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

[pearheaded]

[There be a fiery 5'4" tree-man huffing through the hallways at all of this--of course they had to drag him here, and trust me, it wasn't a walk in the park. Ian's shirt is stretched and rumpled, and he's got a little blood on him from a punch across the mouth that's already healed.

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY!!]

WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA?! DRAGGING ME OFF LIKE I'M A FISH ON YOUR LINE! I DEMAND RESPECT!

Th-this isn't any fair... I just wanna go curl up under a tree and sleep...

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[... He isn't surprised you and your shirt are in total disarray. Again.

Sigh. Hello, Ian]

Get used to it, Ian. The shitheads don't run on respect.

[pearheaded]

[It's like a watermark on him, really.]

But I didn't even... I mean--what kind of jerks take people who can't fight and then on top of that take people who think they're out of the draft?

[He kicks at nothing, frowning at the thought, but he's pretty composed.]

Still... I guess we're all in it for the long haul. No use complaining anymore; I'll have to try to make some vials of medicine for people and offer it around, if they'll be willing to accept it.

Damn, but I don't have any bottles to keep it in.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[A grin; good to see the guy man up quickly. He jerks a thumb down the line of the hall]

You know where your room is? I might have a solution to your bottle problem.

[pearheaded]

[He nods, offering a helpful point himself.]

Ah, yeah, it's right down there.

Whatcha' got in mind?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Nothing complicated. [Starts walking, though slow enough so Ian can lead]

We'll just let the shitheads do some of the work for us.

[pearheaded]

[Oh right! He needs to lead! 8D

He does so, looking back with a raised eyebrow as he opens the door.]

Oh! We can get a deliveryman?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Not exactly.

[Once Sanji slips in, he begins the search -- nope, not there... not there eith-- ah!] Here it is.

[Just a button on the wall, with the words "press for assistance" etched out below. And Sanji presses it before giving Ian a look]

Make your request.

[pearheaded]

[O-okay... He leans in, unsure.]

Uuuuhm.... a lot of tiny vials with caps, please?


...





And bags of sugar~!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[And when they both turn, guess what will be behind them?

... just fyi, those bags of sugar are huge]

1/3

[pearheaded]

HOLY CRAP!!

[pearheaded]

[BRB, checkin' out my spoils, until--

a pause.]

You...

[pearheaded]

Are you....










secretly an VIP operative for the Malnosso?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Smack. 8|]

Wrong assumption, dumbass. These buttons are in every room.

[pearheaded]

[O-ow... That hurt, jerk. :(]

...

So... someone installed a button... that gives people sugar and bottles?

That's kinda weird.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Would you use your shitty brain?!

You can order anything you want. Not just your damn sugar and bottles.

1/2

[pearheaded]

...

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand... stopping because wow, this guy's being loud. That, and Ven remembers him from that interesting conversation about women.]

I wish they'd treat us with more respect, too.

[He rubs at the back of his neck.]

But you could always request a tree! I think the rooms give you anything you want.

[pearheaded]

[He sighs, and is considerably chill when he talks to Ven.]

You think so? A tree, even? They'd have to water it a few times a day...

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

Well, you could ask for water to come with it.

[He smiles, just trying to lighten the mood.]

[pearheaded]

[He blinks.]

Aaaaah, you think they would?

...

Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea, to ask. Heck, maybe I should ask for a big room of summertime!!

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

Good idea! It's been so cold lately that I bet some heat would make this place more comfortable.

[pearheaded]

See now, that's a plan! Everyone should just ask for a big ol' pool party in all their rooms! With summer air and flowers and all sort of those things!

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

A party, huh?

[Hmmm...]

You know, a lot of people are really stressed because of the draft. A party might help get rid of some of that tension.

[pearheaded]

Don't y'think? It'll really help ease some nerves, I think.