lucetilogs | Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

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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!!

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[Derek may or may not realize that in the future, but for now, all he has to go on is the smile when she talks, and he's learned to step back when he sees it on someone's face. It'll work out however it'll work out, but he doesn't want to be the one in the way.]

/Always learning, huh?/

/I like to stay busy./

[Says the person learning archery, how to fight with a jitte, learning filial magic, offering to train one person in self-defense, taking piano lessons, working regular shifts at Seventh Heaven, and performing some nights at Cloud Nine.]

((ooc; For the record, Giles and Ginia getting together is something that's been discussed and what we're shooting for, but the journey is half of the fun and what happens happens. At this point, they are just friends with mild fondness and attraction to him on her side, but not pursuing anything.))

/That will certainly keep you busy. Don't know when you'd sleep, though/

((OOC; Oh no, that's fine, and I'm good with that. Derek right now is dealing with essentially missing a good chunk of his own emotional...health...and he's in the process of withdrawing because of it, so he'd find any excuse to keep people at a certain distance. He really is just reacting to that smile, and even if he was 'healthy' that way, he;d probably still be careful about something like that anyway. So please don't take it as him/me trying to push you/ginia in either direction. I'm just letting his messed up butt react to what he sees...or thinks he sees.))

/I nap here and there when I can. Polyphasic sleep. On the real busy days at least./

((ooc; Don't worry, it didn't feel like you/him were pushing things one way or the other and I hope it didn't feel that way from my side, that certainly wasn't my intent. I definitely want to play things as they go and wherever they go. I think I said that more as a general disclaimer than anything. And I'm such a derp.))

/Been there, done that. Gotta admit, kinda prefer it when it's not a necessity.

Almost to the ships; split up and meet back at the mess hall?/

((OOC: *thumbs up*))

/Same here, though it's nice on productive days. Having all the time at night to get stuff done too./ [Workaholic.]

/Sounds good. I'll save a spot for you if I get there first./

((ooc; Yeaah, let's stick with I'm a derp that says stupid things. *facepalm*))

/Likewise. Sounds like a plan./

[And he will nod and smile before turning off for his own ship, then to go find Caesar]

((No worries; all is good. ;) ))

[Ginia offers a parting wave before heading off to find to find Captain Law and report in.

Sometime later, she'll be at the makeshift mess hall to get some food. Mmm, soup and bread rolls.]

[Derek apparently took the 'long route', because he makes his way into the tent shortly after Ginia. He grabs some soup and bread himself, then looks around, trying to locate her.]

[Ginia's seated over at a table toward the back. Spying Derek, she whistles loudly then waves an arm at him. Come join her in the feast of soup and bread.]

[Derek sees her and smiles, making his way over. When he sits down, he's a little stiff in his movements, but it doesn't seem to register with him.]

So is it any good, or am I going to need some salt for this?

[He might not notice, but she does.]

/Decent enough, but salt couldn't hurt.

I think someone needs to prescribe you a hot bath and a full body massage./

Hmn. Good taste or healthy heart...which should it be?

[Derek will shrug at the observation, taking a spoonful of the soup before answering.]

It'll heal up. Don't think we've got any masseuses in Luceti anyway.

/Heart is better in the long run; you'll forget about bad soup quickly enough./

[She takes a small sip at her soup and munches on what might be a potato cube.]

/Probably not, but then again, you never know. All about who you ask./

...It's not too bad. Better than army rations.

[Although it can be argued that if your food is presented in cube form, it's not all that great, either.]

Maybe. Pretty sure they would have offered by now though, if they were interested in giving out massages to random strangers.

/I can agree on that./

[Dehydrated cubes, just one step away from the once-a-day food pill.]

/Maybe no one has ever expressed interest in getting a massage so there's no reason for them to offer./

At least we can identify this.

[Yep; totally knocking the food, here. Derek has a suspicion it's been the droids 'cooking' anyway. Yummy.]

Got a point there. So maybe folks have been getting them in secret. Still, unless you're going to a pro place, that's some pretty personal stuff to be asking for.

[Rules about touching; he has them.]

/I don't know. Are the yellow things carrots or sweet potato?/

[Definitely not Sanji's cooking, that's for sure. Ginia entertains the idea of seeing what supplies are around and whipping up a big pot of pasta and some sauces for everyone, but that'd take time and that isn't a luxury she has right now.]

/True enough. Maybe not so much for a back rub or shoulder massage, but to each their own. Wonder if anyone works up at the hot springs?/

...Carrot. I think. Hopefully not corn.

[Because if it's corn, somebody really messed up somewhere.]

I dunno. Never been there, either.

[Ginia takes a tentative bite of the mysterious orange cube.]

/...Carrot.

Seems like there's a lot to explore here. Forest, mountains, beach, lake, has it all./

It does. Not sure if it's natural though, or if the Malnosso are trying to make it comfortable for everyone best they can.

/If they wanted to make things comfortable, they could not kidnap us for experiments or haul us off to fight their war./

Think they're just trying some sort of psychology on us, really. Keep people happy, they're more likely to cooperate, even if you're the person who put them in a bad spot. Most folks just like to be comfortable. Give them that, and they'll forgive a whole host of things.

/Gilded cage is still a cage./

[Though even with those words, Ginia knows she's falling into the trap; it's not so much what the Malnosso have given her, but rather what she can get here from everyone else.]

Won't argue with that.

Definitely makes it easier to like though, especially when you have no control of if, or when, you'd be able to leave.

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Saw the log, will get to it soon.

NP. Just figured I'd throw it up while I was thinking about it,

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