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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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[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.

/How long have you been here?/

It'll be a full two years come January.

/A long time here. Miss home?/

[A hesitation before he answers.]

There's some people I'm worried about. Some things that aren't finished.

[There's not much to miss, really; he's never still long enough to lay down roots.]

/Always is. May you be able to check up on them and finish your business one day./

It'll happen, if stories from other folks who made it back home for a while are accurate.

As long as they're telling the truth about being put right back where you were before you got pulled here is true, at any rate.

[And that brings up so many questions, now, about his own situation. He came here infected, and wasn't anymore. If he went back at the exact same time he came in, regardless of how long he was here...would he still be infected?

Derek shoves that thought aside; now is not the time.]

How about you? Got people and places you're looking forward to seeing again?

/Certainly be the most logical solution, even if it brings up problems of its own. Seems like such a shame to forget everything you learn here./

[Ginia mulls over his question as she nibbles on the bread roll. Hmm, needs some butter.]

/I have business to take care of. People to see./

I wonder how much we really forget, though. People say they dream about Luceti when they go home, they just can't place what the dreams are about.

[The whole meal is lacking something. But then, it;s meant to keep them fed, not give them a gourmet treat.]

Think a lot of folks do. Got a place you like to go there?

/That's interesting, I hadn't hear of that. It's logical enough. How can you remove months or years of experience from the body and mind?/

[Place to go... anywhere where there's either a good job or where no one can find her.]

/Somewhere nice. Peaceful. Though if we're talking about dream vacation spots...wouldn't mind traveling around Europe. Hit the major places and the hidden ones./

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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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