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

[herotypical]

[ buffy does what she usually does during these arrivals. she leaves her door open -- just in case someone needs to talk some last minute shop -- and sits on the edge of the bed that isn't really her bed, going through her weapons. most are scattered on the bed around her. the red scythe, a few swords, a crossbow, a mace.

this time there is also a (incredibly hopeful, really) carafe of coffee sitting on one of the room's tables with two overturned cups. ]

[endgames]

[After making sure he received all of his requested items, Shikamaru will be walking along the hallways, taking in what he can about the dorms. He also needs to speak with his group, though that conversation is bound to happen after he's ran into anyone else, and has his curiosity about what incompatibilities some of the other draftees will be facing are satisfied.]

Shifter Hunting Group Meeting

[endgames]

[After tracking down the members of his team, it's time for a strategy meeting.]

All right, is everyone present and accounted for? [And by present, he also means paying attention. 8|]

[ooc: since we'll be a very much divide and conquer team, this is probably the only thread all of us need to be in, whether your guy is just sitting there or what.

Also, placeholder. /zooms to work]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka isn't going to sit and grouse about the battle. He spent the last few days preparing for it, he's already mentally psyched for it, so he has no problem leaning back in a cozy chair, putting his feet up, and eating the strawberry-chocolate-caramel-and-sprinkles sundae he ordered. Of course, he's left his door open if anyone has anything they need to talk to him about, but right now he's just content to let himself unwind a bit before the fighting stars.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ McCoy can be found in his room and has left the door open as he makes some last minute preparations (which mostly involves looking through his medical kit and checking his phaser) at the foot of his bed. he reaches up to rub his arm, but he was satisfied at making Bil's job more difficult by refusing head to the tunnels by himself. ]

how i am spell

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Oh, the door's open by the way. Pried open and left ajar, carelessly.


...you may or may not want to try this entering thing, though, as there's some rather scary growling coming from inside, echoing through the halls.

It's Flandre's room. And no, she's not happy.

She won't eat you, though. Promise!]

[herotypical]

[ the door may be open, but buffy still knocks. ]

[simplestgift]

[Mr. Kennedy is in his room and will accept visitors. He's probably writing to Jilly already.]

[dakingofawesome.livejournal.com]

[Bowser is standing next to his door. It's one of the biggest doors in this place. But it's not as big as that OTHER ONE belonging to whoever Moro is. He's the friggin KING OF AWESOME, why should someone get a bigger room than he does? UGH! He could just punch someone!

About thirty minutes later, there will be a LOUD CRASH as Bowser decides to absorb the Grand Star. Instantly growing in size, he expands past the rooms limit. A giant clawed foot will be sticking out the door into the hallway. Give him a minute, he'll be able to control his size soon enough.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ the doctor doesn't look up at the door, although he does roll his eyes at the knock. ]

Come in.

[herotypical]

You okay? [ her arms are crossed; buffy is (superficially) in major closed-off mode. ] I saw them drag you in just as I was leaving.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Just fine. I love being dragged around against my will.

[herotypical]

[ there is a soft cluck of her tongue but she cares not to argue with the dear doctor. ]

Just...they can be rough. I was worried.

/throws one up and then sleeps. REPEAT CYCLE |Db

[memoryboxes]

[She'd let the robots come for her, but she didn't struggle to leave. And before she knew it, she was here—at a place where her mushi was probably in full-effect. So it goes. Sayo sits on the rather nice bed for the place, journal clasped firmly under hand, and can't help but find herself in awe at the place despite her fear of what's to come. It looks so nice in here... Not at all like a place to house people of war.

The doors ajar if you need her—why would Sayo keep her door closed off to possible friends? not that she's more worried about staying closed up in the malnosso's little room than being prone to intruders. She'll either be on her bed, looking through the journals, or very very possibly figuring out this 'whatever you want' idea and fancying herself a delicious cup of tea at the small table in the room.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Don't be. You should be more worried about yourself.

[ he lifts the phaser and aims it at the opposite wall. if they want him to fight all the Goddamn time, he will this time. ]

[herotypical]

[ it makes her frown to see him with that future-gun. guns are bad enough even with they're not high-tech. ]

I usually come through these things just fine. [ she doesn't want to broach the shifters problem and how much of a threat it genuinely poses. ]

[fourteen]

[ Xion, like many, is leaving her door open. She hasn't requested much ... other than a new bow, and arrows. What little warning she had gave her time to bring her swaxe; she's suddenly very thankful she and Sokka found time to get it done. But if she has her weapons, well ... she can't think of much else she wants to ask for. She's much too tense to even try. There are so, so many things that can go wrong with this draft... and she can't get Vanitas off her mind.

Restless, she won't actually stay in her room, much. She'll wander, glancing into other rooms, looking for those she knows, if only to have a way to take her mind off all the variables she won't be able to control once they're out there on the battlefield. ]

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Well. At least it's a nice room. Alexis is poking around in it and, yes, she has discovered that, if you ask the Malnosso, they will deliver. She has a few things arranged on the bed -- a shoulder bag, pepper spray, granola bars, first aid kits -- and a list in her hand.

She'd determined to be able to defend herself. Maybe even help anyone who needs it.

The door is open and she'd welcome a friendly face.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ cutting him out of the bigger picture again, Buffy? he tries not to let it bother him as he grits his teeth and shrugs. fine. ]

[loyalotter.livejournal.com]

[Hermione's likewise got her door open for now and she's currently sitting on her bed, reading through her notebook, notes of the last draft open on her lap. She's more than willing to be interrupted, though, and won't turn anyone away.]

[herotypical]

[ more like she isn't sure he needs to deal with the bigger picture in his current state. buffy knows what it's like to be a loose cannon. understands the risk. ]

...Which group are you heading in with?

[loyalotter.livejournal.com]

[During one of her study breaks, Hermione takes a walk down the hallway and notices a friendly face.]

Alexis?

/will be SO SLOW sorry

[all7seas]

[Their rooms aren't all that far away from each other, given the last names, and Jack knocks softly once he arrives. He had gone calmly when called, not resisting at all. You might be able to flirt with Destiny or persuade her or fool her for a little while, but you can't resist her in the end. That was a lesson Tia Dalma had taught him.]

'Allo, Buffy?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ it seems like he isn't going to bother to reply, but he finally reveals. ]

I volunteered to go with the defensive group. [ and he doesn't sound enthused about his choice. after all, there's somebody else on a different team he wants -- hell, needs -- to look out for. ]

/soooo slow today sorry ;;

[all7seas]

[Jack walks into THIS room without knocking.] 'Allo, roomie!