Welcome to Gaia! ::

At the edge of the village by the west gate stood an abandoned dojo. Outside the main hall entrance is a clay dirt court covered in blood stained scarred earth. Inside the spacious main hall, were several training devices.

"It's big enough," said Westly. "Everything else can be remedied."

Scouting the area out, Westly produced enough woodworking tools for a dozen people.

"Well, let's get crackin'. Call the rest of your gang if they're around. We could use their help. Tell them..." Westly thought about it. "Tell them I'm building an indoor carnival. And there will be cotton candy, fairway games, and the clowns? The clowns will be VELOCIRAPTORS in TOP HATS. And it will be the most glorious sight ever."

And so the world would never be the same... now that it realized what happened when Westly made decisions without sufficient data.

Westly blinked, and put down the saw. "Oh... oh! Right. Okay. 'Popular'. You wanted something more, ah, 'cool'. Right, well, in all fairness, I was going to make a generic recreation center. Someplace fun. People will go here and be entertained. That's the important part, is that it's fun. I went with 'carnival' because I may have misjudged my target demographic."

Westly pulled out a pince-nez and began going over some heavy economic paperwork. "Now, I'm no actuary, but a cursory inspection reveals that the bulk of this village's active population, and by extension, our target demographic, falls roughly into the 12-17 age bracket. I may have skewed it a bit too far towards the lower end with 'carnival', but, well... honestly, that seems to be roughly the closest thing we can come to with indoor entertainment. Theatrical presentations, maybe have Jin throw a concert or three--he can play those guitars, right? He seems to just beat people to death with them--and then we have some more conventionally fun activities. Pool table, ping-pong, fairway games.... We'll make a real killing off of the Snack bar; you've seen what I can do with food and drinks, right? Haunted house... really, it's just a big old building run by a Genjutsu master in the making. It's whatever we want it to be. People will be having fun, and we will be profiting. Win-freaking-win."

Westly removed the glasses. "So... come on. Let's do this!"

He picked up the saw again, looking at the building with the mad feral hunger of ambition and potential.

Westly flinched for a moment at Forza's question, but otherwise continued working. "I've... well, I've been studying up on all the more powerful ninja in the village. Who's who and what's what," he said, stalling for time.

Westly's mind raced. "This is Forza. He's been here for years. He can't possibly not know the leader of the medical department. He should certainly know more about Sakon that I do; I've never even SEEN the guy. Therefore, he's not asking for his own benefit. Therefore, this is a test. Conclusion: I need to play it safe until I know what this is a test OF. It might not just be knowledge."

"Yeah, Sakon? Keeps to himself a lot. Real 'Mad Scientist' chic to him. It almost sounds like he's..." Westly trailed off, looking around for people hiding nearby. Finding none, he continued. "Almost looks like he's trying to out-creepy Chaos sometimes."

It wasn't that Westly thought Chaos was any more or less capable of killing him than... well, than any Jounin or candidate thereof. There was really only one degree of "dead", and most of the higher ups could easily render Westly it. Chaos just seemed far more likely to actually exercise his ability to murder upstart Genin and for less reason.

((DAWN OF THE SECOND DAY. If we aren't done by the third, we need to play the Song of Time or the Moon will crash down into the... wait, wrong game))

Westly dusted himself off as he glanced over his work. All told, it was a large building, the majority of which was a single enormous room. Forza had been incredibly helpful, particularly with knocking down interior walls and ceilings, as well as pointing out where all the deathtraps were. Contrary to popular belief, deathtraps are not fun. Well, they're not fun for the people caught in them, at least.

"A wonderful start," Westly said. "I can probably finish up the interior decoration myself. If I work all through the day, we'll be open for business tonight. You should probably get some sleep, though, Nanashi-sempai. We were working all night."

There were two things that were odd about that statement. One, Westly was actually referring to Forza in a way that reflected their difference in rank; "Nanashi-sempai" was still a bit casual for a superior officer, but it was respectful. Very few Genin seemed to bother with even such rudimentary trappings of etiquette as referring to a superior as "sir", and here Westly was calling Forza "Nanashi-sempai".

Secondly... Westly was implying that after being awake all day and working all night, Forza needed to sleep, but Westly didn't. In fact, Westly didn't even look tired. Physically worn out, maybe, but in terms of personality and mental alertness, he looked well-rested enough to annoy the crap out of someone who hasn't had their morning coffee yet with his mere presence. People were not supposed to be that freaking cheery after being awake for almost 20 hours straight. It was unnatural.

Wondering through out the village Shin came across the supposedly abandon warehouse that Forza use to train in. It’s been a long time since Shin had entered this place. He walked through the entrance and look around for a second. He saw Moku, Forza, and Westly. “Hey Forza, long time no see?” Shin was a bit taller than what he was before, he peaked at almost six feet tall, his dread- locks grew even longer and now he even has facial hair, and he looked more muscular but still slim. All he had on was a white Tank-top with a peace sign on it. He wore black long track suit pants on and also styled a yellow cord through his belt holder, this signified Shins rank in capoeira witch shows he is still an Intermitted student.

Shin chuckled a bit from hearing Westlys words. “Well, I could say the same for you…” Shin couldn’t help but laugh once more; he then drew his attention back to Forza. “Well, Forza it’s been a long time. I thought your match in the exams was pretty cool”

Shin moved his hands through his dread-locks. “So I'm guessing that Westly is a new recruit correct?”