lucetimods: (Masamune)
Luceti Mods ([personal profile] lucetimods) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2011-02-26 10:41 am
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We're more than carbon and chemicals

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))
deathsdoctor: (Pleasant | Is this for me?)

[personal profile] deathsdoctor 2011-03-02 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[You are an angel of mercy sent down from above. Coffee. *_*]

Oh, that doesn't matter. Coffee is coffee, and any is good. Thank you.

[So speaks the addict. Thermos gladly accepted. Relaaaaxing.]

Well, if it bothers you later, I'll be glad to take a look. Just be careful with it, alright?

[identity profile] redheaded-rock.livejournal.com 2011-03-02 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her smile is a little rueful.] Yes, sir.

[She opens the messenger bag and pulls a granola bar out for herself, and holds another out wordlessly for him.]

How are things going in here?
deathsdoctor: (Pleasant | Is this for me?)

[personal profile] deathsdoctor 2011-03-03 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Did he mention you are an angel? He has been going at it like a machine.

He had completely forgotten about little things like food.]


Oh, thank you again.

For the most part, things aren't bad so far. Nothing too concerning in the long run.

[Glancing at the curtained off rest area for the wounded. His knuckles lightly rap against some nearby wood.]

Most part anyway.

[identity profile] redheaded-rock.livejournal.com 2011-03-03 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[She figures there's a few of you "no sleep, no eat, no rest ever" types out here. That's why she's prepared.

She glances toward the curtained off area and can't help the slight wince. She's getting better at this but... She won't lie: it's hard.]


Let's hope it stays that way then. [A pause as she frowns in the curtain's direction and then she turns back to him, tight smile in place.]

You know you can always call for an extra set of hands, right? I got two I'm willing to spare anytime.