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

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[A snort of amusement. He hangs by the wall, just wanting something to lean on]

Heh. The only thing this shitty room is good for.

And just imagine - going off to battle less sober than when you wake up.

[notabluesbro]

Aha, that sounds like a dream come true.

[He talks and works at the same time--picks up the Punisher, taken apart to a degree, and slides the long line of rounds through the bottom. How many times he's done this, who knows, but he sure as hell hasn't kept track.]

And not to mention, all the cigarettes your heart desires.

[The metal snaps shut, before he gives Sanji his attention, leaning his weight on the cross's height.]

You feel okay? I heard about them not knowing whether or not you'd guys come through clean or not...

Don't have a third thumb or something, do ya?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[No matter how many times Wolfwood's taken his cross apart, this is Sanji's first viewing. And he's stuck between impressed and amusement, that the sign of this priest's occupation is stuffed with enough bullets to take out half an army.

He knew there was a reason he liked you so much]

I feel fine. [A grin, and then his face slides into neutrality] Not a damn thing wrong with me yet. [Though he glances down at his hand - not for a third thumb - but feeling the weight of that announcement again]

But if something were to happen, it'd be on the battlefield. [That's how luck in this place works]

[notabluesbro]

[A thoughtful pause, as he considers that.]

Right.

[He walks over to the assembly of guns, putting one back together.]

Then you don't need me to tell you to hang around the others until you can tell whether you're in the clear or not. I've got plenty of firepower to lend a helping hand, if they did screw with the late recruits.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[His glances up, a small twitch moving his mouth up]

I'll be under close supervision. [Not even counting Nami-san, there are plenty who will be making sure he doesn't turn inside-out]

But if shit does go down, just follow the enraged screaming.

[notabluesbro]

[brb, putting these missiles in the cross. |D]

I'll be sure to do that, though I doubt I'll get to be much help if people are already hollering in rage.

[Still, why extra recruits? Didn't they have enough fighters? He can't help but wonder if the second draft people are just guinea pigs to test if people only partially compatible could get through semi-unscathed.]

You want one of these, in case you can't do the typical kicking?

[He holds up a gun.]

Or would you rather take your chances?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[It's a blank stare that meets the gun, and shit, how long has it been since he's held one? Not since Alabasta. Personally, he finds them to be very impersonal machines.

In case you can't do the typical kicking.

... And if there's one thing Luceti has taught him, it's that everything is possible. You don't turn down advantages if you wanna protect the people you care about.

Sanji holds out his hand]

[notabluesbro]

[and Wolfwood puts the loaded, locked gun in the man's palm, with a magazine on top for extra measure. And then he proceeds over to the side of the bed, opens up another box, and draws a holster for the chest, tossing it over.]

You can hide it under the breast, if you want—makes it easier to handle than trying to hide it in your pants waistband or belt.

[And he starts pulling on his own, gun already in the holder.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Idly looking the gun over, testing the weight, the feel... He catches the holster without looking and nods]

Heh. Been a while since I've held one of these.

[notabluesbro]

Pretty light, huh? The best July has to offer, without switching for a revolver or a heavy-ass magnum. [Makes 'em easier to conceal, not to mention. Great for the good ol' days of assassinating a man! 8Db]

I haven't had a whole lot of issues with the bullet jamming or anything, so I think you'll reign her around pretty well if you have to use it.

[He does something with the trigger of the cross, and the thing closes up into it's usual state.]

As long as you don't forget to switch the safety off, anyway.

[...He grins at the imagine of Sanji trying to pull a trigger that doesn't seem to cooperate. |D]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Oi oi, I'm not that much of a novice.

[notabluesbro]

True, true...

[snrk]

Can you even see through all that hair?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Well enough to keep bastards off me.

[Sticking the gun in the holster. He'll put it on later]

I'm sure I can manage a good shot if it comes down to it.

[notabluesbro]

[He brings a fist up in the usual praying stance.]

I have complete faith in you. As long as you don't go losing my handgun. Then I'll say you're on your own.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He laughs around a cigarette] I'll bring her back to you, good as new.

[And hopefully, unused]

[notabluesbro]

[He puts a finger up, still grinning.]

By the way, I talked to that Katie kid.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Didn't piss her off again, I hope.

1/2

[notabluesbro]

Nope! I even got her to giggle before she caught herself.

[notabluesbro]

[He takes on a little more serious-faced expression.]

... Apparently, she's allergic to priests.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Allergic, huh?

[notabluesbro]

Thaaat's what she told me. She also knew I was a preacher without me having to say so, so maybe she's being mostly truthful. When I asked what she meant, she looked like she was about to say something, but hung up on me.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[The hanging up part doesn't surprise him. Sanji really doubts Wolfwood would've gotten anything more than a truthful lie, anyway]

When you ran into Katie-chan, did you have anything on you that would make her think you were a preacher in the first place?

[notabluesbro]

...







[...He looks over at the Cross Punisher.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Well no fuckin wonder she knew.

[notabluesbro]

[sigh, facepalm]

One of the few times someone can tell my profession, and they fling me into a mountainside. I think I'm just cursed.