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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[herotypical]

And round the clock magical room service. [ jack's coffee cup is still on the table. she turns to tidy this up, now. ] Want anything? I could...we could -- you know. Like old times with the doughnuts and the lattes and the trying to forget that the world might end before noon.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Think they deliver? Because I could eat like, maybe two tiny bites of Pizza Hut pan crust before letting the nerves rule my stomach again. [ she shrugs, ruefully. ]

[herotypical]

Stuff your pockets with granola bars. [ an empty stomach doesn't lead to the healthiest chance for, well, anything on the field. ] That's what I used to do for all-nighters, once the gas stations closed and I got hungry on the go. That way, if your nerves...[ but the line is too pretty she can't quite spin it anymore.

oh dawn. buffy shoves more weapons aside so that there is enough room for two to sit on the best. not even ten minutes before her sister had arrived, buffy had handed off her precious bargaining locket to someone else for safe-keeping. to keep herself safe, for if the general shows on this week's field then buffy does not want the temptation of negotiating with him. not while dawn's out there, too. ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Give me half an hour and an arsenal, I'll stuff my face. You know me, I never met a bowl of popcorn covered in frosting I didn't like. [ beat. ] But I'll add the granola bars, too. Maybe a non-cumbersome bag or something, for extras.

[ she sits, dropping her head into her hands for a moment and pressing hard at her temples. ] I liked this place better when it was all cheesecake and flirting with Archie.

[herotypical]

[ she touches a hand to her sister's shoulder. ]

The village's pretty good at playing innocuous and you know I'll be the first to give them hell about dragging you into this. But right now we're just gonna focus on the getting through and then the getting back there with the cheesecake and the flirting and the...flirting? So we're admitting it's flirting, now?

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ that might be a blush spreading up the back of her neck. ]

You didn't hear? [ way to stall, dawn. ]

[herotypical]

[ she might have been too busy making out with jack sparrowdoing slayerly important things to have noticed the fail-filtered poem. ]

Hear...hear what? [ oh god dawn you're not going to tell her you're pregnant, are you? because that is possibly her worst nightmare. right up there with repeats of the master. ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ dawn meta-ly does a dance and turns a cartwheel and maybe does the 'told you so' cheer of i knew it!-tude. ]

We're getting married but not before I have his illegitimate baby. [ look, she can't resist the urge to troll. not even now. ]

[herotypical]

...Did I fall and hit my head and end up in a coma for a month and it's actually April first now?

[ because you can't be serious little sis. she knows this. and yet...aha, there drops the logic penny. ] Wait -- he asked you? He finally manned up?

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ dawn would extend the trolling, but instead she just nods and lets out a (completely mature, not at all earsplitting) squeak. ] There was poetry. And he gave me a comb!

[herotypical]

[ well that's totally more romantic than getting a feather plucked out of a guy's own wing. harrumph. ]

A comb. [ excuse her for a moment. ] That wasn't a grooming hint, was it? Because he might be crazy and your hair is at least a hundred times more shiny and put together than mine on even my best of days. [ slaying -- not a salon friendly job. ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ don't hate because dawn's swain writes her poetry and makes her want to turn into an anime character just to get the large, shiny eyes right. ]

...Not a haircombing comb. It's like... jewelry for your hair. [ she reaches into her pocket and pulls the comb (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3JCv6a3XHk/TCwwcNug0hI/AAAAAAAABCQ/rK4CSTQD-tA/s1600/pearls+%26+rhinestones+combs4.jpg) out. ] I might be keeping it with me whenever possible, shut up I can hear the teasing forming in your brain already. [ dawn's hair is pretty flawless, it's true. it's that shiny because it's full of secrets. ]

[herotypical]

[ meanwhile, instead of poetry buffy gets her top sliced open with a knife. apparently this is how they do things in singapore.

this is cause enough for shoving all the weapons unceremoniously off the bed and scooting backwards. ]

Come on -- you are going to tell me all about how it went down and we are going to be giggly and girly and do out absolute best to avoid and cope for the next, say, thirty minutes.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[ dawn's still waiting on the macking times. there are tradeoffs.

...this plan is so one hundred percent dawn approved. ]

It was like a movie, I still can't believe that actually happened.

[herotypical]

[ it's cool; buffy will get to that point. she's still dealing in her own head. ]

You said yes, right? [ it might sound like a stupid question but sob summers girls and their bad track record. ]