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We are the named and we are known

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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[Heh. Is he being subtly dismissed?

Well then.]

Aaah, I see. My bad. [Closing the door.

And it doesn't take a genius to figure Sanji's still inside. But if not obvious enough, him walking the distance between the door and the bed should be the final proof.]

I'll leave in a sec.

[This time Richard does half roll over to see what Sanji is up to, and... well. To say he's a mess would be putting it lightly. This isn't the usual immacuately-groomed king Sanji has encountered before; his hair is tangled, stuck to his forehead with sweat, and all in all it looks like he hasn't really had a proper shower in a few days. But what's perhaps the most noticable is the fact that his eyes are red, though whether it's just from sickness or something else is impossible to tell.]

... You look like shit.

[Yes, this is how Sanji shows concern. His brow is tucked down, as are the corners of his mouth, and he switches to the side of the bed he can most clearly see the guy's face]

What is it you've got? [Maybe he should call in Law]

[Richard sighs, letting his head drop back down to the bed and shutting his eyes.]

I'll be fine once I get some rest. It's probably just a cold...

[But he's shivering as well, and he tucks himself into an even tighter ball.]

That's one hell of a cold. [Sanji would lean towards the side of flu, himself.

Though it's a moot point. Richard is clearly in no shape to fight. Damn it.]

Nnn. Bastards. [He reaches for a cigarette before reminding himself what a bad idea that is] Need some water? You'll sweat yourself dry at this rate.

Edited 2011-02-27 01:24 (UTC)

[He's quiet for a moment, debating whether or not he even has the right to ask someone like Sanji for help now after everything he's done. But his throat is dry, almost painfully so, and at last need wins out.]

... please.

[A nod. Good; he doesn't have to weasel his way into staying longer. And he'll walk quickly into the the bathroom for a glass, wait for the faucet to run water as cold as it'll give, and then return by the bedside.

... And then he puts the glass down on a nearby stand.] C'mon.

[Frankly, he sincerely doubts Richard's got the energy to do anything besides roll into pathetic balls on the bed, which is why he slides an arm under his back and hoists him forward]

[When he's lifted, Richard's breath catches painfully in his throat, because the last time anyone helped him sit up like this, it was--

And now he's shaking for an entirely different reason, taking deep breaths as he makes a desperate attempt to keep from just totally breaking down, because it hurts, it hurts in a way that not even the worst physical injuries he's ever suffered can compare and he can't make it go away.]

[This is not the expected reaction. Sanji nearly drops Richard, and freezes, wondering what the fuck he's done wrong. True, he's no doctor, but...]

O-oi. Richard? [His face has lost its apathy and dissolved into full-out worry.]

[Richard just buries his face in his hands and curls in on himself, a few choked sobs escaping him despite his best efforts to hold them back, horrified that he's breaking down like this in front of Sanji of all people... but he's so sick and tired that he can't even control himself at this point. It's all just too much to deal with.]

[...

With more care than he's used to extending to someone he only half-knows, Sanji shifts so he's sitting on the bed by Richard's side and keeps his arm propped against the man's back. He maakes no attempts to stop his crying. The silence gets filled by choked sobs and the weight of Sanji's thinking, but until Richard's done, he'll keep his questions to himself]

[Eventually Richard just gives up entirely on trying to hold back his tears and falls apart, wailing like a wounded animal and trying to make himself into as small a ball as possible, as if somehow by doing so he can make himself disappear, make the world disappear, and for a fleeting, horrifying moment he finds himself thinking maybe if I had remade the world, this never would have happened...]

[Shit, you're a mess. Eventually Sanji's hand starts rubbing the other's back in sympathy, despite the awkwardness Sanji feels over the entire thing. If he'd known the emotional wreck waiting inside, he would've...

Heh. Would've come in anyway.

What the hell happened to you]

[Richard starts and tries to pull away when he feels that hand, shaking his head, because he doesn't deserve to be comforted like that, not after what he did. It's all his fault. He can't bear kindness he doesn't deserve.]

Please... don't... I don't...

[Oh no you don't. That same comforting hand is not locking on Richard's shoulder to keep him in place. Still, his voice remains composed]

You don't what?

... I don't deserve your kindness.

[He makes a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but he's too weak to be successful.]

Is that so?

And who gave you that right to decide?

I've done something I can't be forgiven for.

[Naoki had made that much very clear.]

[his brow knits again]

Hooo? And that being?

I hurt Naoki and Isamu...

[His voice is threatening to break as he says this, hands coming up to cover his face again.]

Oi, c'mon. If anyone would forgive you for stupid shit, it's those two.

[If... only Sanji realized what he was saying right now. But he doesn't. And so to him, there's no stronger truth than this]

[He shakes his head.]

That experiment made me believe that I had always been in love with Isamu. Naoki found out and got so angry that he stormed off... when he came back yesterday, he...

[Another choked sounds slips out before he can help himself.]

... He what? [He could draw the conclusions himself, but it wouldn't make a difference.

Sanji can't believe Naoki would do that based off an experiment. There's... no way he would. He's better than that.]

He didn't even want to see me... I didn't even get to apologize...

[And there are the tears again, leaking from his eyes even though he quickly reaches to wipe them away.]

It's all over...

[... But--]

Naoki wouldn't-- [And Sanji abruptly cuts himself before the rest of the sentence sees light. Instead, it fumbles around in his head without losing any of the incredulity because...

Over an experiment? That no one could control?

He wouldn't. This can't be right. He would never deny Naoki having his right to hurt over this, but to blame Richard and Isamu for an experiment everyone was affected by-- He might as well put the blame on all of Luceti for not being able to resist.

And that's not fair.]

Richard. [His voice, while lowered, is still stable, unwavering] It was an experiment. I don't care what Naoki said to you, but there are some things we can't control in this place.

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