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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[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[After Batman steps through the teleporter, he looks around in the sterilized white hallway. ...Charming. Looks really... inviting. Especially with how much he sticks out like a sore thumb. He'll quickly begin to stalk off to his room.]

[markofthewise]

[Somebody's watching you Batman. Very obviously. Not just because you're cool, but because he wants to see what room you go into. After all, they all have people's names on them.]

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[Well, good for you, Sokka. He knows he's being watched. It's hard not to be given that both of them stick out against the white, sterile background of the hallway. But unfortunately for Sokka... his door is actually labelled "Batman."

Not that "Bruce Wayne" would mean much to him anyway.]

[markofthewise]

[... wow.]

... did your parents really name you that? [Because... wow.]

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[...Batman hesitates at that, though not visibly.]

No.

[markofthewise]

Huh. [And suddenly he grins.] So not even the Malnosso know your secret identity. Wow!

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[Oh, they know, and he knows it. They just know Batman doesn't want it revealed. Or maybe they know this is who he sees himself as. Who knows. Either way, it'll bring a small smirk to Batman's face.]

[markofthewise]

[Hm, this may be his one chance. His once chance ever to ask something super, super important.]

Hey! Can I ask you something, real quick? It's not a personal question or anything. [He doesn't seem the type to answer those.]

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[He'll turn to face Sokka, and give a slight nod. Go ahead.]

[markofthewise]

[Good enough.]

I've been trying to think of something that would give me an edge out there in battle. My friends will all be stronger out there, but I'm actually going to be at a disadvantage, because I don't have the filial magic here. I need something that will give me an edge out there. Something I can actually use. [He'd considered guns, but... he doesn't have any experience using them.]

[lookslikeajob.livejournal.com]

[Supes is no better off when it comes to sticking out, but he doesn't really mind as much as Batman does. He arrived a bit later than Bats (of course) so after Batman's gotten settled in his room he'll be receiving a knock on his door.]

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[He'll move to answer the door, it sliding up automatically when he reaches it. When he sees who it is, he steps aside, indicating that he should come inside.

His room is already furnished. He figured out the call button and started requesting things to make the room better. It's not entirely the doom and gloom one would expect of Batman, but the room is considerably more livable; more like something out of Wayne Manor.]

[lookslikeajob.livejournal.com]

[The movement seems to qualify as an invitation, since Superman has no trouble stepping inside of the room. As the door closes behind them, he looks around.]

Now this is familiar.

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[Once the door is safely locked, Batman actually removes his cowl.]

A little taste from home.

[lookslikeajob.livejournal.com]

Feeling a bit homesick, Bruce?

[There's a bit of an approving smile. He hasn't seen enough of Bruce as opposed to Batman since coming to Luceti.]

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

No more than anyone else in the League.

[Which is to say, yes.]

[lookslikeajob.livejournal.com]

Guess that's fair enough. [Certainly, Clark and Diana are probably feeling it more than Bruce if anything.]

Anyway, we should talk. We've got a job to do and we both need to know what the other one's thinking for this.

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[Bruce's voice becomes more serious.]

Of course. Come on.

[Bruce turns toward a door in the back of the room, opens it and steps inside. When Clark follows, he'll find that this hangar is more dark and more cavelike; much more like what one would expect of Batman.

In the center of it is the Batwing, resting on its landing gear as though it truly belonged here.]

[waypastcool.livejournal.com]

[Tall, dark, and serious? Yeah. He definitely stands out. Do pardon the blue hedgehog passing by. Also pardon the fact that he's going to stop and stare.]

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[Batman knows he's being stared at. So he'll stop, and ask a question without turning around. And of course, Batman serious (though non-threatening) voice is go.]

Something wrong, Sonic?

[waypastcool.livejournal.com]

Nah. Just passin' through.

[He shakes his head.]

Cool duds, though.

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

[He'll nod back at Sonic.]

You're part of Force D, aren't you?

[waypastcool.livejournal.com]

Sure am! Looks like the other me's with, uh... team C, I think. Can't really remember where everyone's at.

[Translation: He didn't really pay attention.]

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

At least 20% of your squad will be in vehicles. You'll be light on manpower for infantry. You'll have to help pick up the slack in that area to make sure everyone else is safe. Your abilities make you very suited to protecting your allies in combat.

[Plus, known unstable individual Nu is in Squad D, but she's an unknown variable in the equation.]

[waypastcool.livejournal.com]

Vehicles, huh? Well, no prob! I'm used to that kinda thing.

[He smirks.]

Back home, it was me who tackled 'Buttnik's goons head-on. Well, the others helped, but I did most of the head-on fighting.