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

Comments

[heartofthematter]

[Ahhh! That's cool.]

I have a friend who'd probably really enjoy something like this, so I was wondering. [So he could make one for her!]

[descrier]

[ She feels like a trapped animal and it begins to feel all too entirely familiar to her. It is no worse than a convoy into the demolition of Russia, she reminds herself, swallowing a fear that hasn't quite left her. She peers through the crowd, silently keeping a lookout for those she knows who have come along here, as if it would be any sort of comfort at all. ]

Mr. Mulder. [ Marita, of course, has taken the route of pacifism for now and keeping an open ear for anything that may have some importance. She slinks over to him, remembering he has no clue of the events they've gone through at Fort Marlene. ] I didn't expect to be drafted this early on into my arrival.

[ahappylie]

Thank you, Derek-san. If I find out anything, I'll be sure to tell you as well.

[He looks away and points to a bunk quite a few rows away.]

I'm right over there.

[aerialassault]

That's right. [The equipment and facilities were already ten times better than the rough camps from his most recent battlefield.]

Something just bugs me. I've gotta hunch that there's something else at work here. It's too simple.

[eversohungry]

If that is the only means to some amusement, I might very well have to. [She smiles faintly and crosses her arms.] I suppose this battle has done at least that--rescued me from rearranging my furniture for the week-end.

[16autumnroad]

It's nothing to look forward to, unfortunately.

...If you let me know before you want dinner tonight, I'll try getting into the kitchens to make something better. [Because he's already tried that once, Shikamaru, with a brand new accomplice friend. Obviously breaking into the kitchens is the best solution to terrible mess hall food.]

[endgames]

[He takes the cup of tea tentatively, like feeling out something alien. He watches Law work and nods when he sets down the extra cards. He picks one up.]

Shouldn't be hard.

[universal_charm]

Yeah, I got some guns. I'm pretty okay with those, but like I said, I'm a strategist, really. I'm not used to it. I'm used to staring at giant ships, things without faces.

[bestevolving]

[She glances again at the showers before nodding.]

You're right, it's pretty uncomfortable. You could probably have something block you.

[bestevolving]

[She glances at Lax, giving him a quick smile before turning completely back to Dia.]

Are you ready for... this?

[wannabolt]

[It doesn't take long for Dash to catch on, and when she does, she glances down at Clementine and raises an eyebrow.]

Uh, can I help you?

[She figures it's the standard "rainbow pegasus" staring that she's so accustomed to, but who knows?]

[wannabolt]

No.

[She sighs.]

But, hey, how bad can it be? We might not have the Elements on our side, but I bet we'll still kick some serious flank!

[shenevermisses]

And you think you'll run out?

[Clove's armed with twelve -- thirteen if the hunting knife on her hip can be counted.]

[shenevermisses]

Pretty good as far as pain relief goes, I know that. [Even after the stingers were out, the tracker jacker injuries had hurt. Medicine from a sponsor? Had gotten them back on their feet.]

no problem!

[shenevermisses]

"I am. Knives are my speciality. Cato--" she makes a gesture to the bunk above the one she's sitting on, even though it's empty right now, "uses a sword. He's getting something to eat, I think."

For right now, they're district partners again. Keeping somewhat close and presenting something of a united front. Once battle comes, depending on a lot of things, that might change.

[shenevermisses]

[Clove wouldn't normally notice it. Or, rather, she wouldn't normally care, but she's seen the guy around at other points in the day and noticed the habit of touching his arm. By the time evening comes? She's got to speak up. Because for all she knows, he might end up in any pack she finds, then her life is partly dependant on him.

So, maybe it's a little callous, but she's not one for delicacy.]

Hey.

[She at least has the tact to walk over, rather than saying it across the room.]

You okay? [A nod to his arm.]

[shenevermisses]

Finding much of a difference?

[Clove has to make fun of the constant movement. She can't really help it. Then again, if she and Cato hadn't already staked out their bunk, she might be doing the same thing.

She's sort of tempted to see if the Armory has anywhere she can practice a bit, just to have something to do.]

[haventkilledusyet]

You think anything but magic's strong enough to just yank all of us from where we were and drop us into a place like this?

[haventkilledusyet]

[Gretel, too, is hunting a vantage point. Being high up and in the open air is a little dizzying, but:

It's bracing.
It lets her look around.

Besides, the sooner she makes herself get used to it, the sooner she'll be in fighting shape. This whole tug of war, "where are we going?" thing? She doesn't like it, and she's not happy about the rough handling at the hands of the metal things she tried to fight, not knowing she'd get pulled here.

She sees someone else approaching and glances over.]

Real good view, isn't it?

[haventkilledusyet]

[That... ...is something Gretel doesn't even have words for.

She coming out of the armory, heading to find a bunk, when she sees the Spartan. Not that she knows what to call the armor, or can even really recognize it as armor. Doesn't look a thing like what she's used to.

So, she does the only thing she can manage to do in this situation.

She stares.]

[haventkilledusyet]

[In the armory, the witchhunter is selecting her weapons. A shotgun and a crossbow to replace the one she found in Luceti with. The ones here? Higher grade, though they still don't quite compare to hers. Which her magical captors still haven't seen fit to give back to her.

Still, at least she'll be armed, and she's making sure to stock up on bolts and cartridges for the gun. No use in running out of ammo.]

[reminded]

[Hearing those words does his heart good.]

I would like nothing more than to return the favor by helping you with your own foray into Latin squares -- including Sudoku, if you're so inclined. If I may ask, who is this friend of yours?

[hatesguns]

One person? She had the powers of an army! She was even capable of creating one if she wanted to.

[Which almost happened at one point but Noda's not even bothering to try explaining that to Otonashi. Who knows, maybe he'd end up forgetting it again!]

[theboywiththebook]

All right. Where should I go first?

[And he'll start taking a handful of them. They're pretty small, but he can only carry so much.]

[hero_of_smiles]

Just because they're a threat doesn't mean you just kill them! Stop them, yeah! But, killing them!?

[It's just such a foreign concept to him. It's wrong and unneeded and seeing a girl close to his age talk so casually about it is just unnerving.]