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))

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[thestormishere]

[ Ever since Lightning was first marked as a l'Cie, the idea that she could become a Cie'th had always been there- that's what happens to l'Cie who can't or won't complete their Focus. However, that idea was also always one that the former sergeant refused to believe. She always knew that she would find a way to defy her Focus, save Cocoon, and avoid turning Cie'th.

That was back home, though. Here in Luceti, her time has almost completely run out. And with this 'draft' thing-- the chances of coming out on the other side as still human and/or alive: practically zero.

Regardless, the way she sees it... if she is going to end up dying without a shred of dignity, the least she can do is make sure everything she does up to that point remains as dignified and as under her control as she can manage... and with as many of these 'Third Party' bastards lying dead by her weapon and powers as humanly possible.

So no, she's not messing around here. Currently, she's sitting in her room, in full Guardian Corps attire, readying herself and her supplies. What she's in is not the dress uniform she generally wears, though; this get-up is all-business, tailored close to her body and designed to be worn in actual battle. It's also not in her colors at all, but... that's alright. She's got her reasons for not specifying otherwise.

Point of interest #2 is that she's even switched out her custom Blazefire Saber for something a little heavier and outright destructive, which she's working on getting accustomed to as quickly as she can. All things considered, she's astonishingly steady and serious for someone who knows she's about to meet a bad end. Her receptiveness to being bothered is definitely on a case-by-case basis, but her door is propped open slightly. ]

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

[ And Aerith pokes her head in the door without knocking -- Lightning seemed more a private person, so the open door is Something to Investigate. But Lightning is inside, and she smiles immediately. They're about to go to battle, really? Her smile might seem a bit odd for that.] Hi.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

[Ven's been uneasy about the draft for the past couple of days. Between the love experiment that put him dangerously close to Vanitas and the fact that they'd both been drafted, his focus has largely been on the what-ifs. Anything could happen out on that battlefield. All Vanitas would have to do is find a way to separate him from the group, and---

He stops and shakes his head. True, it'll be dangerous with Vanitas around, but as long as he sticks close to his friends, everything should be alright. Besides, he's curious about all these dorms.

So, those passing through the hall might find Ventus walking around, occasionally stopping when he passes by an open room.

Later, he'll be in his room, trying to figure out what to request in the first place. Having his location labeled with a nameplate isn't exactly encouraging, but he'll get by; if anything, he might ask to stay with Aqua later.

To those passing by, his door is cracked open, and he's generally cool with visitors.]

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

[enduringwaters.livejournal.com]

[And soon enough Ven should be hearing a knock on his door. Right after she knocks, Aqua pushes Ven's door open enough so she can poke her head in.]

Ven?

[coldsnaps]

[After several tries possibly with the help of Insight, Amiti finally figured out how to use the request button. A Zephyr Bow, fine. A crystal powder, fine. A vial, fine. Nothing can possibly mess up now, right?

Wrong.

Boom.

...That may or may not have been the sound of a Smoke Bomb exploding.

But that certainly is a blue-haired Mercury Adept rushing out of his now smoke-filled room, into the hallway, leaning on a wall, and coughing.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Well, Nami's just approaching the door when she hears the explosion.

...uh.

She'll jump as said blue-haired Adept rushes out and gives him a few moments to cough before sort of...leaning into his field of vision.]

Hey. You all right?

[magecaptain.livejournal.com]

[Asad comes running out of his own room hearing an explosion nearby in what sounded like the room next door to him. Nice to have neighbors who are blowing things up in their rooms, right?]

You all right?

[He'll be looking towards the smoke-filled room out of the corner of his eye to make sure the room isn't on fire or anything. Don't need someone getting hurt before they even get out to the battlefield, after all.]

[blessedbyfarore]

[Link, for his part, has decided against leaving his door open. Instead, he's drifting a little, wandering from place to place - if he knows you, he may drop by to see how you're doing.]

[He's, er, also fiddling with a few handheld bombs. Startle him at your peril.]

[de_bel_survivor]

[Kouki is walking through the hall, glancing around from room to room. He looks over at Link, finding the man familiar.

Hm. They met before, haven't they?]

[wise_maiden]

[With Link also drafted, that left none of the owners at the stables. But hopefully between Taichi, Presea, and possibly those of Link's household, it wouldn't be too bad for the animals.

In any case, him wandering into her room saves her having to track him down later, with the small prepared bag of healing supplies.]

[magecaptain.livejournal.com]

[Asad's door will be wide open. After he sends a quick message to Jale letting him know he got here alright he's exploring around the room a bit more finding to be quite interesting.

After a bit he's just staring at the call button like he's waiting on something or trying to decide what to ask for.

Feel free to catch him at any point. He also will eventually explore the hallways a bit more trying to find anyone he happens to know (though those people are very few in number).]

[former-third.livejournal.com]

[Neliel hadn't said anything about the draft. She hadn't spoken to the Malnosso, to her fellow draftees, to anyone. She just silently prepared.

Now that she's actually here and waiting for the battle to start, however, she finds herself restless. And so she begins to wander the halls, partly searching for Valvalis, but mostly just trying to find some way to take her mind off of things.

She'd more than welcome almost any distraction at this point, really.]

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

[[Val... Well, she had her own little talk with a certain someone about it, but nothing much else. In a way, she was looking forward to it, ready to stretch her arms and hair and legs and...

Well, she was anxious to let loose, but better yet, she could do so beside her lover, which would certainly make for something fun, if not interesting. Her father would be around too.

She laughed, thinking how unstoppable the three of them would be together... If they'd get the chance to do so.

After some fair wandering, the Elemental finally spotted the familiar beautiful teal mane tipped with the cute little skull. Feeling quite playful and energized, Val floated up on Nel and, rather than greeting the Arrancar with a hug, she did so by giving the woman a rather generous squeeze at her chest!]] Surprise ♥

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

[Golbez's time is being split between tracking down people he needs to talk with, and preparing things in his room.

It's hard to tell if he's actually calm about all this, or if it's the armor preventing his actual feelings from being shown.]

[heavenslament.livejournal.com]

[Terra is heading down the hall towards her room, when she spots him. Perking up, she quickens her pace to catch up.]

Golbez!

[book-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

[Leon is understandably nervous. He's been out there before, fighting for the Malnosso, but the sheer differences in numbers had him thinking too much about what could possibly go wrong. They had four strategists planning this time around. That meant they were expecting these Shifters to be difficult, right?

He sighs raggedly, crashing on his bed and staring in the direction of the button they could press for items. He should probably start on those things that Haruhi had asked for. They were copies, right? What could they hurt?

...After he shut his eyes for five minutes. Maybe a cat nap would do something for his nerves.]

[screwthegods]

[Homura isn't one who will spend much time in his room. As loathe as he is to fight for the Malnosso's cause, he's still eager to begin the battle. Peaceful days have their place, but for Homura, they also cause a sense of unease. He is a war god, Toushin Taishi, and now he has the opportunity to act, however temporarily. It serves a distraction from the restlessness forced on by an inability to fight or confront the ones responsible for bringing him to this world, or subjecting him to their experiments.

As such, Homura will largely walk the halls, both exploring the area and observing the people within.]

[king-en.livejournal.com]

[Shouryuu's not actually sure what's going on in this place, but he's not one to stay put once he lands somewhere unusual either. He's wandering the halls, looking for something to do or someone to make general chit-chat with - perhaps even make plans for whatever the hell this battle was as well.

Rikaku's following in his shadow, and that's familiar enough that Shouryuu has his usual swagger in his step. As he passes Homura, he notices something almost familiar but he really can't quite place his finger on what it is.

He glances in the man's direction curiously.]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Looking over the room, Jack felt it almost far too alien for his tastes. The colors, the patterns, where was the simplicity he was so used to? No matter, there would be work to be done soon enough. He examined the mystic sword carefully, ensuring that the blade was honed to its usual lethal edge. If the powers of the sword were to be disabled, the samurai would have to rely on his cunning and strength to cut down the coming foes.

After some time of practicing his katas, drawing the blade in a slash and swiftly returning it to the sheath in one fluid movement, Jack wandered out into the halls. He hoped to find others who were to hunt down these...Shifters...to discuss tactics and find out more from those who had experience fighting them.]

[restoretheworld.livejournal.com]

[Since everything seemed to be fine so far, the first thing Alex did after arriving was write a short message to Erim.

...Followed by him immediately trying out the request button. Considering what opponents they may encounter, it's better to be prepared than to rely solely on Psynergy as usual, which is why his requests are primarily focused on items that should aid him if he runs into a Shifter. A few vials, a bottle of Hermes' Water, some Psy Crystals and a few assorted offensive items - bramble seeds, crystal powder, a smoke bomb or two, the like.

Once he's done with that, he simply decides to spend the remaining time until they have to leave by reading a little. Might as well do something informative while he has the opportunity to, right?

Should anyone wish to talk to him, the door to his room is closed, but not locked - anyone's free to enter as long as they knock first.]

AHA. /remembers

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Well, knock knock |D]

[deathsdoctor]

[The medical supplies are here as requested. After looking them over with a critical eye, Trafalgar Law begins to throughly abuse the ability to request practically anything in this order:

More medical supplies.

Supper. Seal and lots of it. Assorted vegetables. Fruit for dessert. He dismisses alcohol though, though he is tempted. Instead he settles for tea.

Newspapers. Newspapers from two years in the future. He is pleased that this is possible. He wants to see what's coming. Wants to see how things are unfolding. And this is the perfect opportunity for a little information gathering.

Apparently Eustass and Drake are making names for themselves. There are new names... Caribou, huh? The Strawhats have reunited. There was an incident at Sabaody. ... which means they're on the way to Fishman Island. No mention of them before the date really... so it would have become a surprise to the world that they were still around.

... is he himself there? In the wilds of the New World, or still growing stronger and stronger in 'Paradise', until it is the right time to enter those waters.

The papers do not say. But they are the papers.

Unreliable.

And they often lie.]

[markofthebrave]

[It's on her way back from Shikamaru's room that Katara passes by Trafalgar's room. The door's shut, but - since when does that stop her from knocking? She's not worried about him, but she doesn't think it would be a bad idea to pop her head in for a minute.

Knock, knock.]

Trafalgar?

[ETA: There should be no visible evidence of her recently broken rib - not only did she heal it with Nala, her waterbending healing took care of strengthening it and easing the pain when she showered. This does not mean, however, that she won't be the slightest bit more guarded on that side if something comes up.]

[awakenedchaos]

[Between this draft and the previous experiment, ν-13 is... hardly in the mood to socialize, not that she ever really is. As such, it's no surprise that soon after arriving, she heads for her room, where she'll be staying for the time being, simply remaining on her bed and staring blankly at nothing in particular. The door to her room isn't quite closed, but if anyone wants to visit her, it might be best to tread with caution regardless.

...

It's not until much later - once there are less people in the hallway - that she'll actually leave a room for a bit, opting to pay a certain other draftee residing near the end of the hallway a visit. ...She'll knock, of course.]

[blackenedchaos.livejournal.com]

[When he hears a knock on the door, he opens it up slightly to make sure it's not some idiot human. Once he sees Nu, the door will open wide enough for her to come in.

Take that as an invitation.]

[the-soother.livejournal.com]

[Once he settles into his room, Capell makes a quick note to his housemates to assure them he's fine and then explores the room. The ability to request things is quickly discovered (albeit by half-jokingly asking for apples) and put to use. He might as well have a good meal before he goes out, not to mention a few healing supplies for the battles.

His door is open just enough to see out and for other's to see in. And later, he'll take a walk down the corridor just to see what it's like farther down.]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ once dawn takes some time to explore the room she props the door halfway open and flops down on the bed on her back, staring at the book propped up on her chest without really taking in the words. it's time for some processing before she starts actual preparation. ]

[all7seas]

....Miss Dawn? [Jack peers around the door, calling softly.]

[gardenerofgaia.livejournal.com]

[Aerith's door remains closed throughout most of her preparations, needing the space alone. However, once she considers herself ready in terms of magic and weaponry, she'll be out in the halls, fiddling with a staff slotted with colorful orbs of materia... smiling despite her small show of nerves. She needs to keep smiling, knowing what will come.

But when she's in her room, the door is kept closed, and whether she'll answer a visitor is up in the air.]

((Basically? best bet for interaction is to catch her in the hallway. her room is just something to note if your character would have tried catching her there. There'll be a "Sorry, busy!" type response most of the time; sometimes there may be no response.))