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

[notabluesbro]

[COUGH COUGH, that cigarette he was smoking is almost choked to death on.]

Hey! Is that any way to talk around a preacherman?!

[YOU ASSHOLE YOU]

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

[Well, it is fun to be an asshole sometimes.]

Hey, I didn't say you were compensating for that. Your brain went to the gutter all on it's own, Father Nicholas.

[Yeah, Mihai's smiling, and laughing a bit at your expense.]

[notabluesbro]

[...]

Oh, you're a cruel guy.

[But he snickers a little.]

I haven't been called Father Nicholas since I left the orphanage.

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

You keep saying that, and one of these days you might hurt my feelings.

[Except not really, and they both know it.]

Orphanage?

[notabluesbro]

[He nods, leaning back in his chair.]

That's right. Made a living the last few years getting money for the kids there. I'd started it up a while back, since I understood how crappy it could be for an orphan. Not just anywhere, but on Gunsmoke.

We take in whoever manages by, but... well. Never enough money, so I started traveling around to make some.

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you managed to do some good even without much money. [Mihai understands the feeling. Not of being an orphan or anything, but of wanting to do something noble, even with bloodstained hands. Penance had been what that bastard Richter called it, and maybe he wasn't too far off.]

This whole mess is supposed to be about saving the village, right? [The good that was supposed to make throwing a bunch of people into a war acceptable.]

[notabluesbro]

Something like that. If we don't stop them, they destroy crops, and we lose food back in the village. And then we starve.

So, here we are.