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

Re: Bil

[corrinesbell]

It took some listening and idling around to figure out who he really was. After all, despite the...uh, blueness, and what she knew about him dying, he was supposed to be very much dead. And then it took forever to get a turn. She even gave her best not-the-time stare to the Kin'coran with an attitude.

Finally, finally, she stood across from him at his mess hall table. Instead of planting her hands on her hips, she leaned in, using the top of the table as a place to rest them.

"I've got a couple questions. I'll spare asking who you are, though."

[biliruben]

Bil did not look up for his plate of hamburger and fries, but he remained jovial and friendly. "Then please sit down, Sheena. We should really be past all this. Besides, Mr. Trent might start staring.

Trent, the soldier, was indeed staring. Because Sheena's position provided an excellent vantage point of her cleavage.

[corrinesbell]

He wouldn't have much to stare at. Sheena wasn't dumb enough to dress for anything but efficiency on a draft. Though no ninja clothing could completely hide those sorts of assets.

She sat down, not even toeing the line of anger. The village had fought for this guy, hadn't they? Almost unanimously. No matter what she might think of the Malnosso or this one in particular, they were here to cooperate now. She snorted, thinking that Albert would actually laugh if he heard her thinking things like this.

"Past all what? Me asking questions and you dancing around some answers? I wanna hear about where exactly we're supposed to go."

[biliruben]

Bil chuckled. "Oh dear! I've confused you, haven't I! Dear me, I've forgotten my days when I would send you all off to war! Nostalgic times those. Remember those lovely hotel rooms I used to set up? Nothing by comfort. A bit extravagant, I suppose. The Commandant used to lecture me for how much of a waste it was to use Shifts to send you back and forth."

He sighed happily. "But no. I'm afraid I've nothing to do with this engagement here. I've come for personal business."

[corrinesbell]

"So you're here but you don't know anything useful?" As different as that would be, Sheena didn't believe it. "What're you doing here then? And, since you brought it up, I'd be okay with going back to actual...y'know, rooms. With our names on them. If we have to fight."

[biliruben]

"My dear, that time is long since past. But I know many useful things. But I'm here solely for my own business with the Commandant."

[corrinesbell]

A Malnosso with personal business. Years of practice just barely kept Sheena from snorting her disbelief.

"That's not what I wanna talk about yet." Pausing, she eyed his little entourage, including an attempt to see the ones outside of her field of vision without really turning her head. "Luceti's in region six and this place is region one, right? How far away from each other are they?"

[biliruben]

"Ho ho, quite far. Across the ocean, from one shore to another. Presently we are between the two, in Region 2."

[corrinesbell]

"Oh. I...guess I didn't really get it then. D'you know how many villages like Luceti there are in the other regions?"

Enclosures. That was what she wanted. Just how many people, and how many in a certain spot.

[biliruben]

"Lots. My dear Sheena, I do like you awfully a lot, but I can't tell you everything. I will tell you that there's not many left your enclosure hasn't heard of."

[corrinesbell]

"Can't think of what you'd like me for." After all, she'd done her best to be nothing but trouble, on purpose or otherwise. "So this place here just...floats around above all of them?"

[biliruben]

"Above all of them? No, goodness no. It's quite stationary."

[corrinesbell]

"That doesn't make sense, though. How're we gonna get from here," the number two on her right hand, "to there?" And a one, with her left. "Don't say shifting, either, because then what the heck is the stop in-between for?"

[biliruben]

"Sheena, my dear, we have ships. Airships. Helicopters! Planes! Goodness, how impractical would a floating island be for transportation?"

[corrinesbell]

"Well. Exire did okay. ...They weren't exactly a ship, but- hey. Stop getting me off track. Why bother bringing us here then?"

[biliruben]

"It's between two points. I imagine it was as good as any place to assemble with the larger force before being deployed. I realize, of course, that I was prone to simply teleporting you everywhere, but that method is rather expensive and I'm told not very practical."

[corrinesbell]

"Expensive." Five years with no currency did things to a girl's money mind. "Sure. I guess asking you what you're not telling me is kinda...a dumb idea."

[biliruben]

"It would depend on whether I'm not telling your for a good reason or because I simply haven't thought to mention it."

[corrinesbell]

"Doesn't that kinda depend on whether we agree about what a good reason is?"

Word games were hardly Sheena's strong point. She wanted answers, not dances around bushes.

"Will you tell me how many villages are in region one?"

[biliruben]

"Presently? None. If you mean were, in the past tense? Two. But they never quite got started. We lost them both in their first year."

[corrinesbell]

At first, that statistic hits her very hard. What if Luceti had- hold on.

"Then what are we gonna defend?"

[biliruben]

"As far as I can tell, nothing. You are on the offense, reclaiming enemy territory."

[corrinesbell]

That changed a few things. Specifically, the way she needed to prepare. In her head. Bil doesn't need to know that, though.

"Right. Okay." There were enough other disgruntled-looking draftees lingering around that Sheena thought her time might be up. "I guess...you get to enjoy your food then."

[biliruben]

"I shall endeavor to do so, my dear. Best of luck!"