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

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[a grunt of agreement. For some reason, it's the petty things that are harder to deal with, at the moment, and he's realizing it]

.... I really hate these rooms.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Oh? [Flopping back on the bed. Mmm bed, he will miss you for the next four, five days]

Why's that?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Dunno.

[a shrug] Maybe they're just unfamiliar.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

That mean you'll feel right at home in the jungle?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

More than here, probably. [running a hand through his hair. Flat-toned] Lots of swamps, trees-- small things that can kill you.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

I always counted giant cats and predators as pretty big things. [Never mind they're not much a threat to Sanji, but the point - it is still there]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[a hum] But those you can see.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[he grows silent then, unable to come up with a remark worth saying in the face of that. But he does slide a glance Ginko's direction]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't notice, right away, lost in his own thoughts. But when the silence stretches a little thin he turns and meets the other's glance, questioningly]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He keeps the stare like he's building up to something, as he often does when thinking too much, only to turn away before speaking]

Say... If anything happens out there...

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he shakes his head slowly and looks away. There's no outward sign of the sharpness of what he's remembering...]

-- it wouldn't be unexpected. What happens, happens.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Tch. You say that now. [And he's unsure of how to finish since Ginko interrupted. So he chooses something else]

Just stick close, alright? [Nothing's going to happen to you so long as he's around to help it]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[murmured quietly] Are you sure that's such a good idea?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Eh? ... Why wouldn't it be?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't answer, just shakes his head again.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[From a practical side, Sanji could see the issue - with a non-combatant to keep safe, that increases the odds of them both being hurt. Ginko would be better suited for the base.

... And maybe in a draft where they'd have a base already set up, where they'd have a map, Sanji would relent that much.]

Fine. I'll just stick close to you, idiot.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he actually looks a little visibly distressed, at this point-- rubbing the back of his neck] I guess I'm not going to have much luck talking you out of it. Am I?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

No.

[Which brings him squarely back to what he was going to say, a few minutes before]

Ginko... if anything happens to me... it's not your fault.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [that's what he thought you'd say. And he's not agreeing.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He knows, and he's damn frustrating when you do this]

I'm serious!

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[he leans back, resting on his hands. But the clouded mood is dispelled, by some act of will.]

I know you are.

[his tone is matter-of-fact] But you'll have other things to worry about, Sanji. The fewer distractions the better.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

You know as well as me how unorganized shit's gonna be this time around. Everything's gonna be a distraction.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[he's run out of points to make. It would be a lie to say he didn't sometimes wish he'd just die at the beginning of a battle, and wake up the interval later.

Even with a considerable drive to live-- a year ago? That would've looked like a very acceptable alternative to being a distraction. And the gulf between his ability to make that choice for himself-- then, and now-- is beginning to sit a little heavy.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji's seen many faces of Ginko in the amount of time they've known each other, but not one that's looked so... defeated, and tired, and it draws forth Sanji's own hidden weariness. He doesn't know what to say.

... He doesn't want to say anything to him, really - just do. And that's out-of-bounds, he reminds himself with no little ounce of frustration. He's not Xion, where an arm around the shoulders is comfort enough.]

It bothers you that much? [Not... really want he wanted to say, but it's passable.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[For some reason, even if he doesn't draw the exact parallel in memory, he feel the way he did when that man from long ago told him I can guess. You're just like the koda... you're just going to...

predictable, and unaltering. Even when some things have changed, others don't. So what does he say to that? He just shrugs.]