We are the named and we are known

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arriving at the dorms
When: 26th
Where: Dorms, location unknown
Summary: Dorm information is here. This is your room!
Rating: PG... we hope?

Your characters are shuffling off to their rooms. Each room has their name beside it and only they can open the door. People can only enter their room if they're allowed in (or they leave the door open). Characters will find any requested items in their room already. If they have a requested vehicle, there will be another door in their room that will take them to the hangar to inspect their equipment.

((Mod note: Extra draftees won't experience their Shift Incompatibility handicap in their dorms. :|a))

Comments

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Isn't it?

[all7seas]

Not with her out there, McCoy.

[goldenglasses]

I'm going to try to stay with the people who can't fight. [And you know... running off and getting distracted trying to stop people from killing each other.]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

I don't know...The only thing I can do is heal people.

ROTFL

[all7seas]

Suit yourself, Vash. This ain't a quarrel I want to have on the edge of a war we're meant to....

Oh bugger it all.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

[Saleh's looking around curiously, but mostly examining himself for any strange effects. For the moment, he can't seem to detect any, so he looks around for any of his acquaintances before spotting the summoner.]

Rydia...

[goldenglasses]

You can't fight at all?

[all7seas]

And we two have worked so well together in the past! Fancy that!

[Being nearly killed by bees, squirrels, and a badger. Yes.]

[herotypical]

Thank you, Jack.

[ she would have squirreled it away in the room but she hardly trusted the safety involved there. ] Best case scenario? He doesn't even show and this is all me erring on the side of caution.

[herotypical]

How could you even -- for a second -- suggest that it is?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ he's angry. so much angrier than he has been lately and he snarls. ] Fine, don't listen to me. You can both go out there and die -- see if I care.

[ he would. ]

[de_bel_survivor]

[Kouki's walking in the halls, looking around for anyone he knows. For any open doors, he'll glance in to see who's inside, and may either start up a talk or stay quiet and move on.

After a while, he's in his room with his door open. Sitting at the desk and with his closed COMP in front of him, Kouki's seem to be in deep thoughts.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Rydia perks up and heads on over.]

Saleh! How are you doing?

[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

[Jay walks slowly down the corridor, examining himself for any odd effects. Nothing to be found at the moment.]

Well, I seem to have arrived here with no problem...

[He'll still remain wary of course, but feel free to bump into him.]

[my-safe-corner.livejournal.com]

[Crona is one of the few people that manged to remember to close his door as soon as he arrived. (After being dragged by the droids of course.)

But closing his door doesn't really help when he's having a nice, LOUD conversation argument with his sword.

Feel free to bust in and tell him to stop yelling, or just stare at him for yelling at his sword.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ because no matter what happens, I'll always come second. ]

Forget it.

*too busy to care for your ROTFL*

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is quiet, he's happy not to argue either.]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

Of course I can.

But I'm not allowed to hurt or kill anyone, no matter what.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

Hmm...all right, for the moment. Although the last message is still disturbing...

[herotypical]

This funk is bordering on a tantrum, doctor. You think I can't see what you're doing? I practically have the patent on lashing out at everything and everyone that matters.

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[After a very brief walk through the halls to blow off some energy, Ceodore goes back to his room which has no spiffy requests in evidence whatsoever. He's plopped on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with his hands tucked behind his head. He left the door open by mistake and seems unaware of that fact.]

[acclimatized]

I'd watch myself if I were you. Wouldn't want to slip on some wet hay and end up with a concussion. Nasty stuff, that is.

[ trololololololo... ]

[herotypical]

[ buffy's knock is infinitely more chipper than the expression on her face. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Well, what do you know; those precognitive dreams of yours have evolved into mindreading. Well done. [ he's not denying anything. his crew mates would have said the same thing to him. ]

[breaks_destiny]

[After chilling out with Minato for a while, Keiichi finally finds his way to his own room. He leaves the door open, just in case someone wants to drop by and talk with him or something.

They will probably find him sitting on a desk... With several metal pieces spread in front of him, he's checking each of them, cleaning and making sure they are in optimal state before he puts them together. Those familiar with weapons will recognize a rifle as the object he's working with, but even if one doesn't know about them it'll be clear that it's one when he finishes putting it back together. There's also a thigh holster laying on the desk, a gun peeking out of it.

After thinking about it carefully, Keiichi decided to make an exception to his personal decision of never getting his hands on one of those weapons. The knives are his preference but now that he's here he can't help but worry that they won't be enough. With the rifle he will be able to take care of the long range and maybe support Minato in a better way than with just the knives. The gun remains as an auxiliary weapon in case the rifle gives him problems in the middle of the battle when there's no time to bother trying to fix it. Those weapons won't come with him when he returns to Luceti anyway so it should be fine like this.

Still, a real weapon isn't exactly the same as a model one so he's both making sure that the weapons are in perfect shape and how different they are from the model ones he once owned. He's busy but he won't mind any interruption, and it's possible that those that know him may have questions as to why he has those weapons... Or since when he can use them.]