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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[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood stands up with a yawn, and then proceeds to open the door a crack—oh!]

Old man! [at this point, it must be his playful nickname for him; Vash understands the importance of a nickname. get it? 'nick'name? 8D] I'd heard you were on the draft list, but I hadn't seen you around...

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

[Yours and everyone else's, Wolfwood. Just be glad that Mihai isn't overly touchy about his years.]

Yeah. There was a bit of drama going on at my house. Being the only rational adult in a live soap opera is a time consuming role.

[And since they're by the door, Mihai will point out your name.] Nicholas doesn't really suit you.

[notabluesbro]

[F-face-fault.]

... I've heard that before, yeah.

[How many people have said it's a kid's name, he isn't sure.]

... soap opera?

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

Must be why you don't give it out. [Don't worry. Mihai will be sure to remember it for special occassions.]

Well, there was a poem a short while ago comparing someone's soul to kraft macaroni and cheese. That started it--one on my housemates stole another's journal to write it. Then that guy got another of our housemates to hide the first guy's cigarettes. Then the first one got the third one to sew horrible bow-and-lace colored clothing, to make him less scary. Or something like that.

[Keeping up there, Wolfwood?]

Now the third housemate, a girl named Nill, has run off to our neighbors' until Badou and Haine--the first two idiots--make nice. And I'm not certain, but I'm pretty sure our fourth resident, Naoto, said something to make things worse just before I left.

[notabluesbro]

...

Wow.

I don't know what to say to that, except I feel bad for you. All this over a poem about macaroni and cheese, huh?

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

Pretty much.

Although it could be worse. No one had started shooting--at least not before I left.

[Mihai holds no hope now that he's not there to threaten them with random foodstuffs.]

[notabluesbro]

... I guess that is a good thing. They enjoy pelting each other with bullets, I take it?

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

At least threatening to. But even if they miss, that leaves holes in the wall, meaning that I'll need to threaten them into fixing the things.

It'd really be much easier without the drama.

[notabluesbro]

Well, at least you can take solace in the fact that the houses here fix themselves, huh?

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

Not really. It just gives them an excuse to be lazy.

[But if he keeps thinking about them, Mihai's going to get depressed. So you know that big cross you've got, Wolfwood? Mihai's going to nod toward it now.]

Carrying around something like that is going to make people wonder if you're compensating.

[notabluesbro]

[COUGH COUGH, that cigarette he was smoking is almost choked to death on.]

Hey! Is that any way to talk around a preacherman?!

[YOU ASSHOLE YOU]

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

[Well, it is fun to be an asshole sometimes.]

Hey, I didn't say you were compensating for that. Your brain went to the gutter all on it's own, Father Nicholas.

[Yeah, Mihai's smiling, and laughing a bit at your expense.]

[notabluesbro]

[...]

Oh, you're a cruel guy.

[But he snickers a little.]

I haven't been called Father Nicholas since I left the orphanage.

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

You keep saying that, and one of these days you might hurt my feelings.

[Except not really, and they both know it.]

Orphanage?

[notabluesbro]

[He nods, leaning back in his chair.]

That's right. Made a living the last few years getting money for the kids there. I'd started it up a while back, since I understood how crappy it could be for an orphan. Not just anywhere, but on Gunsmoke.

We take in whoever manages by, but... well. Never enough money, so I started traveling around to make some.

[whichwayagain.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you managed to do some good even without much money. [Mihai understands the feeling. Not of being an orphan or anything, but of wanting to do something noble, even with bloodstained hands. Penance had been what that bastard Richter called it, and maybe he wasn't too far off.]

This whole mess is supposed to be about saving the village, right? [The good that was supposed to make throwing a bunch of people into a war acceptable.]

[notabluesbro]

Something like that. If we don't stop them, they destroy crops, and we lose food back in the village. And then we starve.

So, here we are.