Dr Fields did that not-quite-the-cough thing again. People weren't exactly settled, but they were quieter.<br/><br/>"Thank you. Now you will all get chance to become properly acquainted...but this is Kalston Kamps. And everything you may have heard of this place is true...and then some. We find the best way to get a initial crash of information on our new candidates - that is, you - is to put them through the most rigorous round of testing first up. This way we get a really useful first lode of information on which to base all our further tests and excersises throughout the rest of your stay with us, and make them personalised to each individual candidate. With that in mind,"<br/><br/>Dr Fields nods again over the heads of the candidates, towards the staff at the back, who were already moving about and taking some candidates to hand.<br/><br/>"I'd like to begin with our first excersise of this year's Kalston Kamps. Commence Mayflower."<br/><br/>This last was said more to the other staff than to the candidates. Already, it seemed several other teams had been gently ushered out of the immediate area of the courtyard and around the edges. Almost immediately, Dr Field's yellow walls sprang up in front of them, creating a perfect rectangular box, in which some of the candidates were still stood in.<br/><br/>On Field's personal floating yellow tablet, letters span and span and span, like in a fruit machine. Eventually, letters slowed, first E ticked over into F on one side, and then G came visible on the other. The two letters flashed.<br/><br/>Teams F and G were the only ones still inside the courtyard, inside the yellow box, with all the other candidates looking in on them from the outside.<br/><br/>Some of the youths on the other side of the box began grinning and pointing inwards, and although muffled somewhat, teams F and G may well be able to hear one of them, an asian kid dressed all in electric blue, shout "Aw<em>hell</em>yeah! We get to see our first fight!"<br/><br/>Dr Fields had a stool of his yellow light materialise underneath his feet, and take him up high, well beyond the heads of the two teams still inside the box. He said nothing, but looked down expectantly, going over the profiles of each team member in his own tablet.