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

[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.

[herotypical]

Right now, before battle? That's exactly when we have to hear these things, Bones.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to do anything stupid. [ he was wavering. going onto the battlefield without a clear head and showing them they couldn't keep doing this to him. that maybe, the next time, he would break. ] I'm not Jim.

[herotypical]

Believe it or not, Jim Kirk doesn't have the monopoly on stupid.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I knew him longer than you. [ he didn't even notice the past tense in that sentence. ]

[herotypical]

[ her emotional armour is breaking down; that hurt. ]

It's not a competition.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Isn't it?

[herotypical]

How could you even -- for a second -- suggest that it is?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ because no matter what happens, I'll always come second. ]

Forget it.

[herotypical]

This funk is bordering on a tantrum, doctor. You think I can't see what you're doing? I practically have the patent on lashing out at everything and everyone that matters.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Well, what do you know; those precognitive dreams of yours have evolved into mindreading. Well done. [ he's not denying anything. his crew mates would have said the same thing to him. ]

[herotypical]

Fine. You wanna sit at the kiddie table? Go for it. At least I tried.

[ buffy summers is hardly an infinite font of forgiveness; quick to the defense and easily angered. she is heading out of the room for real, now. ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

... Good luck, Summers.

[ McCoy doesn't follow her and sits down heavily on the bed again. maybe she won't even hear him or choose not to, but he does mean it. ]