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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[ledbythewind]

[He wants you close right now, Asbel. He wants to hear you say that he's not a horrible person, that he deserves forgiveness, but he can't find the words to ask for that, instead just making a low, pained sound.]

[drawnbythesword]

[There goes that hand to Richard's shoulder again.]

Richard, please, don't push yourself. You need rest.

[ledbythewind]

Asbel... you're always protecting me. And yet I never do anything in return...

[drawnbythesword]

You've done plenty, Richard. I protect you because you're my friend, and your friendship's all I need in return.

[ledbythewind]

[There's a long silence from Richard.]

Is friendship... truly that strong?

[drawnbythesword]

It's the strongest, Richard, able to survive anything, even the test of time itself. [You should know what he's referring to there, Richard.

He then glances behind him, back to Sanji.] Isn't that right?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He'd been doing pretty well with the whole "not listening in on bff talk" thing, but his eye meets Asbel's when he's called and the chef smiles lightly]

Aa. Of course. [He knows that for a fact]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard looks down, his brow creasing with uncertainty. He doesn't look very convinced by that.]

Then why...

[drawnbythesword]

...He'll come back, Richard. I'm certain of that. Just... give him time.

[ledbythewind]

[A deep, shaky breath.]

He didn't even want to see me.

[drawnbythesword]

He's upset.

[ledbythewind]

[... okay, let's see if he can get this across in a way Asbel will understand. He knows the other isn't aware of the fact that he and Naoki were lovers, were anything beyond good friends, so how to convey that?

Oh. He knows.]

Asbel... I gave him a ring, the same way I gave mine to you. When he returned home, he... gave the ring back to me.

[Because never once had Asbel given the ring back, not even when the fighting between the two of them had been the most intense. Even he should realize that such an action is symbolic of cutting ties.]

[drawnbythesword]

[What.

What.

What.

No, Naoki, no. You don't do that. That's not something you do! The ring is an important sign of friendship and respect and trust between friends!

Ohh, Asbel will have WORDS with you about that, Naoki. Because that's not cool.]

I... I see.

[ledbythewind]

[Richard's breath this time is shuddering, unsteady. It seems like Asbel understands now, at least, even if he doesn't grasp the full depth of it.]