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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[frost_jewel]

Yes. [Because, well. He probably should. The humor escapes her completely.] I do not.

[She also cares too much about not being sick to bother caring about the towel. For now.]

[voidseeing]

[He sizes her up for a moment longer, assessing her condition. It's likely either the same sort of Shift affliction he himself was suffering from earlier, or altitude sickness. Either way, just leaning on the wall like that isn't going to help.]

I'll be right back.

[That's all he says before he turns on his heel and walks off; it's only a few moments before he returns with something in his hand and, mirroring what she did to him back on the moon, reaches out with his free hand to sweep her hair away from her neck.]

[frost_jewel]

[To her credit, she was trying to make progress toward something that might help when he ran into her. Thinking he intends to become the help instead, she waits for his return. Manages not to collapse or throw up.

It is a banner day.]

Hmm? [That's the most she wants to risk when he returns.]

[voidseeing]

[She would actually be thinking correctly-- he does owe her, after all, and Gai prefers not to have any outstanding debts if he can help it.

The response to her question will be a cool, damp washcloth being placed on the back of her neck. Even if she doesn't have a fever, it should at least help her feel slightly better, or so he hopes.]

[frost_jewel]

['Owe' her. She would never think of it that way.

It does help her feel better, and she ought to have thought of doing that on her own, but it's so hard to think through nausea. One hand automatically reaches for the washcloth, and the other to brace herself on the nearest thing - the wall or his arm - to look up at him.]

Thank you.

[voidseeing]

[If it happens to be his arm, Gai won't object. It's not as if she weighs much, certainly not enough to be able to affect his balance at all. Instead, he'll just continue to hold the washcloth there with his other hand and make a slight sound of affirmation.

Yeah, he's never been very good at things like "thank you" or "you're welcome."]

[frost_jewel]

[After several minutes of standing like that, the tidal wave of nausea passes almost completely, prompting Mia to stand straighter and clear her throat a bit.]

That was very kind of you. It helps.

[voidseeing]

You should get a shot if you haven't already. They're supposed to clear up the worst of the effects of the Shifts.

[Definitely not going to mention that he needed one himself earlier.]

[frost_jewel]

I should...what? What shifts? I thought I was airsick.