welcome to the jungle / it gets worse here everyday

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: Arriving at the (temporary) dorms
When: 9 AM of the 3rd. They'll be able to stay there until 1 PM of the same day.
Where: Dorms; location unknown.
Summary: Here is the hallway; here is your room. (Here is some additional info.) Go forth and mingle.
Rating: PG or PG-13 ish, I imagine.

Whether by their own power or by droid, your characters are arriving one by one to the dorms. Each room is specific to a single character; others can only be invited in by that character's allowance. Requested effects will already be present in the rooms. While you're here, you may want to request some last-minute supplies... this is your final chance to gather them. A final note: Shift incompatibilities will not kick in while characters are in the dorms; only once they are out in the field.

Comments

[daisy023]

Requisitions have no limit.

[Give a Spartan free reign on what he can use for the mission, and she'll pick nearly everything.

She can't shake off the feeling that she's letting a xenotype in, especially so near her weapons. But again, she made an oath to Robert: Protect him. And she will.]

... Robert was worried.

[i_speak_softly]

So I've heard. [He produces a pair of goofy-looking goggles and offers them to her - though if her helmet has as much tech as he thinks it does, she won't need them].

Robert is a worrier. [But this plainly doesn't diminish his affection for him any.]

[daisy023]

[She raises a hand to reject the offer. Not only her helmet, but her natural and unhindered sight, could give her as much help identifying things on the battlefield. It went to the point they hardly needed a VSIR mode in their HUDs - A flashlight on their helmets, at most.]

... For both of us. [A wordless acknowledgement of what he wanted. What he asked her. To protect Donatello.] ... He wants a few samples for a project of ours. See what we can get out there.

[Daisy had picked a few syringes and vials before being pulled in here. She doesn't know if the samples would remain with her, but if they did, they would still find out a lot about everything.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Ah well. He puts the goggles back wherever they came from.]

I don't think you can take anything. I tried last time.

[daisy023]

[She turns her head to him.]

You did?

[It turns back to her equipment, a silent sigh of frustration.]

There has to be some way around it. See if the Elites and the shifters are a different species.

[i_speak_softly]

[He nods.] I took some tech from an abandoned building, but it didn't come back with me. Then again, I kind of left in a hurry.

[daisy023]

Abandoned building? [She raises her head. This must have been from the previous draft.] The Malnosso must be throughout with security. [It would explain why requisitions are personally made to Catherine. But then again, every security system has it weaknesses. Nothing is a hundred percent secure.]

I could give you some of the empty vials I picked before the draft, and see if we have better luck. But don't risk youself unnecesarily.

... He wants you back. He asked me to watch over you.

[She knew why Don had come here. Robert was worried for all of them.]

[i_speak_softly]

It looked like some kind of old lab.

May as well. [He holds his hand out for the vials, and tucks them into his belt, using this as an excuse to continue looking at the floor after the next comment.] I'm glad to have any friend of Robert's watching my back.

[Well. As long as said friend is a more competent fighter than Robert.]

[daisy023]

[SPARTAN-023 went through an agoge that prepared her for fighting. It is still a great irony that someone bred for warfare would end up becoming the friend of a firm believer of pacifism.]

After this battle, I want to know what did you see. [There had to be a way to extract whatever information these computers would have. If only they had an AI.] Do you have a group?

[i_speak_softly]

[He'll be glad to tell anyone who's interested.]

Scouts.

[daisy023]

[Her head tilts upwards. Scouting was a job usually reserved for the most experienced soldiers.

She tips where her ear should be inside her helmet.]

Do you have a way to keeping in contact?

[A built-in radio used to be Kelly's favourite feature of the MJOLNIR.]

[i_speak_softly]

[He may be more experienced than you think.]

Just the journals. I requested something else last time and - it didn't exactly work out.

[He won't make that mistake again.]

[daisy023]

[Damn.]

Then we'll use them. Everything except things about the samples and vials.

... What's your specialty?

[i_speak_softly]

Technology.

[Ninja by upbringing, inventor by passion.]

[daisy023]

[A tilt of her head.]

No wonder why Hastings likes you.

[Daisy-023 wonders for a moment how much did Robert remember about the MJOLNIR. It was sensitive information, but it was not his fault he knew, neither hers. There could be a way in the future to improve it... If he accepted the fact that war would be necessary for their survival.

She examines Donatello's muscle density, equaling it to that of a Covenant Brute, but shorter than them. Perhaps, technology wasn't his only skill.]

A jungle is hard territory for combat, but it's as good to ambush them. [If anything, she hopes that he would have as much combat skill as she does. Many in Luceti had it.] Be careful out there. And good luck.

[Daisy remembers. She made a promise.]

[i_speak_softly]

[... How much do you know, Daisy? Don is aware of your scrutiny too, and rubs his arm self-consciously.]

Uh... thanks. You too.