TERRACE Draft - Day 1

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arrival at TERRACE
When: The first day, from 8AM to the wee hours of the night
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the first day, before the attack. Remember, characters here are not expecting an attack and are under the impression they will be going to Region 1 to fight. During this day, draftees will be restricted to T6 and T7 and not permitted access to other areas.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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[reminded]

[Layton will be wandering the grounds for much of the day, observing the fortress and its people. He speaks to draftees from other enclosures when they seem willing, more interested in learning about the world outside of Luceti than thinking about the upcoming fight.

In the evening, he sticks around the Luceti-designated barracks to check up on his fellow enclosure-mates. And no, he is not going anywhere near those showers. Eventually he settles down in his bottom-level bunk. Because his hat is too damn ridiculous to fit while he's down there, it will be at his side and consequently he will be (semi-spoilers??) hatless. Though he's left his trunk back in Luceti, Layton does still have a pen and notepad on hand, and he scribbles who-knows-what into it until he falls asleep.]

[gleamed]

Rapunzel gasped, jumping back at the sight of weapons pointing in her direction. Heart hammering, she took a moment to gather her wits and regain her resolve. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

"C-come again?"

[deathsdoctor]

"You are going to have to give me a moment here. I was quite expecting you to be blond." Law shakes his head. "You do seem fond of that color. Why, I have been hearing tales... listening to wagers about why. Someone's bet a horse on it, even."

Great seas... what was he and the woman speaking of.

"... it seems your star is rising again. A couple of us were wondering if you had some connection to this."

[biliruben]

"Indeed. In the nick of time. But goodness, can't you act a bit surprised? I'd expected a bit more shock. Jaw dropping. That sort of thing."

[wildbluevagner]

"Nothing wrong with that," he said with a confident grin. He tried not to dwell on all the misfortunes this man may or may not have been responsible for. "It's a lot easier than being green, after all."

[biliruben]

"I realize this may sound a bit strange, but you must simply allow me to touch your hair. Just a bit. Ah, but perhaps you could unbraid it first?"

[biliruben]

"Oh no, Bil is such an awful name. I can't bear it when people use it. Please, please, you must call me Catherine. Or perhaps Sir Catherine as some are fond of doing."

[biliruben]

"Alas, I'm not quite so fortunate. I tried to dye my hair blonde once. Awful mess it was, didn't look right at all." He tsked at his own experience. "But no, I've nothing to do with all this. Actually, I'm here on a bit of business, speaking to the Commandant. Important things. Top secret, I'm sure you understand." He chuckled. "But, when I heard you would all be here, I simply had to stick around for an extra day to see you all."

[spohkh]

Sir Catherine.

I find myself curious... are you directly involved with the shifts and experiments?
[Your answer will completely determine the course of their conversation.]

[biliruben]

[Bil is quick to take note of Tony's thumbs. Whew, he thought perhaps those might have been lost in the Shift. Fortunately that's not the case. He does, however, notice that Tony has pen and paper in hand. Ah.]

Ah, I'd wondered what it might be. Your voice? Well, got off lucky, I should say. But everything else is in working order, hm?

[biliruben]

"Ah, but green is such a lovely shade. There is a lovely green fellow with splendid blonde hair in your enclosure. His true form is lovely to behold."

[biliruben]

Presently? No. I'm afraid other matters draw my attention these days. But I have been. Before your time, naturally, but I've been responsible for several experiments. Has anyone told you of the Teleporting experimenting? That was me. An absolute success that one. Everyone here, there, everywhere! An exciting romp and enormously informative at that. There's interns off in the organization still cranking away at the results from that one.

[spohkh]

I see...

What exactly do you do with the results of your analysis?

[You probably knew that Spock was a scientist... But so far he has seen no logical reason for these humiliating experiments.]

Re: Bil

[theboywiththebook]

That had to be one very blue man. Henry had been tailing that man and his entourage of people. He had droids with him and soldiers so when the pieces were put together that had to mean he was working with the Malnosso.

When it looked like the man was finally sitting, Henry didn't really take his time to approach him. Sitting down across from him, Henry just stares for a moment before he even begins speaking. "Sooo...how come you're wandering around here? I thought the Malnosso didn't get involved with people up front."

[biliruben]

[Bil tuts and shakes his head.]

Honestly, Lucetians are a baffling sort. I've said this many times, but you are all so secretive! I'll never understand why people are so insistent on their private conversations! But, let me put it like this. I've a great metaphor for this and I rather like it. But imagine that when you come into this world, you do so through a hole. Well, this hole has a shape, but you land in this world as a lump of clay. You can't go back through that hole as an ugly lump, you'd never fit! But, with a little Shifting, we try and see how we can roll you up, twist you about, and see what shape we can make that might go through that hole. If we're lucky, you're off on your way home withing a month or two! Less lucky, it takes longer.

Of course, clay is a terribly troublesome thing. Too long and it goes hard. You, Mister Spock, are a nice moldable bit of clay. Me, I'm afraid I'm a bit of a solid rock, not very moldable and not likely to be made to fit into that hole very soon.

That is what we do. We find out how to mold and we analyze how to make it work for everyone, from fresh clay to moldy old rocks.

[biliruben]

"Because, Mr. Mills, I am above all else, a people person. And I rather like the fries here."

He popped a french fry into his mouth and despite it being only slightly better than cardboard, he appeared to savor it entirely.

[fleurdesel]

She'd been braced for this. Informed. Medicated. Prepared for how she might react upon their arrival, put herself through every meditative exercise Ben or Luke had ever taught her, clawed at the still unresponsive bond she shared with Ben. Blank since he'd been taken and nothing, utterly nothing from him the entire time. Not dead- he'd told her what that would feel like, but absent enough to make any attempt to center herself that much more difficult on a good day. And this? Was not a good day.

Even with the warning and the pills she'd taken the first few steps are a shock. It's just a Malnosso complex, she told herself. Over and over she had told herself that it's just an island but the sudden spike of a migraine and the flush of wind, the sheer size of it did nothing to cement the lie in place.

She managed to keep a fairly tense, if stoic face for the first few minuets until she was able to find somewhere quiet and out of the way, moderately private to curl in a miserable ball and shudder her way through a frustrating attack. She remained in the alcove until it passed and she was able to find her way to the barracks and the first quiet corner that she might claim for herself, or until someone found her and helped her.

Once settled, if settled, she does what she can to aid Dr. Law with cataloging their supplies and preparing trauma kits for the pending draft. Silent, tense, and with unsteady hands she was far from friendly company.

[complicatedliar]

Loki grinned. "Oh dear. I think the natural shift has removed my ability to feel surprise as well. Could you perhaps fix that?"

[biliruben]

It was impossible to tell if Bil got the joke or not, as his response was rather grim. "I'm afraid not. It was decided that the results of your Shift would remain in tact until such a time as it was decided it be removed."

[complicatedliar]

Loki sighed. "Well, hopefully no one's planning any unexpected parties for me. They would be most disappointed." He tilted his head. "So the removal shall be entirely up to you?"

[spohkh]

Fascinating.

[Contempt drips from that word.]

I find it quite interesting Sir Catherine, that you and the Malnosso do not subject yourselves to these various Shifts. What possible 'hole' requires drastic emotional transformation through humiliation?

[theboywiththebook]

"The food's not that great here." He's blunt about because he's had better cooking than this. Henry just eyes him for a moment before he looks to his guard and then back at Bill. "So, why are you here? There's gotta be a reason other than being a people person."

[wildbluevagner]

The smile is quickly replaced by more baffled look. Because what the hell, Bil.

"You... you don't say. And here I was starting to think you didn't know us all that well..." He went on with just a bit of a stammer.

[complicatedliar]

Unable to hold close to Rogue in such a public situation, Loki searched out the person there he felt next closest to - Adele. He was able to locate her easily enough, using his mirror to lead him to her.

Her mental and emotional state, however, he was not expecting at all. He frowned, taking a moment to just look at her.

"Adele?"

[biliruben]

"No, not me. I'm hardly involved in all that business now."