately.]

[The video feed opens, but it doesn't show Natasha's face. It's picking up the hallway around her, purposefully shaky. If you can figure out where she is, you can avoid it. If not, you might get caught.

She's whistling a song - a battle march, to be exact, and her steps are slow enough for the click of metal heels to resonate individually.]

It's that time again. Run, little rabbit. Run.

[It's more fun for Natasha if they try and hide, or fight back. Her current inmate isn't exactly physically satisfying. It doesn't mean as much if they don't scream.]

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[She's wandering the barge, no specific path already laid out. She never follows the same path twice. Occasionally, she'll turn on the camera and take a quick spin to show her surroundings. Those who are smart enough to figure out what she's showing have the chance to either run away from her, or find her, depending on their preference.]

For those who haven't already heard through the grapevine, Sokolov graduated. That means that he's heading home to take care of some business, and I'm done here.

To celebrate his accomplishment, there will be a party tomorrow evening in the pub. Vodka provided, possibly some beer, lots of food, whatever music this place has. If you want anything more than that, you'll have to bring it yourself.

[private to Arkin]

Speaking of food. I can't cook worth a damn. I'm sure you've figured that out by now. I can make edible things, taste just... never factors in.

[private to Raven]

Open to all does not include Loki. I don't know what your plans are with him, but please don't encourage him to come socialize. I will throw him out, and Sokolov deserves the focus here.

[[OOC: Natasha thinks she's done, but she's not. She's going to go home for a few days and realize she... did not quite manage to ask for what she needed, so she'll be back. She just doesn't know it yet.]]

I need to-- speak to you, about your inmate. Please meet me on the fourth level. Hallway.

[It's been almost a week since the self defense lesson, and Natasha has been thinking of Anya since then. Not exclusively, of course. She's been thinking of all the women who attended. The issue she has, for the most part, is that she has a mixed class and she's not sure if she's comfortable teaching everything she knows to all of them. No, that's not true. She's very sure that she's not comfortable teaching all of them.

This, as it happens, is her first attempt to puzzle out one of her undecideds.]

I don't suppose you're still awake?

[It's about ten at night, and Anya looked pretty young to her.]

Who do I talk to about changing my room?

[She figures if her own space can be recreated so perfectly, it must be possible to do it with another one. One to remind her why she has to do whatever it takes to get along.]