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

[chikaidestroyer]

For awhile, yes. Just what time I am willing to spare. [A glance up.] I may send him out once we have thinned out the troops. See I can coax him to be something of a scout.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Why not try for something a little smaller? [He gives the owl a look. These animals were trained to be put on the battlefield often, but...] Even with the enemy troops thinned out, this guy would still be a real target.

[chikaidestroyer]

Shall I? [He looks thoughtfully at the owl, then heads back towards his room for a moment. He presses the button.

Caesar may feel pigeon-like talons on his hair as a new bird perches on his head.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[...that is a lot more painful than an itch.]

Wh-what the— [Caesar immediately reaches a hand up, trying to swat away whatever the heck is suddenly in his hair.] You jerk!

[chikaidestroyer]

[The bird seems to mock Caesar by echoing "You jerk!" on top of his head. Albert pops his head back into the hangar, smirks, and then heads back down to join Caesar.]

That was quick.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Sh-shut up, you. [That's directed at the bird more than it is Albert. Get out of his hair, man.] What did you expect?

[chikaidestroyer]

I wasn't expecting it to land on you. [But since Albert is fortunately taller than Caesar, he can offer his protected arm for the bird to perch on. It's a plain-looking bird, no bigger than a large pigeon, with brown feathers and a small crest on top of its head.

You know, like that plain-looking bird that Nash might have been seen with once in awhile.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Sure. [Caesar shakes his head quickly once the bird is out of his hair, and he turns to look at it as it sits on his brother's arm. It does look sort of familiar despite how plain it is.] This should work better. It's smaller, and so is the risk.

[chikaidestroyer]

[...The bird cocks its head at Caesar and then says "You jerk!" again. Albert sighs, realizing Caesar's already made an impression on it.] Of course. Such is their normal purpose.

[But he doesn't want the giant owl to get bored. Maybe he should just send it back.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar frowns at the bird.]

Didn't I tell you to shut up? [He does not like this bird. He gestures toward the giant owl as he looks up at his brother.] At least that one's quieter.

[chikaidestroyer]

This one can be quiet, too. [He gives the nasel bird a look, and it just sits there.] They can usually keep quiet very well.

[...And then he seems to realize.] Unless this one was not trained.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Of all the birds they could have given you and they give you a completely useless one? [He tilts his head. Hmm...] Maybe you should train it, then. You'll have plenty of free time, I'm sure.

[chikaidestroyer]

[......] Do you realize how much training an animal requires?

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[He snickers.]

I was kidding. But now would be a good time for it, don't you think? [He shakes his head. Oh, how he amuses himself sometimes.] I wonder if you'd get a different one if you asked.

[chikaidestroyer]

[The bird seems to whistle out a "Don't you think?" Albert is less than amused.] You should go back to your room and try it yourself.

[He might be telling Caesar to leave.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

I like it better when it agrees with me. [Caesar glances toward the doorway leading back to Albert's room. Joking aside, it probably was a good idea to let him get back to his work.] Maybe I will. But if I get stuck with this guy again, I'll teach him to repeat everything I say.

[chikaidestroyer]

Then you can make use of it out there. [...Why is he still holding this damn bird. Albert looks increasingly displeased as he heads back towards his room.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar waves to the giant owl before following his brother back to his room.]

It was worth a shot, I guess. Shall I leave you to your work, then, brother?

[chikaidestroyer]

Please do. [It's a short, succinct dismissal.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

All right, all right, I get it. [He waves to Albert, too, as he walks toward the door to let himself out.] I'll be back later to visit your owl. Take care, Albert.