Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: This is your death. Followed by your time-traveling life and desperate bomb hunting.
When: From May 22 to May 20 to early May 23 (days 1-4)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the draftee-only portion of the Zompania draft--the day 3 death, time travel to day 1, and then the events until the arrival of the reinforcements. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Please note that there is a specific top-level comment thread for:

• The day 3 arrival of the draftees and the 6 hours that follow until the bomb is dropped
  
• Death--This thread can be treated as REFERENCE ONLY. Responding to it isn't necessary.
  
• Threads prior to departing for Zompania--post resurrection freak outs, arguments over how to proceed, etc.

All other threading, from day 1 until the reinforcements arrive, should be conducted as normal.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

Comments

[swordprincess]

[Karla always knew that she would die. Everyone dies eventually. Some die of old age, some die of sickness, and some die in battle. Karla always knew that she would die in battle. That was her life, to live by the sword and to die by the sword. But she hadn't imagined it would be anything like this. She hasn't thought about what it would actually be like to die. And now she had drowned in it, in more ways than one. She could only reach up with one hand as she drowned, the image of her brother emblazoned in her mind. That sweet memory of Karel picking her up and carrying her home, where she'd be safe.]

[And yet somehow, she was alive. Was it a dream? No...it felt too real to be a dream. She had died. She had failed to find Karel. Her heart was broken, and the pain was too much to bear. She stood, frozen, as she felt her sword calling out to her. The primal instinct for battle slowly takes over, dulling her emotional trauma, at least temporarily.]

[gunkonmyboot]

[After Seventeen brushed off his death experience, he walked around to see who else where around. Then he found Karla. His hands rested in both pockets as he spoke.] Hey.

[swordprincess]

[The shock faded from Karla's face as she stood, still pondering, more about Karel than about what happened. What could she do now? Her hunger is still deep.]

[When she hears 17's voice, she faces him, still expressionless. Her voice sounds rather weak, but dark.]

Hey...

[gunkonmyboot]

[Well, couldn't say he wasn't surprised.]

Had a nightmare?

[swordprincess]

A nightmare...?

[If only. At least a nightmare is something you can wake up from.]

...I wish it was just a nightmare...

[gunkonmyboot]

[Seventeen sighed.]

Let's go, no sense on dwindling here. [Even though he had shaken the experience off for now, it didn't mean he planned on making the fight simple from here on out.]