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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[biliruben]

[He looks back at the droids, as if suddenly wondering why they did not in fact have eyelashes.]

Should they?

[biliruben]

That, my dear, is the scientific term for pony.

[biliruben]

"No. I wanted you to watch you fail."

[fourthgenerationprincess]

Are you a scientist?

[chikaidestroyer]

Considering her position, I imagine not. [He frowns wryly. The Commandant was still fairly elusive, in comparison to others.] Something pertaining to this campaign?

[gleamed]

She smiled weakly. "You're right," she said. "He'll be happy there. It's much better for him to be home."

[imatreenow]

[The beginning of a smirk, just as cold as his gaze.] I suppose the lowly have a natural curiosity toward power and glory beyond their imagination.

[wildbluevagner]

[For the moment, he manages to let concern override that feeling of pure awkwardness.]

Is everything alright?

[revolutionarygirl]

[Standing up now.]

Excuse me? I don't remember anyone making you the one who could call the shots on who's lowly or not.

[mistlegacy]

[Rydia, likewise not that interested in the overcrowded barracks, decides to encourage this wandering. At least she does until he begins to fall asleep multiple times. After he's done so yet again, Rydia sighs as she moves to help him up once he's awake.]

I know you want to wander, but this isn't working out. Let's pick a place to settle for now, alright? I don't want you collapsing yet again.

[alloys]

Oh, that made him mad. He hated the idea that the only reason he'd been allowed to work on this project for months was so he could fail at it. He would take everything Bil said with a grain of salt, but Tony did little to hide a scowl as he wrote out his response.

But it worked. We left Luceti.

[gleamed]

[ Rapunzel is, in fact, one of those doctors and/or healers setting up shot. She's keeping a close eye on everyone who comes in, so when she spots Rachel, she is quick to assist. ]

Oh, Rachel! What's the matter?

[willpowered]

[why don't you two ever listen to him!!



...why is he always going along with your dumb ideas!!!!]

Don't complain to me if you get stepped on or somethin' then, Missy. [No, go ahead and complain to him. He'll listen. And he scoots over, to the edge, so they can squeeze beside him.]

[calmbeforethe]

[She learned some distressing things this week. But she chooses not to say anything; Kurt didn't have to know what would befall her, after all. Not yet.]

Everything's fine, Kurt. Or, well, as fine as can be given the circumstances. [She gives him what she hopes is a reassuring smile.] I was just concerned, with most of us X-Men on this draft... And- this is your first one, is it not?

[yourhatred]

[Itachi has his food already waiting for him at a nearby table, and he returns to it to wait on his fellow ninja, touching little of it in the meanwhile.]

tags a Marbles who is most definitely asleep

[wildbluevagner]

Well... yeah, it is. ...That I can remember, at least.

[It's horrifying to imagine that he could have been through this before in the past without remembering. That he could have done a lot of things already that he doesn't remember.]

[endgames]

[Shikamaru took whatever food was handed to him, not paying it much attention until it was already in hand and he'd gone back to seat himself across from Itachi.

Bread. Some gray substance that might be meat. Eggs.

He wrinkles his nose and starts with the latter first. Not bothering to cover his mouth, he speaks with a lowered voice when he catches sight of an odd figure across the room.]

Blue guy been here long?

[heartofthematter]

Someone drew me a picture of them and they had eyelashes, so I was kind of looking forward to it.

[heartofthematter]

[because you're their friend, pearl, and that just means you think what they think too.

you really should stick up for yourself though uwu]

I promise I won't~.

[ribbonbon]

Y-Yeah...I mean, I've never even so much as been in a fistfight, neve rmind a...

[There's a pause, as if she's almost afraid to say it.]

...a war. Like, it doesn't even make sense for them to send people who can't fight and stuff, especially the little kids.

[But she does recall a conversation from a while back and thinking about it, especially now that she's actually in a draft, makes her nervous. She bites her lip, her frown deepening.]

[herotypical]

[ but then she wonders whether the dead aren't just somehow easier to kill... ]

Here, here. I'm not keen on battle surprises. Then again, who is?

[herotypical]

I don't envy the waiters. Especially those who're usually out here, too. It feels a little empty without them.

[fallenambitions]

Colonel...? [...There was something grating about how this man was presenting himself. He's not sure if he was just over-analyzing this though.]

My name is Alexei Denoia. I'd like to know how long you've been watching me.

[endgames]

[TWO INCHES. Shikamaru hasn't noted it yet - his whole life, he and Chouji have always been about or near to the same height. Being fresh from the showers, the missing scars on his abdomen struck him harder, their absence bringing some Luceti memories to the surface.

By the time Chouji's found him, he's asked around and made better sense of things, but he's pretty irritable. That visibly fades to relief the second he sees who it is. A familiar face - a face from home - is a welcome sight right now.]

Chouji... [Sorry if that question needs repeating. He's uncharacteristically at a loss.] Hey.

[reminded]

[He nods at a beaten old rapier propped next to his bunk.] I was quite the fencer in my youth, but only for sport. I suspect I'll be outclassed by the true warriors among us.