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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[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Well. At least it's a nice room. Alexis is poking around in it and, yes, she has discovered that, if you ask the Malnosso, they will deliver. She has a few things arranged on the bed -- a shoulder bag, pepper spray, granola bars, first aid kits -- and a list in her hand.

She'd determined to be able to defend herself. Maybe even help anyone who needs it.

The door is open and she'd welcome a friendly face.]

[loyalotter.livejournal.com]

[During one of her study breaks, Hermione takes a walk down the hallway and notices a friendly face.]

Alexis?

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[She's genuinely happy to see a friend.]

Hermione. Hi. You can come in, if you'd like.

[loyalotter.livejournal.com]

[Friends are always a good thing in Hermione's book. Notebook in hand, she smiles and walks in.]

If you don't mind. I like to see how everyone's doing before I really enjoy my own room. How have you been? Are you settling into Luceti all right?

[The idea of the Malnosso sending someone like Alexis into battle is utterly atrocious to her.]

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

I would have said I was settling in pretty good, but then I got sent here. [It's a wry, strained smile she sends in Hermione's direction.]

[markofthebrave]

[Someone's knocking on your doorframe, Alexis.]

Hey, can I come in?

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. Door's open for a reason.

[markofthebrave]

[Yeah, Katara'd... noticed that. And with Yuber and Bowser and God knows who else here, it's... something she's probably going to try to address.]

Thanks.

[In she goes. And she shuts the door behind her.] What've you got there?

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Alexis notices that door closing. Is this that much of a private conversation?]

Just a few little things. Some granola bars, water, and first aid supplies. Pepper spray, just in case. [Yes, she realizes how pathetically inadequate it sounds.] And a bag to carry it all in.

[simplestgift]

They took you?

[Kennedy stands in the doorway. He clearly missed her name on the roster.]

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Normally, a comment like that might be worth some offense. In this case, Alexis offers a strained smile and a half-shrug.]

Guess they thought they needed more redheads out here?

[simplestgift]

[It was said in shock and concern more than anything. He grinds his teeth a little, clearly worried.]

Well. If we were on a ship, I'd tell you to stay below. In this case, though, I suppose it'll have to be one of those impregnable fortresses they call a "barn" round here.

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[She knows.

Oh, Archie...]

I have no intention in getting in the thick of anything.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ after being dragged by the droids, McCoy makes head way to find his own room, but falters when he spots a flash of red in the corner of his eye and stops to take a look. ]

More kids... [ he mutters to himself. ]

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[She notes the man stopped just outside her door and, when he doesn't move on like she expects, Alexis straightens and turns. He said something, but she didn't catch it.]

Excuse me?

[Recognition will dawn in a moment. She's a little stressed.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ the doctor is also stressed and his eyebrow lifts. he never did head over to the community housing for those cookies. oh well. ]

... Do you need anything for that kit of yours?

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Now she remembers you.]

I'm not entirely sure, honestly. [She gestures to the bed where there's a messenger bag, a few bottles of water, a handful of granola bars, pepper spray, and a couple basic first aid kits.] It's not much but I don't want to be completely unprepared.

[markofthewise]

[He stares at the name on the door for a second, then he knocks. He's never met her or seen her aside from another face in school, but if he's partially responsible for her defense, well...]

Alexis? [He knocks on the already open door.]

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Alexis looks up from the list she's working on, seated cross-legged on the bed. Confusion turns into a welcoming, if questioning, smile.]

Hey. Can I help you with something?

[markofthewise]

Hey, I'm Sokka. [He leans against the door frame.]

You're probably heard of me already. Blacksmith, swordsman, strategist, and so on... [He could go on, really. But he won't. He glances off around her room, as if disinterested.] I'm arranging things for people going to the distro-center.

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Eyebrow. Raise. Oooo-kay, Sokka.]

Right, yeah. Sokka. It's good to formally meet you. [And in the interest of full disclosure:] I've never fought before, so whatever you're thinking of arranging should probably take that into account.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ A-ha, a recognizable door name. Hughes is just gonna be a stalker poke his head in like the nosy fiend he tends to be. ]

Fancy meeting you here.

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Jumpy Alexis is a little jumpy. She starts as the voice, squeaks a little, and then turns to face him, her pad and pen held up to her chest. And blinks a few times.]

... Hi.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

Am I free to assume you're Miss Alexis and not an intruder?

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

That's me. [Give her a short moment; she did only speak to him once over the journal.] Mr. Hughes?