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Luceti Mods ([personal profile] lucetimods) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2011-08-27 12:04 pm

Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


Once again, That Handy Useful Information Link. Also a link to the previous draft log!

Re: Any day, near the noncombatant and/or cargo

[identity profile] the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com 2011-08-27 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Really, Tsuzuki? It's just a little, somewhat sodden kitty who's inspecting the place before she has to go rejoin Link for more Third Party trouncing.

By the way, have any fish?]

Re: Any day, near the noncombatant and/or cargo

[identity profile] purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com 2011-08-28 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe he's a little too jumpy. He crouches, breathing a sigh of relief.]

Hey, Foot.

[Since soggy kitty is soggy, Tsuzuki pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket, drying her head.]

I bet you're hungry after all that swimming.

[identity profile] the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com 2011-08-29 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, that feels nice! Could you maybe do the rest too? Pretty please? *bunt*]

So much water. I am not a catfish.

[She sounds weary but not cross.]

[identity profile] purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com 2011-08-29 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you going to be protecting the cargo with me, Foot?

[He opens his arms so she can rub herself dry on him while he gets a hug.]

I know it's unpleasant. Back home Byakko wasn't all that happy when he had to get wet, either.

[identity profile] the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com 2011-08-31 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Brave gesture, Tsuzuki; you'll be picking sodden cat hair out of those clothes for weeks to come.

Her ears swivel forward with interest at the mention of the name.]


Byakko?

[identity profile] purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com 2011-09-01 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[As if 'picking out cat-hairs' is an uncommon thing. He's already used to having his black pants forever coated in them.]

My tiger. Strange, isn't it? I thought tigers liked water.

[He scratches her behind one air. They're lucky at the moment. Everything is quiet, and there's a faint breeze.]

It's not important now.