Adelaide, Australia. Compared to Sydney or Melbourne, this city is like a blip on the radar. That doesn't stop the city though from having a large sprawl, several shopping centers, a thriving blackmarket and several homegrown go gangers. Its here that Lucky Eddie's set up a regional training center and corporate office that ya'll find yourselves in. Its the middle of the dry season, the training took you guys four weeks to complete and the swamp cooler broke a week in. No matter who you are or where you came from, you were given the same four weeks of training to make sure the most qualified were getting seats on the vehicles and no one that would die being outside for too long would make it in there. You started with a class of fifty and saw it whittle down to eighteen, something that your teacher noted as irregular.
Anyways, you're hot and sticky, something that you don't usually feel in the dry season, but getting stuck in a room on a day like today makes the room like a sauna and just makes it muggy and miserable. You would be relieved to see your instructor walk back into the room. "On the behalf of myself, the upper personnel and Eddie himself, we thank you for your patience and hardwork. If you will follow me, you'll get assigned to your teams, vehicles and location." Is all he would say. You are pretty sure that Eddie would be dead by now, mostly because the old trideos of him talking about his experiences he seemed like an ork that was too far down the line to really make it out to the mailbox unaided, let alone in the outback. You would know some of your classmates, but maybe not all of them. Its one of those things about the social experiment, where cliques of mainlanders and outsiders are usually formed.
All the class taught you was how to survive in the outback and keeping yourself professional with the client. The test of what to do when you find yourself rescuing women was particularly failed by 10 classmates as 'requesting sexual favors in lue of payment' is not a correct answer. As you walk out, you may talk to some of the classmates, if for nothing else to pass the time as you get out of the dank room and into the oppressively dry heat of midday. You've been to this area many times before, its the mechanic bay right next to the extensive junkyard out in the back that the company guards very jealously. The mister system that originally was put into the place has already cracked in several places and due to water regulations, there has been no need to fix them. You line up on the cautionary logo, where you know you are safe from large machinery unexpectedly crushing you.
((So a physical description and which side you talk with is best for now.))