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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[all7seas]

[He takes it, then moves quickly back, placing the crossbow on the bed. Their conversation of the other night is still on his mind, and it takes a lot to appear calm about things. To match her nonchalance, when frowning and pacing are in order.] Mmm.

I suppose I should return to my room; look over the charts.

[Looking over charts was always helpful in stressful situations. It gave the mind an outlet.]

[herotypical]

Stay. Finish your coffee first. [ she urges, pulling a chair out from behind the little table. ] The charts are just gonna be useless about ten minutes into the whole thing and things start going topsy turvy.

[all7seas]

Doesn't mean they don't demand a bit of studying.

[He does sit, though, staring at the cooling cup of liquid in his hands.] I've my compass. Will you call me if things turvy?

[herotypical]

[ she sits on the edge of the bed again, across from the chair. would she call him? the crossroads she now sits at involves evolving feelings for the pirate and an obvious bias towards his safety; however, she also has a healthy taste for his strengths and capabilities.

and then there is the part where she is simply concerned for what could happen out there to anyone. together is supposed to be better amongst the muscle. she nods. ] If you'll call me if things get topsy.

[all7seas]

[Jack wouldn't; not where he's going, protecting the clearing squad. There is too much of an unknown element.] Then we have an accord.

[herotypical]

[ she warms her palms on the cup. not drinking -- not yet. ]

I need you to do something for me, Jack. [ her fingers drum. even as she says the words, she isn't sure she should be asking him about this. ]

[all7seas]

Annie?

[herotypical]

I can't risk confronting him if she's on the field, too. [ buffy is, of course, talking about the general and about dawn. she knows how iffy her plan could be and while she can easily risk her own well-being, she isn't about to risk leaving dawn in the battle without her sister.

she digs into her pocket, pulling out that troublesome little gold chain. ] The last time I couldn't hold onto it, I gave it to Bones. Temporarily. But he's still too spun. I trust him with it less than I trust myself. [ she holds it out to jack. ]

You got it fair and square, anyway. Well -- maybe not fair. But I just know I can't have that on me this week. So here's me, removing the temptation.

[all7seas]

You're certain of this? That it is what you want?

[herotypical]

[ she is practically pushing it upon him, before she changes her mind. ]

I won't risk leaving her again. Not like this. [ perhaps next time, if dawn is safe in the village. then she could make that call. ]

[all7seas]

[So he takes it, palming it, making it disappear. Sleight-of-hand.]

Then I'll do it. For you.

[herotypical]

Thank you, Jack.

[ she would have squirreled it away in the room but she hardly trusted the safety involved there. ] Best case scenario? He doesn't even show and this is all me erring on the side of caution.

[all7seas]

Best case scenario---he never shows again.

[herotypical]

More like never gonna happen scenario. The big bads never just disappear.

[ finally, she is drinking her coffee. this is an odd space. him and her, carefully clipping around the subject that buffy, at least, can't quite get out of her mind. ]

[all7seas]

A little faith, Buffy. [Vague.]

[herotypical]

[ faith is for everyone else. someone has to be the practical pessimist; however, this is a trait she tries to keep from her loved ones from home. ]

Why am I tickled pink over you trying to lecture me on virtues, huh?

[all7seas]

[There is rich laughter at this, breaking the tension.]

The funniest bit would be you actually listening to anything I'd care to lecture about, Annielove.

[herotypical]

I said I wouldn't [ ignore anything. she buries the end of the sentence in her coffee along with a baffled smirk. ] I can listen without following, you know. This kind of slacking is actually one of my strengths.

[all7seas]

I know. [He takes a sip of his coffee, watching her from over the rim of the cup.] I heard you.

[herotypical]

So, these charts. [ because it's kind to take interest in another's tactics. ] Albert's?

[all7seas]

[He gives her a bit of a sideways glance at that.] Copes. Copies of Albert's. Why?

[herotypical]

[ another sip -- a face -- and then she is up and reaching for the sugar from the table top. adding more. ]

Just checking. His tend to be as on-the-money as you can get in these things.

my spelling, what is it.

[all7seas]

I suppose I trust his well enough; it's best to have the lie of the land, in my experience. Control as many circumstances as you can.

magical.

[herotypical]

I don't know. Maps don't exactly make a whole lot of sense. I mean -- how can you really tell that this or that blobby thing corresponds to a building or a tree or a carnival.

no.

[all7seas]

Annie? I'll teach you, one day.

[How was she expected to find the treasure he was going to leave for her if she had no knowledge of how to work a map?]