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We are the named and we are known

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))

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[Sayo's one of the first people she visits. Hovering in the doorway and looking in at you with a small smile.] Hey.

[There is a brisk knock at the door before Jack makes his way in.]

Kennedy.

[ he sighs, but doesn't put up any resistance although it is tempting to stun the pirate as he strolls in. ]

No need to sound so damn chipper.

[ she is checking over the mechanisms of the crossbow when jack knocks. buffy looks up, her fingers trapped in the work and so she stands with the weapon balanced oddly on her hip. the going is a little delicate but it won't take her long to finish. ]

Jack. [ there is an internal struggle over just how she should play this. ] Come in.

[Jack is in his room making himself ready. Even though he was doing all his training with Buffy using hand-to-hand combat, he's not going to fuck around with this battle. He's packing on machine guns, several rounds of ammo, and extra pistols. He's starting to look a bit like Rambo, only with a hat. Super strength and a rapid healing factor pales in the face of firing 600 rounds per minute. The door is open, his back to it. Feel free to be surprised at his choice of weaponry.]

Edited 2011-02-26 16:38 (UTC)

[Archie is writing to Jilly. Just a short note to say they're at this boarding house and it's really clean. On hearing Sparrow's voice, he puts down the pen and closes his journal.]

Come in.

Sokka's young, but he has a good head on his shoulders. [ there is a small part of her that wonders what it would be like to work more directly with the boy -- but it had not been quite strong enough of an urge to trump the greater use of hitting up the offensive force. ] It's like he's a natural at this kinda stuff.

[If she pokes her head into his room, he's sitting on his bed, all his gear all around him, ready to be tossed on. His main boomerang, several smaller ones, his sword, all kinds of explosive, his manly bag of carrying halfway filled, his chainmail draped over a chair, his Water Tribe armor and helmet resting on a table.

And Soka... Sokka laying on the bed, barbecue potato chips in one hand, a TV remote in the other, zoned out as he watches Wile E. Coyote try to catch the roadrunner.

Ladies and gentlemen, your strategist.]

Yeah. [ kids leading people into battle. why the hell should anything surprise him anymore? ] He sounds like he knows what he's talking about.

[Normally walking into a room like this would be a severe violation of common sense for most people. But Adell knows the source of the growling. And he knows what it means. Well... he'll go in anyway.]

Flandre? It's me, Adell.

[Gold was digging the room they gave him. Big, comfy bed, video games hooked to an HDTV, a kiddie pool for his Pokémon to chill in, and, best of all, anything else he could possibly ask you? He's all over this shit.

So that's why he's left the door open on his room. If you look inside, you find Gold lying on the bed, upside-down, playing Mario Power Tennis on a Gamecube. ...Gamecube games look like ass on an HDTV, but that's not a point. He has a plate of delicious-looking Volcano Burgers next to him, chowing on one at this very moment, and his Aipom and Politoed are splashing each other in the pool while Typhlosion is curled up in the corner.

It was good day.]

Sokka.

[ she doesn't immediately walk in. instead she scopes the room out from the doorway, her expression neutral for the most part -- a bit lightly curious, if anything. gosh, all this stuff... she had the same thought last time -- should she request other things? but she'd never had to, back home... it all struck her as a little superfluous, somehow. ]

[As he walks by Sokka's room while scoping the ready zone out, he pauses as he catches sight of the lounging Sokka. He's actually amused by this more than surprised. So he'll be leaning against the door frame.]

Hey. So how does that taste?

It was his birthday yesterday, you know. Some gift.

Huh?

[He sits up, patting himself down for crumbs on his tunic.]

Oh, hey. You feeling okay? [Not because of her being neutral or anything. He's wondering if those Shift Incompatibilities have kicked in.]

Amazing! I haven't had one of these since the last time I was out here. Buffy, Guy and the others are great... but they just don't know how to make a good sundae like this.

[He's just gonna have another spoon full. DELICIOUS.]

[ John feels rather put-off by the accommodations and stands with his back to the door, attention devoted on the gun in his hand, licking his lips as the anticipation catches up with him.

eventually, he'll head out the door and check out fellow members on the clearing party rather than submit to the idleness of waiting in his room for the battle. ]

[...the noise stops.]

Adell?

[Flandre's head pokes up over the edge of the bed where she had been huddled until now.

...then she crawls up and over the sheets and springs at him in a tackle. Hug. It's hard to tell.]

Edited 2011-02-26 17:03 (UTC)

I feel fine... [ she knows what he means. she'll wander on into the room, rubbing a hand up her arm, looking thoughtful. ] There isn't anything different yet. Maybe I won't find out what the "minimum risk" is until we're actually out there.

[ that's a familiar face. Xion will knock lightly on the door frame, smiling a little at the sight of Hermione reading. there's just something so utterly normal about that, isn't there? it's a little comforting. ]

Well, that's life for you. Celebrate your birthday, get drafted off to war against your will, die and come back to life and everything else that's foul and unholy in life. [ he was so, so embittered. the break from the village had not done the doctor that much good and being drafted had only served to exacerbate these issues. ] What do you want me to say? Go and mollycoddle him if it'll make you feel better.

[She's genuinely happy to see a friend.]

Hermione. Hi. You can come in, if you'd like.

Roger. [He's sitting there, munching on one of the Volcano Burgers he had from his room still.]

Or it's really as minimum as they said. [Not that he believes that. He's sort of waiting for the worst to happen. Cartoons are nice because it means he doesn't have to think about that.] You ready to fight?

[Wherever Hermione goes, there will be a book or notebook in hand. It is the law of life in all universes and it will never change. At the knocking, she looks up and smiles, motioning for Xion to come in if she wants.]

Xion! How've you been? [It feels like ages since they've really talked.]

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