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

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[All these people worrying about her makes feel just this side of guilty.]

You be careful, too, okay? The last thing I want to hear about is anyone I know getting hurt.

[simplestgift]

[A hesitation.] People you know will get hurt, Alexis. [There's no point in lying to her.] There's no avoiding that.

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[And she looks down.] Yeah. I know.

[simplestgift]

But they'll always come back. [A little smile.]

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

I'm just hoping it won't be that bad.

[simplestgift]

It may not be. The most memorable battle I was ever in, we were two frigates against a ship-of-the-line. It's sort of like fighting a dragon with a couple of wolverines. We sunk her, and the butcher's bill included less than twenty wounded, and not a soul lost. At least for our ship.

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

That's pretty impressive. [Even with her limited knowledge of such things as frigates and ships-of-the-line.]

[simplestgift]

It's damned miraculous, but now we can't say it can't happen.

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. [It's always good to have a little hope, she thinks.] Thanks, Archie.

[simplestgift]

[He only smiles and bobs his head a little.] Take care, Alexis.

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[She moves on impulse. She'll just blame the stress later, if he says anything about it. It's a quick, chaste hug: just her wrapping her arms around his shoulders and giving him a tight squeeze before she steps back.]

Be careful, okay?

1/2

[simplestgift]

[The hug startles him at first, just because it's a young girl he barely knows catching him off-guard.]

2/2

[simplestgift]

[Then he smiles, giving her a gentle squeeze back to reassure her. He's suddenly reminded of his sister saying goodbye at the end of his leave, although she's technically older than he is.] I will.