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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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ he doesn't get the reference. Jack admitted she had stayed over with him and that was probably contributing to some of his emotional distress. being shut out. too upset to see how hypocritical he was being. ]

No, I'm really not. You don't try and glue lacerations or whatever the hell that girl used to do when she was injured. [ he sounds very doubtful though and throws the phaser back into his medical kit. he would never warm up to these weapons. ] I'm as clear-headed as ever.

[herotypical]

Clear like a puddle. [ she paces. ] Faith never really had the same support-system I did, as a Slayer. Glue-aid is hardly the worst of her issues.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ he doesn't move or reply. she can pace as much as she want, he won't be stirred into action. fresh bruises on top the old ones forming will be another sign of his victory. ]

[herotypical]

People do stupid things, sometimes. [ she tries to make it sound like a natural segue off of faith -- it doesn't quite work. ] Stupid things they should probably avoid doing.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

And yet they continue to do it anyway.

[herotypical]

So set a good example. Don't be reckless out there.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I've come through two of these things without a scratch on me. I'm a human-being. They don't intimidate me.

[herotypical]

They should. [ she turns to face him, shutting down the pacing. ] Hell, the intimidate me. And I use those feelings to win.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ he continues to be flippant. apart from a handful of people, he doesn't care what will happen to him. maybe it should be a hint that he isn't as compatible as they make him out to be. ] Good for you, Summers. I don't have that fabled Slayer strength of yours, so they can't take anything away from me. They come near me, they're going to be blasted with nadion particle beams. You can probably guess how much that's going to sting.

[herotypical]

[ buffy can't take this argument -- her resolve is cracking. ] You're spiraling, Bones. [ she is heading for the door. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'm not spiraling.

[herotypical]

[ she turns in the doorway. ]

She's gone. It sucks. No one is going to deny you your right to a bad mood but...so help me, Bones, if you do something stupid on that field because you're not thinking straight? I don't...[ she falters. no. this kind of emotion isn't useful right now. ] I don't know what I'd do.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ McCoy could feel his anger spike and got to his feet and turned to her. confrontational, his body language screamed. ]

It's not just -- [ no. this was fast turning into an argument and he bit his tongue to stop himself. no point. no one ever listened to him and it was a pretty tall order to expect her to listen. ] -- I'm thinking straight. Focus on yourself and forget about me.

[herotypical]

I'm not prepared to do that.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You don't have a choice. We're on different teams, anyway.

[herotypical]

That's where you're dead wrong, Bones. You and me? Same team. Always.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ he can think of a few replies to that, but each one would send her from his room in a worst state than she arrived, so he stays silent. for her sake. he's not thinking clearly despite his assertions that he is and there's no damn chance he's going to inflict the same thing onto her. ]

[herotypical]

I don't care what you say about me. [ what an odd juxtaposition. so much anger as she says the kindest words. ] I've got -- and always will got -- your back.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I don't need you looking out for me. [ but he knew that wasn't true. he could try to run for as long as he could, but he would always be brought back to house #7 in the end. ]

[herotypical]

You and me, Bones? [ again those words. you and me. her body language doesn't soften. ] We always need someone to love us and someone for us to love back. This is way beyond looking out.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ his shoulders hitch in a further display of tension, reaction at her words. he so wants to be depreciating here and force her out, but anything that comes out will sound hurt. ]

[herotypical]

[ she paces back to him -- standing, stock-still, in front of the doctor. ]

You can shut out friends, but you can't shut out family. [ because that's what they have become. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ jarred by her approach, he remains rooted to the spot nonetheless and his lips stretch into a thin line and he looks anywhere in the room but at the Slayer standing in front of him. ]

Don't.

[herotypical]

Why not?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Because... [ because what? he still couldn't think straight. that break had done nothing. ] ... I can't hear this right now.