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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[ledbythewind]

[Richard doesn't even resist when the droids come for him-- he's too sick and sick at heart to protest, so he simply allows himself to be dragged to the teleporter.

He doesn't even bother to look at the names on the doors once he arrives at the dorms, either, just making his way down the hall slowly while leaning against the wall and trying different doors until at last one opens beneath his touch. Nor does he bother to shut it behind him; instead, he just leaves it open and heads over to the bed, where he just curls up in a miserable ball atop it, not even caring enough to remove his shoes or pull back the covers.

And there he'll stay, door wide open for anyone who happens to wander by.]

[fourteen]

[ ... is that ... ]

Richard?

[ledbythewind]

[The only response to his name is a soft sigh, and he curls up a bit tighter. Damn it, he forgot to close the door...]

[fourteen]

[ ... oh, like she's going to leave him alone after that. she'll take a few steps into the room, though she is hesitant. ]

Richard? Are you okay?

[ledbythewind]

Please... leave me alone.

[His voice is strained, shaky, as if he's trying very hard to keep himself from just falling apart. He's also shivering, despite the warmth of the room itself.]

[fourteen]

[ ... does the opposite of that, taking another step forward. ]

... no. Not until I know you're okay. You don't sound okay... or look it.

[ledbythewind]

You don't need to worry about me.

[He's not worth it, anyway. He doesn't deserve it.]

[fourteen]

... I'm going to anyway, you know. [ without any further insistence that she leave, she moves all the way into the room, moving around to take a look at Richard's face. he's shivering. oh dear. ] Richard... what's wrong?

[ledbythewind]

[His face looks... well, just about as bad as the rest of him, bangs plastered to his face with sweat, eyes red-rimmed and swollen, maybe from illness, maybe from something else. He doesn't look like his usual composed self at all.]

I've just come down with a cold, that's all... it's nothing serious.

[fourteen]

... when I walked in, you told me to leave you alone. [ she's going to sit lightly on the edge of the bed, reaching out to very gently brush at his bangs. ] ... Somehow I don't think you would've said that, if it was just a cold.

[ledbythewind]

[She'll be able to feel the heat even before her fingers actually reach his forehead... but when they do, he pulls away.]

Please, I...

[fourteen]

No.

[ firmly. with that, she gets up. she'll be back in a moment or two with a damp cloth and a glass of water. the water she sets down on the bedside table, but the cloth she'll reach out and press to his forehead. ]

[ledbythewind]

[He almost tries to pull away again, but that feels good and he's so tired that he simply doesn't have the energy to do so.]

Why are you being so kind to me?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[he saw Richard was on the draft. Saw that he was sick as a dog and still forced to report. And so he's one of the first people Sanji seeks out - can't have Isamu and Naoki throwing a fit later because he keeled over while in a coughing fit]

Yo, Richard? [He glances at the hunched figure, unsure but not willing to back out now that he's found him]

[ledbythewind]

[Though he doesn't turn around or roll over, he recognizes that voice and winces internally. Of all the people to show up... not that he doesn't appreciate Sanji's concern, but he feels horribly awkward around someone he knows Naoki is so close to. How is he supposed to face him now?]

... I'm sorry, I forgot to close the door.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Heh. Is he being subtly dismissed?

Well then.]

Aaah, I see. My bad. [Closing the door.

And it doesn't take a genius to figure Sanji's still inside. But if not obvious enough, him walking the distance between the door and the bed should be the final proof.]

I'll leave in a sec.

[ledbythewind]

[This time Richard does half roll over to see what Sanji is up to, and... well. To say he's a mess would be putting it lightly. This isn't the usual immacuately-groomed king Sanji has encountered before; his hair is tangled, stuck to his forehead with sweat, and all in all it looks like he hasn't really had a proper shower in a few days. But what's perhaps the most noticable is the fact that his eyes are red, though whether it's just from sickness or something else is impossible to tell.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... You look like shit.

[Yes, this is how Sanji shows concern. His brow is tucked down, as are the corners of his mouth, and he switches to the side of the bed he can most clearly see the guy's face]

What is it you've got? [Maybe he should call in Law]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard sighs, letting his head drop back down to the bed and shutting his eyes.]

I'll be fine once I get some rest. It's probably just a cold...

[But he's shivering as well, and he tucks himself into an even tighter ball.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

That's one hell of a cold. [Sanji would lean towards the side of flu, himself.

Though it's a moot point. Richard is clearly in no shape to fight. Damn it.]

Nnn. Bastards. [He reaches for a cigarette before reminding himself what a bad idea that is] Need some water? You'll sweat yourself dry at this rate.

[ledbythewind]

[He's quiet for a moment, debating whether or not he even has the right to ask someone like Sanji for help now after everything he's done. But his throat is dry, almost painfully so, and at last need wins out.]

... please.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[A nod. Good; he doesn't have to weasel his way into staying longer. And he'll walk quickly into the the bathroom for a glass, wait for the faucet to run water as cold as it'll give, and then return by the bedside.

... And then he puts the glass down on a nearby stand.] C'mon.

[Frankly, he sincerely doubts Richard's got the energy to do anything besides roll into pathetic balls on the bed, which is why he slides an arm under his back and hoists him forward]

[ledbythewind]

[When he's lifted, Richard's breath catches painfully in his throat, because the last time anyone helped him sit up like this, it was--

And now he's shaking for an entirely different reason, taking deep breaths as he makes a desperate attempt to keep from just totally breaking down, because it hurts, it hurts in a way that not even the worst physical injuries he's ever suffered can compare and he can't make it go away.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[This is not the expected reaction. Sanji nearly drops Richard, and freezes, wondering what the fuck he's done wrong. True, he's no doctor, but...]

O-oi. Richard? [His face has lost its apathy and dissolved into full-out worry.]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard just buries his face in his hands and curls in on himself, a few choked sobs escaping him despite his best efforts to hold them back, horrified that he's breaking down like this in front of Sanji of all people... but he's so sick and tired that he can't even control himself at this point. It's all just too much to deal with.]