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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[notabluesbro]

[Geeez, everyone bothering him while he's preparing for WAAAR.

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Who is it?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

I'd say "room service", but that might give you the wrong impression.

[notabluesbro]

Ah, come on it, then! [And while she's doing that--] You giving me the wrong impression is downright impossible, Nami; besides, I'm a clean-souled man of the cloth, you know.

[He slides the gun in hand back together, one leg perched across the other's knee casually.]

Routine check-ups on familiar faces?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, a clean-souled man, huh? [Grin. Comin' on in, then.]

You could say that. Always nice to see friendly faces just beforehand, anyway.

[notabluesbro]

[He's sticking to 'clean-souled' forever and always, Judge Nami.]

I hear you there, ma'am. I've been meaning to run around and poke at people myself, once I'm all ready to go. Nothing worse than sitting around tapping your heel, right?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know. There's merit to these rooms. Have you tried out the room service in this place, yet?

[notabluesbro]

Oh, definitely. I asked it for a pack of cigarettes, and it delivered pronto!

Next up on my list is the booze, of course.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Excellent priorities, there. [Grin. She'll be doing the same herself.] Heck, I just came from Katara's room. She ordered herself a hot tub.

[notabluesbro]

A hot tub? [He knows what they ever, though he's ever seen one. They're, uh. Not that common on Gunsmoke. At all.] Geez, they use us as little soldiers but treat as like royalty here. What gives.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

This place is full of all sorts of discrepancies if you look hard enough. [Her smile turns edged, before she relaxes and grins.] Bet you've picked more than a few of them already.

[notabluesbro]

Quite a few, none of them I much appreciate. I'd rather have to work a farm and live without electricity, if it means them leaving people alone from time to time.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Half the time, I think these drafts are just another experiment. Designed to test what we do and give jerks like Yuber a place to stretch their wings without murdering the rest of the village.

[notabluesbro]

... I never considered that.

[He leans in, knuckles rested against his cheek, smiling, though it's a little too humorless.]

I guess it would be in their power to make one big virtual reality mess like the battle dome, to mess with us. Just with real dummies, instead.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I just find it hard to believe that these Third Party can be a threat to them if we're not.

[notabluesbro]

Maybe the barrier and all the caps and droids are effected differently by the Third Partiers. Maybe if they were more controllable in that aspect like we are, they'd be in our place instead.

... Though, everything's theory.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Yup. I try and think it too far and I get a headache. [Shifting and science is not that good on a pirate's brain.] There's definitely a lot more to these drafts that we're being told. I just wish I could work it out.

[notabluesbro]

I've learned all truths have a way of getting spilled. We just have to be patient and hit them when they fall flat on their faces. They're almost goofed up enough, so I think it will happen that we get the information we've wanted.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Good way of looking at it. Kinda hope it's soon.

[..anyway.]

I've got other people to check on. [...] Are you going to be sticking with Vash?

[notabluesbro]

[He shrugs.]

I'll be around him off and on. Make sure he's not running around getting himself into trouble, and then I'll go ahead and hold my own for a little while; I don't intend on taking too many chances away from other people, though.

Seems like a dangerous game to play, doing that in unfamiliar territory.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

These things are bad for Vash. [What she didn't say directly to Vash...] We can't go home until they're all dead, after all.

[notabluesbro]

... Right. Even so, he'll try his best to keep them alive; if he were any different, he wouldn't be Vash.

[A quiet afterthought:]

...To change that would be to deny him his entire life's journey.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

I know.

[She won't begrudge it, though she won't say it doesn't frustrate her, at times. She can see very clearly that Vash's code could often lead to more deaths than it prevents.]

It just makes him an easy target for some of the other draftees.

[notabluesbro]

... Yeah. But he's got good friends out there. He'll be protected if something goes down, all things considered.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Good to know.

[The corner of her mouth quirks up.] We're still allowed to yell at him, right? [It's therapeutic. 8|]

[notabluesbro]

[Grin]

If I'll be doing that, I see no reason why you couldn't.