I'm over the moon

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: Arriving on The Liberator and preparing for battle
When: Today, from 9AM to 3PM
Where: SPAAAACE
Summary: The draftees are in space! On a ship! IN SPACE! SPACE!
Rating: SPACE

SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!

But no really. The draftees are in space. The mod post about it is here, so familiarize yourself with the details. This log is for general interactions, where you can tag around as your characters familiarize themselves with the ship, look out the windows, try on their space suits, and run simulations for the Tyr-Fighters. (Among other things.)

Specialist Davis can be encountered and will have a thread available on the log to talk to him on.

Comments

[moehealer]

[Yeah space or not Yellow's not thrilled about this at all okok. But she's going around and checking up on the gang, which of course leads her to Gold's room, so... knock-knock!]

Gold?

[mischiefbreeder]

It's open! C'mon in! [He's kinda busy getting Aitaro into a suit here, okay.]

[moehealer]

[How's that working out for you, Gold... But alright then, she's coming in...! And she gives Gold and Aitaro a wave when she does so.]

Are you getting ready?

[mischiefbreeder]

[Pretty awesome, because Aitaro is all suited up.]

Yep.

[moehealer]

[Good, good. Proud of you, Gold.]

Do you need any help?

[mischiefbreeder]

Nope, all done! [And to showcase this, he lets Explotaro and Sneasel out of their balls.]

[moehealer]

Oh, that's good then.

[She smiles, and at the cue of Explotaro and Sneasel's release, gives them a wave.] Hi, guys!

[mischiefbreeder]

[Sneasel and Explotaro give Yellow a wave back. Especially Sneasel, who's quite enthusiastic about everything right now. HI YELLOW HI, LOOK I'M WITH GOLD AND NOT SILVER THIS TIME AND I'M GOING TO FIGHT IN SPAAAACE.]

[moehealer]

[...fhjkshksa oh Sneasel... Yellow's grin widens, and she laughs a bit. oh u guise]

They're really excited about this, aren't they?

[mischiefbreeder]

Of course! It's not every day you go into space, you know!

[moehealer]

Y-yeah! I guess so..

[except. you know. the fighting's not so hot.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[He knows Yellow isn't a fighter, so...]

...Listen, you don't have to fight out there if you don't want to, y'know.

[moehealer]

..Huh? [..Oh.] It doesn't really seem like that...

[You know. Considering what will be going on, it seems kind of inevitable. She'll probably have to at some point.]

[mischiefbreeder]

To be honest, you're one of the types most suited to be able to do somethin' other than all the fighting out there.

[moehealer]

You think so..?

[..well. yeah. That's what she's planning on doing anyway, but... still bound to get herself into a situation where she has to fight at some point, probably. It'll be a warzone..!]

I figured that at at least some point I may have to, so...

[mischiefbreeder]

Sure, maybe... But you'd be out there defendin' your friends, not fightin' your enemies.

[moehealer]

Y-yeah... I guess that's true...