Arriving at the Facility

[hageshii]

Who: All Draftees!
What: Arriving at the dorms
When: As of this morning
Where: The dorm facilities outside the enclosure
Summary: General shenanigans for people inside the dorms.
Rating: PG-13, probably.

[After traveling through the tunnels, draftees will arrive in the hotel-like dorm facilities. For information on what to expect, please read here! This is open comment log for anyone, so threadjack away! But remember, you can only enter someone's room if they let you.

If you haven't already, check out this post and get your character assigned to a team!]

SPECIAL NOTE!! - Since this didn't come up before (but should have, my bad), there are actually a minimum of 400 Third Party soldiers in each area as opposed to in total. This means there are 1200 of them over all.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don reaches the end of the hall without seeing anything else of much interest.] Well, that's that.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He folds his arms, glancing down the length of the hallway, looking somewhat uncomfortable.]

Place's got a bad vibe. I just want to get out there already.

[i_speak_softly]

[He feels you, Raph. He's even getting a little claustrophobic.]

Tomorrow morning, I think.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

You wanna sleep in your room or mine? Probably should stick together.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don glances back up the hall. He thinks he knows where they're going to end up sleeping.] Did you have your heart set on the hammock?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[That earns a grin.]

Sorta.

[i_speak_softly]

Your room it is. [Small concessions.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[As they start heading down the hall again, they pass open doors to people's suites. In one, it looks like somebody's got a freaking hot tub in their room. Several others have people gorging themselves on food. Raph watches them with mixed wonder and disgust.]

Guess the gettin' anything you want thing is true.

[i_speak_softly]

Oh, that reminds me. [He doesn't feel the need to elaborate.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[When Donnie gets an idea, there's no stopping, and Raph's afraid to even ask for the risk of geekspeak. He'll just follow him to wherever he wanders.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Whither he wanders is Raph's room. Or, at least, the door to Raph's room. It doesn't seem to open. He waves his arm, trying to attract the attention of a motion sensor, but still no luck.]

Huh?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

What, is it locked? [He moves in front of Don to try the handle, and the door opens without a hitch.]

Must've been stuck.

[i_speak_softly]

Strange.

[Don follows Raph inside, glancing at the door as it closes behind him.]

[Further investigation of the room reveals a button labeled "Press for assistance".]

Should I try it?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

If this thing explodes, or fills the room with poison gas, I'm blaming you. [He makes a 'go ahead' type of gesture.]

1/7

[i_speak_softly]

[Okay, Raph, he understands you're obligated to say such things. He'll believe your gesture and not your words.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Turning to the intercom, Don presses the button and leans forward to speak into the box.] Ten shell-cells, please. ... And a satchel.

[i_speak_softly]

[He releases the button and straightens up.] How long do you think -

[i_speak_softly]

[He turns, takes a step away from the wall, and immediately trips and almost falls on his face.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Naturally, he has to look back to see what got in his way. Even ninjas are not immune to this reflex.]

[i_speak_softly]

[It's a lumpy black bag - and a quick rifle through it reveals ten shell-cells!]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don picks up the bag and stands to press the button again.] Thank you!

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's hand shoots out to keep Don from completely humiliating himself. But surprise saves the "real smooth, Donnie" remark as he looks over his shoulder at the newly acquired shell cells.]

Do they work?

[i_speak_softly]

Let's find out.

[He's about to toss Raph the first shell-cell his hand closed on, but then he sees there's a name engraved on the cover. Toph. He flips it open, out of curiosity. Textured buttons. Huh.]

[A quick search reveals the phones intended for the Turtles - sure enough, Don's has the master controls.]

[He presses a button, and Raph's phone vibrates.]

Connection is good. Want to field-test them?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He takes his cell from Don.] Was thinkin' of taking a look at the hanger. Could run there and try it.

[i_speak_softly]

Sure. Take a walk.

[While Raph is in transit, Don will inspect the other phones with great interest, to see what modifications the Malnosso have thrown in there.]