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.

Comments

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ Sorry Emil, he will continue to shake you until Ratatosk comes back out. ]

[knightofratatosk]

[The more you shake, the more Ratatosk is determined NOT to come back out.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ He can't stay in there forever. The Jack has to pop out of the box eventually. ]

[knightofratatosk]

[Is this a battle of patience? Because Ratatosk has all the time in the world.]

S-stop!

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ OH FUCK YOU, RATTY. McCoy decides to relent. ]

... Sorry kid.

[knightofratatosk]

[THINK OF THIS AS PAYBACK FOR THE HYPOSPRAY.]

What's going on?

[Now that the shaking has stopped, he's glancing around wide-eyed at the strange hallway. He doesn't remember coming here at all...]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Well, it looks like you were dragged here with the rest of the draftees.

[ Which is really annoying now his rage at Ratatosk has subsided a bit. ]

[knightofratatosk]

But he said... he said I wouldn't have to go!

[He clenches his fists. He remembers being dragged away by those droids now despite that old man reassuring him that he could stay behind if he wanted.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You can't trust people like him, kid.

[knightofratatosk]

[He sighs.]

Then who can I trust?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You can trust me.

[ He ruffles his hair fondly. ]

[knightofratatosk]

...

[Don't mind him just sort of attaching for a moment here.]

Thank you.