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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[winged_moon]

[Upon arriving in his room Yue immediately finds that the equipment he'd been promised is indeed there -- and is of even better quality than he'd half expected. He examines the bow and arrows carefully and finally has to admit that he's satisfied the promise has been kept, though he still sincerely hopes that these will not be needed. Yukito may be an excellent archer, but he's never had to use those skills on anything other than targets, and Yue would like to keep it that way.

Remembering Homura's advice, though, the guardian finally leaves his room, though his version of socializing consists mainly of drifting (literally: if you had hair that long you wouldn't want it to drag on the ground, either) around without making eye contact if he can help it. If people see him and his wings then that's good enough for him, after all.]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[Sailor Mercury eyes Yue for a long moment when she happens upon him in the hallways, before nodding as if to herself. Message received: If their allies look like that, she'll have to keep her eyes sharp on the battlefield.

Hesitantly, she greets him.]

[winged_moon]

[Ah. This face he recognizes, so he'll pause and incline his head slightly in response. He isn't the friendliest thing ever, but he'll be polite, at least.]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[Mercury is used to friendly and unfriendly people; and besides, they have something in common. She's always searched out similarities between herself and others.]

I'm glad, if we have to fight, that we'll be fighting together.

[winged_moon]

Ah.

Which group are you with?

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

I'll be on defensive tactics, and acting as a medic.

[winged_moon]

[Defensive tactics? Same group he's going to be in. He files that away for future reference and simply nods again.]

Do you have healing abilities?

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Not compared to a healer. I was a doctor in my world, though, and I can certainly perform first-aid and treat wounds. However, here, I've only begun to try to contact the filial spirits. I can do a little healing, but not much.

[winged_moon]

A doctor?

[One pale brow lifts slightly at that in question. She doesn't look any older than Yukito, and yet...]

Are you older than you appear?

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

I'm nineteen years old. [Exactly how old she looks.]

[winged_moon]

Hn. Young for a doctor, then.

[It sounds almost like a statement, but something about the tone and his expression make it a question.]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[Rumored to be the youngest ever in her world. She doesn't say this, but she does admit one thing.]

I'm proud of that accomplishment.

[It's a yes; she's young.]

[winged_moon]

[His wings shift a little as he considers her, flexing and refolding with a soft rustle of feathers. Almost despite himself he's starting to find the girl more interesting - she's clearly intelligent and a hard worker, in addition to her elemental abilities.]

I see.

I am also assigned to the defensive group. I expect to be useful as a scout.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[While Yue is out floating about, Grell is out seeing who to stalk later on. And fancy that, here comes the Angel.]

Well....What a pleasant surprise. I meet you in person yet again, hm?

[winged_moon]

[...ah. That one again. And this time there's no convenient way to just leave, no journal to close. Yue frowns briefly at the red-haired... person, just a brief flick of his eyes over and back, then starts to drift on again in the (likely vain) hope he won't be followed.)

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Ruuuuuuude.

And yes, Grell is following. Yue will be able to hear the very distinctive sound of Grell's heels tailing after him.]

Isn't it customary to greet someone when you meet, or did they not teach you manners?

[winged_moon]

[There's silence for a moment in response, then Yue pauses.]

Hn.

Hello.

[And then he'll keep going, without bothering to look over his shoulder. Why him. Why.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Still following.]

See? Was that so hard?

[And quick stepping to suddenly be in front of Yue, with a smile.]

In a hurry though, aren't we? No time for a little chat?

[winged_moon]

[He pauses this time out of necessity, wings flaring slightly at the sudden stop and frown deepening. The Malnosso already had him in a bad mood, and the prospect of conversation with a mildly creepy redhead isn't improving it.]

What is there to chat about?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

You don't strike me as the type to be so eager to go to battle. Am I wrong?

[winged_moon]

I'm not.

[His wings flick once before furling again.]

Why does this interest you?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Is it wrong for a girl to be interested in such a pretty man?

[winged_moon]

[There are so many things wrong with that, he doesn't even know where to start. First and foremost: yeah, no.

He folds his arms across his chest, frowning down his nose at Grell.]

I'm not "interested" in you.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean I can't be interested in you, Angel.

[winged_moon]

[Lineface. Just... lineface.]

I'm not an angel.