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

[complicatedliar]

I always thought copper-rich blood provided a nicer shade of blue.

We probably ought to get you to the infirmary, either way.

[universal_charm]

Yeah... yeah maybe. Ugh, crap, last time I felt like this I had drunk a bit to much vodka...

[complicatedliar]

I imagine nothing nearly that fun will happen here. Come along. [He's ready to put an arm around Kirk's shoulders if he needs it.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He leans against him gratefully and follows, trying to look around as they walk. ]}

I have to admit... I wasn't expecting this.

[complicatedliar]

I didn't think this was a normal mortal reaction to altitude, myself.

[universal_charm]

No, I mean, this whole place. But yeah, wasn't expecting this reaction either to the altitude. I thought I'd gotten over this, but I guess being in atmosphere is different than going into space...

[complicatedliar]

And what is this precisely?

[universal_charm]

Well, if I'm guessing right, altitude sickness?

[complicatedliar]

[He taps the green skin.]

Really?

[universal_charm]

I am not in the mood to process anything else at the moment.

[complicatedliar]

Right. Well. To the healers.

[He'll deliver Kirk there as quickly as possible.

He's really not in to green skin. Makes him uncomfortable for some reason.]

[universal_charm]

Sounds like an excellent idea.

_{[Oh, has to stop cause why is everything looking blurry again? And his stomach is this close to his throat. ]}

[complicatedliar]

Do I have to pick you up and carry you, darling? People might talk.

[universal_charm]

Especially your girlfriend, right? Or will that just make her think you dashing and ever so charming?

_{[Oh god, wit was hard because vomiting, it might happen and yeah, that skin is green. ]}

[complicatedliar]

[Dryly:] I think I'm not supposed to be overly dashing and charming to anyone but her.

[universal_charm]

Well, tell you what, I'll explain to her later - just this once.

_{[ He has to stop and get that nausea under control and blink rapidly to clear his vision before moving on. ]}

[complicatedliar]

[Loki takes this as an indication that Kirk is feeling so unwell he wants to be carried.

Fine.

He picks the man up, intending to sling him over his shoulder.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ He makes a mildly, sickly surprised sound, but his stomach is doing to many flip-flops for him to really argue - well, that's not really a good thing is it.

He makes a sharp gulping sound and pounds at Loki's back, fairly certain that he was going to make a mess down the man's back any second.]</sub>

[complicatedliar]

[Humans are so annoyingly delicate. Loki sighs with annoyance and then holds Kirk out at arms length instead.]

Am I going to have to carry you like a maiden that's had a fit of vapors?

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Oh, well then, Loki was kind of stronger than he thought. He would need to remember that when he could think more than three words at a time.

Loki strong. Check.

He made a sound and grimaced. ]</sub>

Depends. Do you want puke down your back?

[complicatedliar]

I find vomit very startling. How desperately do you wish to be dropped?

[universal_charm]

Not desperately enough, but hanging me upside down wasn't a bright idea, you gotta admit.

[complicatedliar]

Humans are so delicate.

[universal_charm]

It's what makes us endearing.

_{[ He's starting to feel a bit better, enough he can begin to sass some more. ]}

[complicatedliar]

Is it now. [He sounds amused.] And I thought it was your adorably tough attitudes.